The smallest coffins weigh the most on our hearts (kiribaku)

This all happened so quickly...

Bakugou was slowly awakening. His eye lids were heavy and still full of sleep as he sat up in bed. He ran a scarred, callused hand through the blonde, messy mound of spiked hair on his head and yawned. Noticing that his lover wasn't beside him, he called out his name in a grumbly morning voice, "Kirishima!" From beyond the walls of their shared room he heard quick footsteps and then a loud thud. "What happened?" Bakugou growled, "Are you okay?"

   A weak, "yeah its okay, my shirt fell." came as a reply. Bakugou groaned before swinging his long legs over the side of the bed and slipping his warm feet onto a cold floor. He stretched his arms out and leaned backwards, feeling a pop as his aching muscles tensed beneath his pale scarred skin. 

       Bakugou tiredly trudged over to the white dresser and pulled aside one of the doors, looking for his black and orange dressing gown that a thankful citizen made for him a couple months back. "Shitty hair it sounded heavier than a shirt." He murmured. The floor was cold beneath his feet, or maybe it was just what he dreaded having to tell kirishima. He breathed in a deep breath. before moving back to sit on the bed.

       "I was kind of in it." Kirishima smiled as he walked round the corner in a pair of crimson riot boxers. Bakugou looked up admiring his long time boyfriends toned body. He had memorized each curve and dent of his shape and abs, every scar and scratch that made him even more perfect. It made things so much harder. "um Katsuki?" Kirishima asked. Now that was something that kirishima didn't do often, call the blonde by his first name. Bakugou snapped out of his thoughts and looked up, humming in response. "you look distracted... in a bad way." he sat beside him on the bed, "whats on your mind?"

      Bakugou knew Kirishima could easily get emotional. The truth is ever since UA they had never been apart. They always did the same missions side by side. They always ate together, slept together.  The only time they were away from each other was one needed privacy. Bakugou closed his eyes. Taking in a deep breath he murmured,"I have to go on a mission, alone. Its two hours away by plane. I couldn't say no, I was forced by gang orca.... I'm so sorry Kirishima. I know we haven't left each others sides since UA but I have to go...'

   kirishima grabbed Bakugou by the wrists and growled protectively, "No! You aren't going with out me. Every time you are alone something happens to you. You get kidnapped or hurt. I dont want that happening again. Remember last time. Someone tried to...." He trailed off as Bakugou quickly looked away, holding up a hand to silence him.

     "I know but I'm a pro hero, nearly number 1! I can't stop now. Part of being a hero is using yourself even if you get hurt. I dont care if I die for the greater good." Katsuki explained. He saw Kirishima's expression change into a frown, then watched as a single glass like tear slide down his cheek. 

   Bakugou placed his hands on either sides of kirishima's cheeks and whipped away the warm tears with gentle swipes of his thumbs. Kirishima's eyes were scrunched closed as he sobbed quietly. "Kiri look at me." Bakugou whispered in his boyfriends ear, he could feel his heart beating heavily in his chest. Kirishima slowly opened them to look at Bakugou's glistening red orbs that spoke his soul in gentle waves. "I will be okay. I'm strong, and so are you. I know we haven't been away from each other in over 7 years but we will be okay." he whispered quietly, letting a gentle hum echo in his throat to calm the emotional man beside him.

      Kirishima reached over and cupped Bakugou's cheek, placing a gentle kiss on Bakugou's delicate lips. He reluctantly pulled away and whispered "You're mine. Remember that Katsuki. Ground Zero or not you belong in my arms right here. We call every night and text every chance you get! Understand?" The blonde nodded before grabbing the hem of the red heads shirt and digging his face into it, breathing in kirishima's scent. He smelled of old spices and damp stone, like a river. It calmed him and he felt at home. It didn't matter where he was or what circumstance he was under, as long as Kirishima was there, he was home.

________________________________________________________________________________So that was my chapter. Sorry if its terrible. Please tell me what you think. I triedmy best. I'm always open to ideas. Ch