His Drumming Heartbeat

Conversations

To Bakugo's surprise, he didn't think he'd get to see the same person he lost himself with for a great piece of his high school years. Throughout that time, he thought he'd start a new chapter with him, start a new life together, become one with each other, and grow old together. However, when he left suddenly that one day, everything changed dramatically.

That place of his was supposed to be theirs, given the real reason why his attempts of giving his cat, Blasty, to his parents before never worked out the way he anticipated. The cat has an emotional connection to the life she desired the most for her two owners, and in a way, Bakugo can see that. He understands from a specific viewpoint she almost expects her other owner to return. However, he wished the cat went with his former flame instead.

"Hey, Kirishima," Sero exclaimed to his best friend.

"I got your message," Kirishima tells him, "is everything-"

Kirishima makes direct eye contact with the ash-blond male now on the soles of his shoes. A pair of ruby red eyes meeting crimson red eyes, almost like it was the first time.

"-Okay?" Kirishima finishes off his sentence.

To Bakugo, Kirishima hasn't changed drastically compared to the rest of their classmates in this cramped room. One thing he perceives immediately would be the longer strands of hair he resembles. He can't tell how profuse it is because it's in a high ponytail. He's grown a few inches, still an inch shorter than Bakugo, that's for sure, and he's gotten more muscular. Both of them gained some muscle in the three years of last seeing each other, but there is a significant difference.

"Hey," Bakugo greeted Kirishima.

"Hey," Kirishima waved, smiling awkwardly.

Dead silence swallows the room whole, causing it arduous for some people to breathe. The tautness in the room is so opaque anyone could chop it with a blade, transmitting off that eerie vibe everywhere.

"Hey, uh," Kaminari starts with, "let's all go to the cafeteria!"

"Hey, great idea, man," Sero exclaimed.

Everyone's withdrawn from the room, leaving Bakugo and Kirishima still several feet off from each other. Neither of them is amenable to speak to one another. Both cannot impute each other for not wanting to, nonetheless.

"So," Kirishima begins, scratching the back of his neck, awkwardly, "how are you?"

"I'm fine," Bakugo answers, not acknowledging the tiny bruise on his jawline.

"You sure don't look fine," Kirishima grumbled to himself.

Bakugo overheard it, and he fires the other male a burning stare. Kirishima picks up on the burning feeling and looks up, leaving him to cower more into his standing position.

"Can we talk," he ultimately invites the blond.

"Sure," he answers to the redhead.

A/N: Play song now.

Both of them sit across from each other, only inches away from their knees brushing. Both parties have either resentment, tension, anguish, uncertainty, or some otherworldly emotion making this whole room sour.

"Look, I-"

"Save it," Bakugo raises his hand to stop Kirishima from making another word fall from his lips. He's currently not in the mood to handle his feelings when he hasn't slept for a reasonable magnitude of time.

He allows his hand to cease on the arm of the chair. Exerting a deep breath, he carefully chooses his words, something he's found time to learn throughout his isolation. "You haven't left Japan once, huh?"