"Katsuki, hey Katsuki you gotta stop. Bakubro slow down!"

Bakugou wasn't listening. He didn't have time to fucking listen. Furiously he marched towards the direction of the receptionist. Bumping his way through the masses of people while not offering them even an apology in return for shoving them out of the way.

Coming to a stop in front of the old lady, he slammed the palm of his hand against the desk, making her startle. Faintly he could hear the red head behind him hurriedly apologizing to the woman and the people around them, but Bakugou's death glare was solely focused on the receptionist. "Where is Kaminari Denki?" he hissed.

Adjusting her glasses slightly, lips drawn into a disapproving frown, the old lady glared back equally as unimpressed. "Are you family young man?"

"No but-"

"Are you his guardian?"

"No-"

"Then I am afraid I can't let you see the patient at this moment."

"Why you-"

Two arms came up to circle around his waist and haul him away before he could finish climbing over the desk like a maniac. "Easy Bakubro," Kirishima panted, shifting him away from the public, and dragging him by force back to their seat. "If you keep doing this they're so gonna kick us out."

"Put me down," the blonde snarled, eyes still not moving away from the old lady. "If we do shit your way we're never gonna see dunce-face and you fucking know it."

Sighing, his friend shook his head, but did as he was told.

Gently Kirishima lowered Bakugou down to the ground, but also quickly got in his way when the former tried to side step him in order to get back to where he'd left things off. "Get out of my way shitty-hair," Bakugou said lowly, eyes shadowed by sheer frustration and hate.

"Fraid not," his best friend said, lips quirked into a tiny apologetic smile. "The only reason they've yet to kick us out is cuz Recovery Girl told them not to, but if you attack that receptionist dude, I'm pretty sure the deal's off."

Bakugou just continued to glare at him. "They're not letting us see fucking dunce-face. They said he was out of surgery and it's visitation hours, so why the fuck can't we see him?"

Face darkening momentarily, Kirishima bit his bottom lip hard. Then he shook his head as if to expel those gloomy thoughts and turned to smile brightly back at Katsuki. "They said family only man."

"We are his family!" Bakugou snapped.

"I know, but not according to any legitimate documents we're not." the blonde could see how hard that was for his friend to admit, and it made his stomach twist. "All we can do is wait for Aizawa-sensei to arrive or his parents, and we'll go from there."

"If his parents get here, I'm gonna fucking end them."

Throwing himself in one of the chairs, Bakugou crossed his arms and stared down at his feet in resignation. It was a clear sign of backing down if Kirishima had ever seen any, so he just huffed lightly with no trace of humour, and dropped down next to the blonde. "Me and you both dude," he said.

Finally sitting in companionable silence for the first time in what felt like forever, they both tried to patiently wait for the arrival of their teacher.

"I should have done something you know."

Bakugou's voice wasn't higher than a whisper, and Kirishima had to almost strain himself to hear him, but-

"That's not true man," he said, voice equally as quiet. "It was an accident. You couldn't have known that villain was gonna be there."

"But I should've. I should have known. It was my job to know. It was my job to have his fucking back." Katsuki's face contorted into a broken shatter of guilt. "He trusted me Eijirou. Fuck, he trusted me."

"It wasn't your fault Katsuki. You need to stop blaming yourself."

Clutching at his pants, Bakugou shook his head. "How can I?" he asked hoarsely. "How can I not blame myself when my friend might never be able to walk again?"

Kirishima didn't say anything in return, and Bakugou found himself blinking furiously up at the lights in the ceiling, desperately trying to hold back those traitorous tears. Because fuck, who gave him the right to cry when he did this to Denki? How could he ever hope to be the number one hero, when he couldn't even keep his family safe.

"He never fucking said it out loud." Bakugou wasn't looking at the red head when he spoke up again. "He never really admitted it, but Denki wanted to be a hero to save those ignored by society. He didn't want to be a hero for the glory, for fame or for the flashy costumes, he just wanted to help."

Losing the battle with his eyes, tears started finally trailing down his cheeks in waves. Dripping of his chin, and hitting his clenched fists, as he bowed his head down and gritted his teeth against the gnawing pain in his chest. "Who would have thought right," he gasped, struggling not to just curl in on himself right in the middle of the fucking hospital and just cry his heart out. "A flashy hero who just wants to help."

"Yeah." Kirishima didn't look much better than him. Eyes red rimmed, teeth clenched and fingers clutching at the end of his shirt. "He's always been like that." The red head had taken to lifting both legs up on the chair and resting his chin atop of them now. "It's still not your fault though. Denki wouldn't want you to blame yourself. You know that."

"I don't care."

Biting his lip as hard as he could, he almost reveled in the brief spark of pain that trickled down his lip as the blood made its way down his chin and joined the damn wetness splattered atop his clenched fists. "I don't fucking care what he would think. I should have protected him and I didn't. That's on me."

Kirishima just nodded. Before he stood up from his chair in one fluid motion and knelt down in front of Bakugou's own. "I'm not gonna tell you what to feel," he said slowly. Fingers coming to rest atop of Bakugou's own. "Let's help him together yeah?"

Looking up, Katsuki met Eijirou's own tearful gaze. "Let's make sure that we give him the best possible chance at recovery. And let's be heroes together."

There was a level of strength in the other's voice that Bakugou so desperately wanted to feed off of. To believe, to roll himself in and hide from the world. To leach off of like it was the last remaining drop of water in the whole damn universe. Instead, he turned his fists around and clutched his best friend's shaking hands. "We can save him," he muttered back, trying his damn hardest not to frame it as a question while wanting the red head to please, please confirm that they could.

Kirishima nodded. "We can."

It was like a sudden weight fell of his shoulders. It wasn't much, but for a second, Bakugou felt like he could breathe just a little bit easier.

"Ok then." Tightening his grip on the familiar warm hands hidden under his own, Bakugou nodded resolutely back at his best friend. Tears still falling down his cheeks and dripping on top of their joined fingers as if in a silent promise. "Let's save Denki.