Cheer The Jock Up! // KiriBaku

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<Kirishima>

I heard something I know I shouldn't have heard.
And... I've done... something... I know I shouldn't have done.

I almost walked in on a conversation Bakugo was having with... Todoroki...?
They sounded so angry with one another... They sounded ruthless...
I... I don't know why I stayed behind that wall and listened...

*

"You ran into Sero, I heard what happened last night."
"You tryna fuckin' get in my business too? Stick your fucking curiosity up your ass, you bastard."
"Not when you're trying to mess with them. Not when you're trying to mess with him-"
"I'M NOT 'MESSING' WITH HIM. I'M GENUINELY--"
"'GENUINELY' MY ASS. YOU'RE AN EMOTIONLESS BASTARD, AND I KNOW IT. I SAW IT MYSELF-"
"Here you fucking go again to the past-- FORGET ABOUT IT, WON'T YOU-!?"
"How can I forget about it when I see it threatening to replay with someone else-- He doesn't deserve to go through what I had to go through-"
"'HAD'?! Please, fucking SPARE ME. IT WAS YOUR POOR DECISION OF STAYING AROUND FOR THAT FUCKING LONG-!"
"I would have left SO much sooner once I realized how sick you were-- Now I actually pity you, Katsuki. How's that mental illness going for ya?! You think he's gonna give you a chance when he finds out?! Or you want me to tell him now so that your black heart gets spared?!" 
"DON'T--"
"Oh wait. You don't spare lost causes."
"IF YOU FUCKIN' FILL HIS HEAD WITH BULLSHIT I SWEAR TO FUCKIN' GOD-- I'M NOT FUCKING MENTALLY ILL, YOU INSENSITIVE BASTARD--"
"THAT'S NOT WHAT YOUR RECORDS FUCKING SHOWED-"

*

I've heard enough.
I ran away from that hallway and looked for a private place, one where I knew I would be left alone. 

I'm seeing who the bad guy is here now.

Todoroki.
I'm not about to let this happen.
But first... I need to hear both sides of the situation.

Sure... I could be biased for Bakugo...
But I won't. 

This... is sounding a lot more serious than I thought it was...

●

He's alone... finally. 
He's looking...--
Oh my god. He's...

"Hey... Bakugo...-!"

He jumped... did I really startle him that badly?
He immediately started wiping his eyes and got up to his feet.

"H-Hey-"
"What's wrong...? Are you cryin--?"
"NO!" He snaps loudly. "I- TH-THE FUCK DO YOU THINK  I AM?!"
"A-... A human being? Dude, you're allowed to cry..."
"T-TCH-! WH-WHATEVER-"
"No... it's not 'whatever'..."

I approach him slowly. 
But I'm also being cautious.

I know he can get violent. 
And I'm not stupid.

"Can I... talk to you-?"
"W-WHAT DO YOU WANT-!?"
"Well,- First I want you to breathe deeply... and to calm down."
"I AM-"
"No... you're not. It's okay."

I have a few 'guesses', or 'assumptions' of what I could be getting myself into here.
My strongest guess here is that he has a disorder.
I don't think... it's mental illness...

It took me an entire ten minutes just to get him to sit down.
And another ten to convince him to come to a more private setting for us to talk.
He felt 'safer' in his dorm room, and I easily agreed.