Kirishima was in the lobby of the hospital ordering coffee for himself and the handful of other visitors when a blur of disgruntled blonde hair passed through his peripheral vision. He whipped his head around as he held out some cash to the barista and his jaw nearly dropped, "Bakugo?"

The blonde didn't slow down until he approached the hospital desk. "I'm looking for Uravity's room."

"Oi!" Kirishima called as he waited for the barista to give him his change, "Bakugo!" He waved as the blonde tried to ignore him. "Oi! If you'll help me carry these, I'll show you where she is!"

"Ignore him," Bakugo muttered to the nurse manning the front desk of the hospital.

"Hey," Kirishima jogged across the lobby to meet his friend, "I'm so happy to see you, man!" He clapped Bakugo on the back and grinned. "Everyone's upstairs. Want to just tag along with me?"

Bakugo grimaced at the cheerful attitude from Kirishima, "The fuck are you so hyped about?"

"You!" Kirishima gestured to the blonde. "You're here! I honestly didn't think you'd show up!"

Bakugo gave Kirishima the most flat expression he could muster, "If I'm so unwanted then I guess I'll just fucking leave." The blonde had a sour taste in his mouth as he turned back toward the doors.

"No!" Kirishima snatched his friend by the bicep and yanked him back, "That's not what I meant, dude. I'm just really happy you're here." He jutted his thumb toward the pop-up coffee shop, "Want one? I'm buying."

Bakugo was feeling impatient. He didn't come here to hang out with the others, he came to see how Uraraka was doing and that's it. "Fuck off. What floor is she on?"

The nurse working the station cut in with an antsy smile, "Sixteen, sir. But she's not accepting any visitors at this time."

The blonde blinked dumbly, "She's awake?"

"No," Kirishima shook his head softly, "Well, to be honest, we don't know anything at all. The doctors won't say anything to us about it."

Bakugo grunted before shaking his arm out of Kirishima's grip, "Whatever."

"Come on," Kirishima nudged the blonde with his elbow, "Help a man out, would ya? I can't carry all those drinks by myself."

"That's shitty," Bakugo replied harshly and turned toward the elevators.

"I'll make you a deal," Kirishima shot back, "I'll make sure everyone leaves you alone if you help."

Bakugo's ears perked a little and he stopped. It was a tempting offer. "Fuck," He breathed and turned back to his nusience of a friend, "Hurry the fuck up, Kirishima."

Kirishima couldn't stop the gentle grin on his lips. Bakugo seemed… normal-ish. It was refreshing to see the blonde's regular scowl and to hear the f-word used in it's typical Bakugo context. When he saw his partner at work the day before, the story had been entirely different. It had been clear that Bakugo was blaming himself for Uraraka's circumstance and he seemed intent on working himself to death. But the blonde had finally showered and gotten some much-needed rest. Kirishima knew that cranky Bakugo was better than pitiful Bakugo and whatever had happened since the last time they saw each other, Kirishima was grateful for it.

The red-head guided his grouchy friend across the lobby to the coffee shop and nodded at the barista who was slaving over the large order Kirishima had placed minutes before, "Could you add another? Just a black coffee." He turned toward Bakugo to see the blonde frowning, "It's the least I can do, man."

"Yeah whatever," Bakugo clenched his teeth and glanced at the elevators, "What's up with roundface?"

Kirishima shrugged, "I'll be honest with you, I don't know. Nobody does."

Bakugo didn't reply. It was an odd feeling to be in the hospital after everything that had happened. A part of him felt antsy and another part of him felt relieved. But he was still nervous as hell. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. Sit around and wait? His chest twisted painfully as he pictured Uraraka in a hospital bed, fighting for her life. He briefly wondered if he should have brought something for her.

"I'm just glad you're here," Kirishima nodded a thanks to the barista as she offered him the first set of coffees in a cup holder, "Take these, would you?" He passed off the drinks to the grouchy blonde. "Uraraka will be happy to see you when she wakes up."

Bakugo frowned at the coffee in his hands, "If she wakes up." The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them. He ducked his head a bit and looked away in shame, mentally kicking himself for the slip-up.

"Dude," Kirishima stopped trying to organize the next cup holder and turned to his friend, "She's going to wake up." He tried to catch Bakugo's gaze but the blonde was dodging expertly, "And you really, really need to stop blaming yourself."

"I didn't get the fucking job done," Bakugo shook his head softly and turned his back to Kirishima. "It's fucking bullshit."

