"I Love You."

"I-I don't want to feel at all!"

Kirishima's POV

My neck was aching when I finally woke up, and I cursed to myself, because this is what I get for falling asleep on my classmate's cheap cushioned couch.

I sat up while groaning, my hand rubbing at the sore spot on my neck before I finally stood, and turned, sighing when I saw Todoroki alone on the bed.

Bakugou must have gone out, I thought, leaning backwards and stretching my back. I hope he's okay.

Sighing, I walked across the room and stood near the All Might themed bed, looking past Todoroki's sleeping form and to Midoriya's glowing red alarm clock that boldly outlined the numbers of 8:47 am.

Wow, we really slept in, luckily we don't have school today or Aizawa Sensei would have our heads . . .

I turned back around and picked up my phone from the small table that was sitting in the middle of the room, quickly flipping it on to see if there were any missed calls or messages.

Luckily, there was none, and I relaxed, happy that I didn't miss out on anything too drastic. But then that got me thinking, why didn't anyone message me? Did they not like me? Do they not see me as a friend?

My phone was trembling in my shaking hands, and I quickly shook my head, because no, there are people that care about me and a small text message or call doesn't have to prove that.

I smiled, content that I seemed to stop my spiralling thoughts and walked towards the bed, sitting on it and hesitantly attempted to wake the sleepy Todoroki up.

"Hey man," I murmured, resting my hand on the sleeping boy's shoulder and giving him a firm shake. "C'mon, it's time we got up."

Todoroki groaned and rolled over, his eyes lidded as he slowly came to consciousness.

"I-Izu . . ?" he mumbled, still slightly delirious and out of it.

I sighed and shook his shoulder again, guilt filling my stomach, because I knew he wanted Midoriya to be here, but he wasn't and a small part of me blamed myself for that.

"He's not here, Todoroki," I informed him as he sat up, the blankets pooling around his legs. "But we can go see him if you want, though I think we should take Bakugou with us. He must have left in the middle of the night and I don't know where he went."

The duel quirked boy raised his hand to his forehead, closing his eyes and swaying slightly. He groaned and exhaled loudly, and that pit of guilt grew in my stomach, because if I were quicker, if I had stopped Midoriya, then things wouldn't have gotten this bad. But I was too slow, and I couldn't save him.

How can I be a hero if I can't even save my friend?

My attention was snatched from my thoughts when Todoroki sobbed loudly, and I quickly leaned forward, taking the younger boy in my arms and pulling him into a tight embrace.

"I-I can't . . ." he cried, clenching onto my shirt as if I would disappear if he let go. "I d-don't want to feel this way anymore. I-I don't want to feel at all!"

I held him tighter, slipping my hand into his hair and pushing him closer into my chest, his sobs becoming muffled and my shirt getting soaked from his tears.

"Shh." I tried to comfort him, but I knew that I was in beyond my limit.

Was he just hinting that he was going to commit suicide? He doesn't want to feel? So he wants to die? I need to get Aizawa, o-or Bakugou.

My thoughts were going haywire again, and I quickly reached behind me to get my phone, turning it on and swiping to Bakugou's contact. I don't know what to do in these types of situations. I don't know how to comfort someone. I don't know how to help someone stop crying, especially when it was Todoroki, who always seems emotionless.

Kirishima: Come to Midoriya's room. Need help. Todoroki's spiralling.

Bakugou didn't reply, of course, but a few minutes after staring at my phone, a small 'read' symbol appeared on the bottom corner of the screen, and I knew that he was coming.

As I assumed, a few minutes later there was a small click as the door opened, and Bakugou entered the room, and surprisingly, he was followed by a very concerned Midoriya.

Todoroki's sobs had stopped a few minutes ago, but he was still holding my shirt, his eyes staring blankly off to the left. He didn't seem to acknowledge the new presence in the room, but his grip on my shirt loosened slightly when Midoriya slowly sat beside us on the bed.

I was relieved to see Midoriya here, because the last time I saw him he was cold, and limp, and there was blood –

Oh my god, there was so, so much blood –

I slowly loosened my grip on Todoroki and slipped him towards Midoriya, who instantly took him and cradled him like a newborn baby. I was slightly amazed at the way Todoroki looked, because in that instant, with the blankets and pillows lying everywhere, the duel quirked user had looked exactly like a toddler.

Midoriya expertly rocked him back and forth, his right hand playing with the other's hair while he pressed his forehead to Todoroki's, whispering small words of reassurance and making sure to throw in a few 'I love you's'.

I smiled when Todoroki opened his eyes after previously closing them, and the younger boy instantly relaxed and held tighter to his boyfriend once he fully realised that Midoriya was there, and he was safe.

Safe, safe, safe.

However, students of UA, especially those in class 1-A, know that all good things must end, and that no one is ever truly safe.

I felt a pair of strong arms circle around me, and I leaned back into Bakugou's touch, letting him hold me and nuzzle his head into the crook of my neck. He sighed, his breath hot and moist against my skin and lifted his head so that his chin was resting on my red hair, which was currently unstyled and lying flat against my head. It might have been because I was still partially asleep and focused on the way Midoriya had somehow lulled Todoroki back to sleep, but I felt a different presser on my forehead that only lasted a few seconds before it was pulled away again. I smiled, and relaxed further into Bakugou until we were both sprawled out on the bed, Midoriya spooning a cosy Todoroki and Bakugou spooning me.

My position made butterflies spark and flutter around my heart and chest, but I decided to push the feeling away so I could be in the moment and remember exactly what it felt like to have Bakugou wrapped around me protectively.

One day, whether it would be tomorrow or a month from now, I will tell the blonde how I feel about him, and hopefully, he'll reciprocate my feelings.

I shook my head and huffed a laugh, knowing that I can think about Bakugou and romance another time, but right now all I wanted to think about how nice it was to be lying peacefully with him, and how his presence never failed to be comforting.

Whenever I was with Bakugou, I felt safe, which was rare.

And that's why I know I should treasure him and my friends before it's too late, because nothing permanent stays. Never. 

In the end, only one thing is guaranteed.

And that one thing is death. 

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Anime recommendation: Orange, which is about a friendship group trying to prevent their friend from committing suicide, and Given, which is hella gay and cute and sad at once.

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