The Heart Exchange (bnha agere)

Chapter 1: Rainy

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  He'd been there only a handful of times, on particularly difficult days where motivation was lacking, and self-esteem was in hibernation, but Kirishima was swinging by the quiet room again. He'd shaken off much of the shame he'd felt about it, and was able to drop by when need be. Like today, a grey sky, and forgotten assignment, heart-punching Tuesday.
  He turns the doorknob, and pushes open the white door, revealing the pristine yet comfortable, blue-wall room. Eijirou tosses his bag onto the flattened indigo carpet, and falls into one of the bean bags with a sigh. A deep, exhausted sigh. Optimism is healthy for the brain, but that doesn't mean things can't get a bit too sucky to think of pleasantly. A scolding from his favourite teacher, and losing his photo of Bakugo he kept in his wallet, amounting to him feeling like a pretty crappy boyfriend. It was a special picture and he just let himself lose it.

  Kiri closes his eyes. He can hear the distinct sound of rain on the glass. There's a thunderstorm arriving around the evening. Or at least, it wasn't predicted to arrive till then. As it seems, it may be a little early to the party. Everything has been dark like that lately - all doom and gloom. Raindrops tap the glass. Kirishima readjusts his slouchy position on the purple bean bag, and his foot brushes something. His eyes crack open and search. He finds a scrunched up piece of paper.
  He picks it up, and curiously unfolds it in his lap. He recognises his boyfriend's handwriting instantly. It's a physics worksheet. Half of the questions have been completed, but the other half on the structure of atoms and various questions about isotopes, have seemingly been abandoned. He subconsciously makes a note of it for their next revision session, and carefully folds it, placing it into his bag.

  The real question is: What was Katsuki doing in here? Kirishima didn't see them as the type to utilise a room like this. Bakugo's whole mega ego, and inability to process criticism manifested in a range of ways. But going to the school's quiet room? Bakugo would remark on the idiocy of such an idea. Besides, it's not like Katsuki hides stuff from everyone, just most people. Perhaps it's Eijirou's pride blurring the lines of reality, but the boy's convinced that if Katsuki was experiencing any wild turmoil, they'd confide in their boyfriend about it. Kirishima peers through the blinds. Droplets have dotted the window. Fifth period ends in five minutes. Looks like they'll all be returning to the dorms through the callous rain. Wonderful.

  Eijirou grabs his bag, and leaves the room. The comfort of being somewhere quiet to momentarily recharge, is surprisingly valuable. He walks down the hallway as students begin to pour from classrooms. He zips out through the main door, and hops down the steps. Bakugo is cowering under a tree, popping up an umbrella, and grimacing at the sky. The sky grimaces back, sending heavier rainfall, dampening Kirishima's uniform. He bounds across the concrete, and flies underneath his boyfriend's umbrella.
  "Hiya." He smiles, taking hold of the handle. Bakugo appears reluctant to let go of it for a moment.
  "Hi, dumbass." He grunts, hand slipping into his pocket, as Kirishima tilts the green head of the umbrella over their heads. Rain drips from the rim.

  The pair move as one, ambling down the pathway towards the dorms. As they walk, Kirishima builds up the strength to pry, even just slightly, about Bakugo and their possible experience with the room.
  "Have you ever been to the quiet room?" Bakugo's eyes flash over to him, and then back to the path.
  "Fuck no, what do you take me for Kiri, a hermit?" They mutter. Kirishima kicks a stone across the concrete. Average Bakugo behaviour. Yet, Eijirou had a concern growing inside about an issue that may be festering in his boyfriend.
  "Just know that I'm here if you want to talk." Kiri added. Bakugo wrinkled his nose. The clouds printed above them seemed to be getting darker.
  "I don't need to talk, Kiri." Katsuki's voice lowers. The worry in Kirishima's stomach blossoms into a grotesque flower. "Don't worry about it." The blonde said.

  The heavy rain had formed a great wall of thrashing grey, that made it difficult to see or hear. Kiri had to put in some genuine effort to keep the umbrella up. When they got to the dorm house, Bakugo darted out from underneath to open the door. Raindrops hung off his eyelashes. The bags under his eyes were darker than usual. Kirishima slipped under the overhang, and took down the umbrella, shaking it viciously, before turning to find Bakugo standing by the open door.
  "Are you coming, dumbass?" Eijirou shook the umbrella a final time. There was something about Katsuki, he just hadn't figured it out yet.
  "Yeah, yeah." He replies, following him inside.
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A/N: Okay, I know I haven't portrayed Bakugo in the nicest light, namely in my Shoto fic, but this is the Katsuki fic, and now it's all about them B)