Kirishima stood back for a moment and sighed, his mind trying to scrounge up something to encourage the frustrated blonde, "Bakugo, you know I'd never lie to you. This is not your fault. Uraraka is going to be fine, I'm sure of it. She's not going to hate you for letting Viper get away either. She'll just be happy that you're alright and that she gets a chance to get some payback on Viper herself. Don't start thinking about her the same way Deku does. She's tough and all she wants is individuality. She'll be happy to see you."

Bakugo stood with his back to Kirishima for a long time as he thought over Kirishima's comments. That fucking hair-brained moron was a damn good friend and Bakugo could almost punch him for it. Kirishima always knew the right thing to say that got him to see things from a new perspective and while the red-head's advice always came unwarranted, Bakugo found himself taking it more than he cared to admit.

Kirishima stared at Bakugo's back for another minute before he returned to stacking the remaining coffees on his cup holder. He had said the words that the blonde needed to hear. Now all he could do was hope that they resonated. "Let's hurry up. Mina's going to wake up from her nap any minute and she'll be cranky as shit until she gets coffee in her system."

Bakugo huffed away the doubt in his mind before he turned back to the redhead only to find a coffee cup being held out to him.

"For you," Kirishima nodded. "You look like you need it, dude. Your bedhead says it all."

"Fuck you," Bakugo snarled and snatched the piping cup from the idiot standing in front of him. "I didn't come here to listen to you fucking bitch about how I look."

"There he is," Kirishima smirked and nodded toward the elevators as he balanced two coffee trays in his hands. "Floor sixteen. Hurry it up, bedhead."

Bakugo was almost taken aback, "Keep that shit up, dipshit. See where it gets you."

"Aw," Kirishima cackled as he began to lead the way across the hospital lobby, "Bakugo doesn't like his new nickname? Do you prefer sleeping beauty?"

Bakugo felt his grip on the coffee tray in his hand tighten and the coffees tilted inward, "Last warning, Kirishima." His red eyes glowered at the jovial expression Kirishima was wearing.

"Yeah, whatever." Kirishima elbowed the button for the elevator. "So listen, before we get up there, I should probably let you know that Deku is here."

Bakugo had expected to see that fucking idiot at the hospital so he simply didn't respond to Kirishima's heads-up. Truthfully, the blonde hadn't really figured out what he was going to do when he saw Deku. The majority of him wanted to essentially strangle the guy and another part of him wanted to discount him to a fleck of lint that wasn't worth wasting breath on. It was a game of mental tug-of-war that would be decided on first look.

"I strongly advise not causing a scene," Kirishima followed Bakugo into the elevator and eyed the blonde warily. "Uraraka's parents are here and I don't think that would be the best first impression."

Bakugo was irked at the comment, "The fuck is that supposed to mean?" He turned a hard glare onto the red-head. This guy was pushing his luck way too far today.

"I'm just saying," Kirishima shrugged. "It might be something you want to think about when you see Deku."

Bakugo opened his mouth to demand that his friend clarify his statement but the door to the elevators reopened to a quiet hospital floor. "We're here!" Kirishima grinned and nudged Bakugo forward. "We're down the hall and to the left."

Bakugo closed his mouth and tossed Kirishima a short glare before exiting the elevator and making his way down the hall. When he rounded the corner, he came on a large waiting room. It was dotted with people he knew. Mina was pouting in a chair in the corner, Asui and Toru were playing cards on one of the coffee tables, Jirou and Yaoyorozu were talking with Kaminari near the nurse's station, and Deku was sitting with his knees to his chest in the last chair across the room. The blonde's eyes narrowed when he saw the one-for-all user sitting with his chin resting on his knees. His hand tightened around his cup of black coffee hard enough for the top to pop off and for the cup to cave in, sending hot coffee everywhere.

The entire room looked with surprised expressions to see the blonde standing with dark brown driblets running down his arm and dripping from his clenched fist. His teeth were clashed together and his eyes seemed to promise death as he stared at the man sitting across the room.

"Kacchan," Deku's eyes fell on him and the green-haired man let his feet drop to the floor. "You're here…"

Bakugo shook in place as he stared into the tired eyes of his oldest rival, his intuition telling him to berate Deku for being a piece of shit but the practical part of his mind told him to back off completely. The blonde tore his eyes away and shook his head hard. He couldn't confront Deku like this. He was here for Uraraka. Deku would have to wait and Bakugo would have to pretend that the pitiful moron wasn't there. For Uraraka's sake.

