Poprocks Burn As Slowly As The Sun

Bakugo's chest heaved in Kirishima's arms as he dangled high above the ground, his sobs breaking the soft silence of the night.
"Let go of me!" Bakugo cried out loudly, trying to wiggle out of the other boy's grasp, his emotional state blinding him of the fact that, if the other did let go, he'd fall four stories to the cold, hard pavement below.
Kirishima held back his tears, pulling the thrashing Bakugo close to him, hugging him as he kept him from plummeting hard and fast. He swallowed hard before whispering in the ash-blond's ear.
"I won't let you go. Not now, not ever..."