(Completed) Press Play {Kiribaku YouTuber AU}

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***In all honesty, this should have been done in the first chapter, but I kept forgetting. I wanted to mention the book this was originally inspired by. It's called Excuses, by kiri-shine Y'all should definitely go check it out, because it's absolutely amazing! As far as I'm aware it's still in progress, which is also awesome because, like, it's one of those books you just never want to see end. So definitely go give it a read. I guarantee it's probably better than mine xD Anyways, next chapter!***

Kirishima was changing out of his work uniform for the night when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Yawning, he reached over to grab it and tapped the notification bar. Immediately, his fatigue faded as he saw what the notification was.

New upload from Ground Zero: "Let's Talk"

The thumbnail was a full view picture of Bakugo's face, and instantly Kirishima knew it had to be the explanation video he'd been talking about. He saved the video to his watch later and rushed out of the staff room, barely stopping to call a goodnight to Kaminari in his hurry.

Once he got into the privacy of his car, he brought up the video, too impatient to wait until he got home to watch it. The video was around ten minutes long, but that was okay. Kirishima pressed play and settled in to watch it.

"I'm not even gonna fucking bother doing an introduction today." Bakugo's familiar voice filled the silence. "I'm sure everyone knows what this is about, but on the off chance you don't for some reason, I'll explain. Some fucker on Twitter decided he was going to dig up parts of my past I ain't proud of, and lo and behold, he found something big. Like I said, I'm not proud of it, and if there was anything in my entire fucking life I could go back and fix, it would be that. But that's impossible, so here we are. So, yes. When I was fifteen, I was charged with aggravated assault and spent six months in a juvenile detention center, and another three doing community service. I was a really stupid teenager, and I had problems controlling my anger. The person who I hurt is fine now, in fact, he's probably one of the few people I'd actually call my friend. But for some reason, I couldn't stand him when we were in high school. If I could go back and knock some sense into my younger self, I would, believe me, but as things stand, all I can really do is explain the whole situation for you all."

From there, he went on to tell the same story he'd told to Kirishima weeks ago. He couldn't help but feel incredibly happy for Bakugo.  By the end of the video, he was smiling so wide it started to hurt a bit.

"And that's that." Bakugo finished. "Thanks for listening, and I'll see you all next time." And the video faded out to black.

Kirishima snatched his phone and scrolled down to the comment section, wanting to see how many people were still upset, because he was sure there were still a few left.

But as he kept scrolling, his happiness started to slip away. Every comment he saw said basically the same thing.

I always knew he was a thug. Now he's just trying to get pity. He should get arrested again.

Does he think we're stupid? He clearly hasn't gotten any better! Send this man to the nuthouse!

He thinks because he's famous, he can get away with anything? Someone call the police, he needs to be stopped!

"What is wrong with them?" Kirishima muttered to himself. "Can't they see how sincere he is?"

Every comment was the same, and Kirishima got more and more worried by the second. After around five whole minutes of scrolling, he made himself exit the YouTube app and went to his contact, clicking on Bakugo's number.

I saw the comments on your video. Do you want some company?

He wasn't expecting a response, so the soft buzz tone surprised him. When he pulled it out to check the message, however, he knew Bakugo must have been taking this badly.

Yes. I'm at my apartment. And he added the address to the complex and his apartment number.

Immediately, Kirishima put his phone down and pulled out of the parking lot, headed for the address Bakugo had sent him. He was too worried about him to even think about being nervous about going to Bakugo's home.

It only took a few minutes for him to find the complex. He parked his car and grabbed his phone before rushing inside. At the front desk, he gave the apartment number to the desk worker, and she told him it was on the third floor. Kirishima thanked her before turning for the stairs.

He knew he'd found the right apartment before even reading the number just from the sounds of yelling and objects being thrown around. He slowly reached out and knocked on the door, unsure if he would even hear him over his own shouting.

After knocking, however, the sounds stopped, and a few seconds later the door swung open to reveal an obviously furious Bakugo. His face was bright red, his hair even messier than usual, and his clenched fists were shaking at his sides.

He didn't say anything, but he left the door open for Kirishima to let himself in. Kirishima shut the door behind him and followed Bakugo as he walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge with a lot more force than necessary.

"Here," He spat and slammed the fridge door, shoving a bottle of water into Kirishima's chest. Then he moved to the couch and plopped himself face down on it. Kirishima frowned, taking a look at the damage around the apartment.

He could see broken glass scattered in front of the kitchen sink, as well as what looked like a broken vase on the end table beside the couch. Other random objects seemed to have been thrown across the apartment. There were throw pillows in the hallway, handfuls of pens and pencils strewn across the floor, and the door Kirishima guessed was to his bedroom had a sizable dent in it, probably from being punched.

Slowly, Kirishima walked over and sat down on the arm of the couch, right above where Bakugo had placed his head. He could see him breathing hard, but his face was completely hidden in the couch cushions.

"I'm sorry," He blurted out after he finally couldn't stand the silence anymore. "People suck."

Bakugo snorted and lifted his head, and for the first time Kirishima saw that his crimson eyes were rimmed red. "That's the biggest fucking understatement I've ever heard, Shitty Hair."

Kirishima laughed, but it was quick to fade with the current mood. With a sigh, he stood in sat down next to Bakugo on the couch, squished between him and the arm. "I really am sorry." He said, softer now that they were closer. "I wish there was something I could--"

"Stop." Bakugo ran a hand over his face. "Just stop fucking talking. Just...sit there and keep me company. That's what you're here for."

Kirishima nodded, ready to lean back and wait for Bakugo to relax, but he surprised him by leaning over and resting his head against his arm. Kirishima's pulse sped up a bit, and his face heater up. When he glanced down, he saw that Bakugo's eyes were already shut.

He was extremely close, and while Kirishima was certainly surprised by the gesture, that wasn't to say he didn't like it. In fact, he found that he liked the feeling of the blond's weight resting up against him. It was weirdly soothing.

He half expected Bakugo to sit up, so he was further shocked when a minute turned into five, and then ten. When Kirishima looked down again, Bakugo's expression had smoothed out, and he was softly snoring with his mouth slightly open. He'd fallen asleep laying against him.

Kirishima barely even realized he was smiling. He decided he liked this softer side of Bakugo, although what exactly that meant, he wasn't sure. But right then, he didn't really care. All he cared about was the feeling of Bakugo leaning against him, completely relaxed and fast asleep.

***So...I wanted to do some fluff before we get into the bad stuff. I'm still not entirely sure just how far I plan on taking said 'bad stuff' but I am sure that I will anger a bunch of people haha Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed, and see you next time!***