Count To Ten - KiriBaku

Four.

POV: Bakugo

Four hours later, I wake up.

I have a vague memory of saying goodbye to someone before hanging up my phone – Kirishimia, maybe? No, it can't be. He' been away for days. He hasn't picked up any calls, not answered any of my DMs or texts, even though I know he's seen them. No way he's still butthurt. Kirishima wouldn't be like that – he'd be happy knowing I'm with –

Deku. The realisation hits in a stunning wave of butterflies. He's curled up between my arms, blankly smiling into the distance. Either he's as in love as I am, or he was lying about how he felt.

Suspicion creeps up on me. I know him and Izuku are pretty good friends. Maybe... maybe Kiri called him? Organised this whole thing to get back at me? See how I felt, when put into the same position as him? 

I try to fight the rage threatening to explode from within me, but it's no use. If this was Kirishima... Fuck it. I deserve the truth, even after what I did to him. 

"Oi. Deku." I harshly nudge him awake, my voice cracking from dehydration and disuse. He turns to face me, sleepily rubbing his eyes and fixing his hair. No point in trying to cover up my blush, now that I'm actually with him - I just let him be adorable. 

"Morning, baby," he peeps. I almost feel bad for what I'm about to do.

"Look, we need to talk." 

The panic that floods his face is alarming - upsetting, even - and makes tears spring from my eyes. I manage to repress them just as Izuku says "Okay, what about?" 

Might as well cut to the chase.

"Look, did Kirishima put you up to this? Did he make you do what I did to him just so that I could feel what it was like? Because, man, I've been in love with you for years and I've been Kirishima's best friend since we began at UA. If I found out that my closest friend and my boyfriend, if I could even call you that, Deku, I'd be... angry. And heartbroken. And upset in every way you could possibly think of-" 

I'm interrupted by an explosion. Coming from my hands, the sparks seem small and normal. but for Izuku, who I relentlessly taunted with my quirk for the majority of his life, it's enough of a horror show for him to tear up, back away, and run from my apartment.

I never got an answer.

I storm out of the apartment, hearing whimpers from Iida's dorm as I pass, the unmistakable sound of Deku trying to hide. Fuck them and whatever they tell me; I'm going after a bigger fish. Kirishima Eijiro.

I pass Shoji, Denki, and Mineta in the halls, all who try to greet me and say hi and ask how I'm doing. I don't say a word.

I swear to fucking God, if Kirishima had anything to do with this, I'll rip him open and weave his hair into a hat, I scream internally. Nobody can know what I'm feeling, nobody can know how vulnerable I am. So, I keep my expression angry-neutral, like always. 

This is between Kirishima and I, and I can't get anyone else involved, I tell myself as I reach his dorm. 

I raise my fist to knock on his door.