Frequency

Homeostasis

The next morning...

Bakugo didn't get home early enough the night before to wake up on time. Being that he and Kirishima were the top heroes at the agency, it wasn't too big of a deal if he was late but it was something he was never a fan of. Rather than calling in last night, Bakugo decided to just suck it up and get up early that morning. He was never a morning person, so being up at that hour with less than eight hours of sleep meant everything irritated him. And Kirishima was ready to deal with that all day.

"Hey man, you don't have to go in today. I can cover it. Or even stay here with you for the day if you want." He said this rather carefully knowing that anything could set Bakugo off.

He responded with a nod, gaze lost in some thought. Kirishima was waiting for an uncalled-for scream, even a 'tch' of annoyance, but nothing. Bakugo only grabbed his coffee mug and poured the dark liquid in it. He sat at the counter, silent.

"Do you think I can't fucking handle a hiccup in my sleep?" Kirishima just looked at him.

"What? Bakugo, you're a fucking mess," his tone had changed and so did his body language. Kirishima isn't one to get so mad at anything. Hell, he was best friends with UA's most dangerous student, the one that would fight you just because you looked at him. But this type of cold, bitter laced response was getting on his nerves. Before his friend could say anything, he continued.

"You're a whole ass mess and it's getting on my nerves. What. Is your. FUCKING. Problem? I get it, you're stubborn and don't like talking about your feelings. That's fine. I stan that because it's manly sometimes. Whatever. But you're tone and responses are not manly anymore. It's messing up the homeostasis here. So you either tell me what's wrong in your own twisted way or we do it my way."

Bakugo was taken aback. Never had he seen Kirishima so livid. And at him. He knew that Kirishima didn't fear him, nor belittled him. He knew that at the end of the day he was trying to help him. So why couldn't Bakugo be "manly" and actually talk about what was bothering him? He felt like he was caught between a rock and a hard place. He could either keep this whole charade going and brush it off or actually get down to the bottom of it. He wasn't going down without a fight, per usual, so after a moment or growling he finally spoke up.

"Remember that girl I saved? I can't stop thinking about her. I don't know what the fuck it was about her, but I can't get her out of my fucking thoughts and it's aggravating. It's like I need to know that she's okay or some dumb shit. And on top of that," he paused. This was it. If he spoke up now it would be the moment he finally stopped being stubborn and accepted that he was feeling off. Maybe it was because he hadn't been home in a while. Maybe it was because he was lonely. Either way, he was about to get some help he thought he would regret.

"Kirishima, I just feel off. I don't feel like myself. And I don't know what to do."

Kirishima's expression changed, from confused to a sudden gleefulness. He finally knew what was wrong (sort of). And now he could help him. True, Kirishima didn't know exactly what was bothering Bakugo, but this was a start.

"Okay," he finally responded after a grunt or growl of annoyance left Bakugo's face, "What can you tell me about this girl you saved? Was she tall? How was her hair? What about any distinct features?" The blonde couldn't help but take a sip from his black coffee to avoid laughing. Kirishima was treating him how the police probably treated her after the whole incident. But being sleep deprived, he had no sass in him. He answered.

"Fuck can you breathe in between question, damn? I can tell you that she was scared. She was wearing a coat, and her hair was down. Uh... it was dark, I couldn't see shit but her hair looked not straight, shit was probably curly. It was long. Cascaded actually," he never noticed his tone change, but Kirishima did. He continued. "She had freckles, kind of like that damn Izuku, but cuter. Oh, but her eyes. Fuck. Her eyes were brown but beautiful. Not like a mediocre brown. Radiant." When he finished, he felt relaxed. He felt like the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders. But he still felt off, like he needed to find her.

"Okay. So where did you find this girl? Like where did it all happen? Was it near here?"

"It was about 15 minutes away maybe? I don't remember cause I was running up and down every alley and avenue I could find. I ran straight to the agency gym and then ran back. It was some store or something. In the wall?" Kirishima choked on his orange juice. His eyes lit up and Bakugo knew something wild was about to happen.

"Was it right next to the alley? Like there were a few pots and some cinder blocked and then the alley?"

"Yeah, I remember some greenish blurps? Kirishima how the fuck do you know!" He flashed his shark-toothed smile.

"Bakubro, I know who our mystery girl is. But you have to let me help you. Do you trust me?"

Bakugo debated that. He knew Kirishima was softer and more lovey-dovey than him. He knew that he would probably make it a huge deal and make it all a flair for the dramatic. But he trusted him with his life. Bakugo reached a hand out towards Kirishima.

"I do. So don't fuck it up."

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not the best nor longest but I'll make up for it I promise -E