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Bakugo noticed that nothing changed much in Kirishima's room.
There would be a steadily-growing pile of gifts in the corner, a table with a mess of papers on it, some mental health equipment, an unsuspicious window, and a little living space for Hinansho underneath Kirishima's bed.
Of course, the papers on the table did change, but it usually looked like the previous mess anyway because it was always so unorganized.
Bakugo honestly thought it couldn't get any messier.
But when he came in one day, to find a tree's worth of paper practically covering the entire table in a blanket of white, he knew he was proven wrong.
"Wh- What the fùcking hell is this shìt?!" he shouted, unable to control his mouth because the stack was just so big.
Kirishima, who was pretty much asleep with Hinansho resting in his hair, woke up with a yelp at Bakugo's sudden exclamation. His eyes were filled with an immense type of fear, before instantly calming down when he realized who was there.
Kirishima pushed himself up, knocking a tower of papers over in the process. He properly greeted Bakugo afterwards.
Bakugo swore he saw Kirishima's lips move just a bit, and heard a faint, almost inaudible noise coming from his direction.
He knew something was strange when he got a message that Kirishima wanted him to come earlier that day.
Fully awake now, Kirishima tried his best to clean up some of the papers. From the looks of it, Bakugo guessed that the redhead worked hard on whatever project he was doing, but didn't end up getting too far.
Bakugo sat next to Kirishima on the bed, taking a look at what was written on the papers. Most of them looked like 'failures.' If the sheets that were crumpled into balls all over the floor wasn't obvious enough, there were big, graphite scratches scribbled on the ones that weren't.
Kirishima felt bad, seeing as everything was out of order. There was that whisper again.
"What is this?" Bakugo half-grumbled.
Kirishima perked up at that. He quickly shuffled through the stack of white and gray, paused for a second when he realized what he was looking for wasn't at the top, and then promptly swept all the paper off the table, ruining his work organizing the stacks.
The papers fell to the ground with a heavy 'thud,' causing a squeak to come from Hinansho, and a dumb stare coming from Bakugo. Kirishima on the other hand, just went through a few more sheets until he found what he was looking for.
Kirishima handed Bakugo a piece of paper, which the blond examined.
A circled part of a make-up brand logo was connected to the organization's, tying together two parts that looked similar. Frowning, Bakugo grabbed a nearby pencil and connected the squiggly line from a different brand he saw before, next to the organization logo.
Kirishima blinked, before a little smile spread across his face.
But Bakugo, he just felt angry. "So that's what that was! Those bastards! I'm gonna fùcking DESTROY THEM!" He yelled, explosions popping off his hands.
Kirishima glanced over at him, a mix of emotions on his face. He seemed less intimidated by the outburst, but still shied away from doing anything further.
Bakugo seethed, hastily writing down the names of the companies on one of the many pieces of paper.
He ran for the door, only destruction placed in his mind. He reached for the doorknob, ready to open it, when a cry rang out behind him.
Quickly, Bakugo turned around.
Kirishima looked hurt. He pointed at the table, all of the previous work he'd done lying around. Suddenly, Bakugo felt a wave of realization wash over him.
Of course. It was so obvious that Kirishima just wanted to work with him. He'd even called for Bakugo, only for the blond to leave almost immediately. The redhead already put so much effort into it.
The paper wrinkling in his hand, Bakugo let go of the doorknob, letting his arm fall to his side. He walked back over to Kirishima's bed.
"Alright," he said, looking at the mountain of paper. "If I'm going to do anything, this has to go."
Almost immediately, Kirishima's mood shot up. Without realizing it, the redhead leaned forward, embracing Bakugo in a light hug.
Bakugo froze. It wasn't until Kirishima let go, that he realized just what happened.
The suddenness of it, it was a bit too much for him to handle. For a second, he let his mind wander. He let himself imagine that it was the old Kirishima in front of him, the old Kirishima hugging him.
Bakugo blinked, snapping himself back to reality. The hospital room was back in his vision. The bed, the equipment, the gifts, the table. Kirishima next to him.
He must've spaced out for a while, because when he focused back on the papers, Kirishima was already trying to clear out everything.
Bakugo pitched in, grabbing a stack.
They worked quietly, but it felt nice. Their presences were comfortable, with Kirishima occasionally smiling at Bakugo.
It took a while for them to finish, Bakugo getting annoyed at the lack of recycling bins in the hospital, and used one of the bags from the gift corner to round up the pounds of paper.
It got really heavy, but nothing Bakugo couldn't handle.
The experience was... nothing special, but still nice nonetheless. When the time finally came to actually start working, the table was organized and everything was in order.
Kirishima beamed, a childlike glee emitting from him. Bakugo snorted.
He sat down, picking up a pencil. It was time to get working. He didn't exactly know where to start, but he knew he would eventually get somewhere with Kirishima.
Kirishima flipped open a magazine, turning to a random page. They might as well just look up every single logo in the universe.
Kirishima looked over at Bakugo, much more excited to do this than him. But oh well, it would still be pretty great to be involved more with something like this.
He hadn't really done anything like it in a long time.
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Before And After ||BNHA Kiribaku||
Fanfiction(hiatus) 5 years. 5 years since the disappearance. Everybody moved on. Everybody thought he was dead Until he reappeared. Nothing is mine.
