MY R.

Nine

-For the very first time, there I see. Someone with the same pains as me. Having done this time and time again, she wore a yellow cardigan.

Kirishima stood at the doorway of the roof entrance, the door swung open. He stared out in front of him, and at the figure at the fence, eyes wide. The sunset shined towards the person, silhouetting him in the dark. Kirishima shut the door carefully behind him and he never stopped looking at the person. Something drew him to the person, whether it was their quirk or not. He took a step close, and noticed the blanched yellow cardigan around the persons body. It was hanging loose, not buttoned up. 

Kirishima took another step forwards, only to recognize the person instantly. His eyes went wide, and he instantly paced forwards a few meters. ''B-Bakugo?'' Kirishima asked, and mentally slapped himself for stuttering. Bakugo didn't even flinch, and continued to look down at the parking lot beneath their feet. 

As Kirishima slowly moved forwards, he tilted his head sideways and opened his mouth to speak his normal phrase of 'we can talk', or 'I am here', only for Bakugo to beat him to find his voice.

''I just wanna stop the scars that grow, every time that I go home. That's why I came up here instead.'' That's what the girl in the cardigan said.

Kirishima's eyes widened. Bakugo had similar problems to him? Was he abused..? Sure, he heard his mother was rough and had a booming personality, but he guessed this was where Bakugo got his own from. He looked down at his feet, which caused Bakugo to release a gruff sigh. He begun to button up his cardigan, looking down at the parking lot, before Kirishima felt a wave of horror as he realized Bakugo was actually going to do it. 

-Whoa, wait a minute what did I just say? I couldn't care less either way. But in the moment I just screamed, something that I did not believe.

Kirishima's lip quivered as he watched Bakugo readjust his collar on the yellow cardigan. He turned to face the sky, and he took a step. Kirishima's whole vision blurred as he grabbed Bakugo's cardigan tightly, and Bakugo paused, pausing his step midair. He turned and looked at Kirishima, no anger in his eyes. Just confusion. 

Kirishima's lips were shaking pathetically, and he looked at the ground, his arm up and refusing to let go of Bakugo. After a moment, a fat tear rolled down his cheeks, and Kirishima watched it hit the ground. Then one, two... Three... He clenched his eyes shut, as more and more rained down. He said quietly, his voice cracking horribly.

''Hey... Don't do it please.''

Kirishima couldn't see past his tears, and finally looked up at Bakugo. Bakugo wasn't even looking at him, and grabbed Kirishima's wrist softly and pulling it off of his cardigan. He looked back towards the cars beneath them, and Kirishima's whole world froze. He really wasn't stopping. He then went into a state of panic, his trembling lips suddenly breaking as he bursted into tears, ugly sobs escaping his mouth.

-Agh- What to do?! I can't stop this girl, oh this is new! For once I think I've bitten off more than I can chew.

Kirishima's thoughts raced as an endless supply of tears pushed their way from his eyes. His legs gave way, and Bakugo turned his body slightly to watch Kirishima fall to his knees, sobbing loudly. Bakugo bit his lips in thought, and just stared as Kirishima broke into a fit of crying and wailing.

''But even so, please just go away so I can see. Your pitiful expression is just too much for me!''

Kirishima begged, holding his hand over his eyes and using his wrist and forearm to rub his tears away. His voice cracked horribly. His words came out almost inaudibly, and for a moment because of how silent Bakugo was, he thought he jumped or disappeared, just like the rest. He paused in shock, a single tear rolling down his face long after the others as he heard a soft sigh.

''I guess today is just not my day.'' She looked away from me and then she disappeared.

Kirishima never bothered to look up. He knew Bakugo would just disappear with the wind, like the others. But instead, the sunset besides him was illuminated into a shadow as Bakugo passed the panic-stricken red head, giving him a small stroke on the head as he passed. Kirishima listened to the soft clanking of the footsteps, before the door opened and Bakugo disappeared down the stairs. 

Kirishima never knew whether he was happy or sad that night.