Kirishima awkwardly cleared his throat and went around Bakugo to go further into the room, "We brought coffee!" He placed the trays down and plucked one coffee out to hand to Mina, "This one is for you, grouchy."

Mina's eyes flicked to the coffee and she frowned back at Kirishima, "You're calling me grouchy? Do you see the guy that you brought with you?" She crossed her arms and skewered her mouth into a pout, "He needs it more than I do."

"Trust me," Kirishima chuckled nervously and pressed the coffee cup closer to her, "You definitely need this."

Mina glowered at him but snatched the coffee away, "You know me too well, jerk."

Kirishima retreated from the ominous pinkette before hurrying back toward the blonde. He gently pulled the tray away, saving it from Bakugo's inevitable destruction, and leaned in closer to his friend, "Dude… You're making everyone nervous."

"I don't fucking care," Bakugo breathed out with a thick, angry undertone. "I knew it was a bad idea to come here."

Kirishima turned around to smile at everyone, "Bakugo's had a bit of a rough week, so I think we should all just let him do his thing, huh?"

"You mean sulk?" Mina shot back at him as she sipped her coffee.

Kirishima gave her a warning look, "No," He huffed, "Well, yes. But let's leave him alone for now. He's just trying to offer support to Uraraka, just like the rest of us." His eyes fell on Deku and he softly shook his head, sending a message he hoped Deku would understand.

"Get over here, explody-face," Mina patted the seat beside her. "I saved a seat, just for you."

Kirishima raised his eyebrows at her and mouthed 'What are you doing?'

She shrugged at him, "What?"

Bakugo felt his wash of anger die down as he remembered the Uraraka was nearby and that was the reason he was here. He turned toward a garbage can and went to throw away his now empty and crushed coffee cup before he turned to one of the dumbfounded nurses seated at the nurse's station, "You got any paper towels?"

The nurse stuttered for a moment before shaking her head, "Don't worry about it, I'll just call up a janitor." She rose out of her seat and dialed her phone as she observed the mess.

Bakugo nodded before he dropped down into the first open seat he came across. He avoided looking at any of the other people in the waiting room as he dug out his earbuds and shoved them in his ears. If he was going to be here, he was going to avoid any and all discussion.

Kirishima breathed a huge sigh of relief when he saw the blond take a seat and jam his headphones in. Bakugo always had such a funny way of surprising him. He thought he was going to have to prevent a fight between the blonde and Deku, but perhaps it was his lucky day. He immediately turned back to Mina and gave her a hard look, "Why did you have to be like that?"

Mina shrugged as Kirishima took his seat beside her, "It's better that Bakugo's anger was on me than on Deku over there," She glanced past the red-head to see Deku staring directly at Bakugo. "But you're going to have to tell me how you convinced explosion kill king to actually show up."

Kirishima cocked his head at Mina and frowned, "I didn't do anything. I haven't seen him since yesterday. I don't know why he suddenly decided to show up." He looked over at the scowling blonde, "I ran into him while I was in the lobby."

"Weird," Mina muttered and took a sip of her hot drink. "Well this all just got much more interesting."

"Mina-" Kirishima rolled his eyes at her but didn't get to speak any more than that.

"Shh," The pink girl hushed him, "I know, we're here to support Uraraka, not stir up drama pots. You don't have to tell me. But shut up, we've got one incoming."

Kaminari suddenly dropped into the seat on the other side of Mina, "Thanks for the coffee, Kirishima." He waved the cup a little and leaned in closer, "So… What are you guys whispering about?"

"Nothing," Mina and Kirishima replied together and they glanced at each other.

Kaminari frowned, "Why am I always left out of your guys' little shenanigans? You're so secretive."

Kirishima heaved an annoyed sigh, "Not this again, Kaminari. Mina and I are just talking, that's it."

"Yeah," Kaminari replied with a sarcastic undertone. "I get it, I'm not cool enough to be in on whatever you two are planning. Don't think I don't know that you guys are cooking something up."

"Literally no," Mina turned her bored eyes on the electric blonde, "We're just talking."

Kaminari blinked at them for a minute, "You guys have been super secretive for weeks. What is going on with Bakugo? I know it has something to do with him."

"Don't push it," Kirishima cut in again. "We all know that Bakugo does what Bakugo wants and nothing else will ever persuade him otherwise."

Kaminari harrumphed and leaned back in his chair, "You guys are so lame."

Kirishima was unable to retort before a nurse walked in from the direction of Uraraka's room and knelt down by Deku's chair to whisper to him. Everyone in the room, including Bakugo, watched as the green-haired man's eyes widened and he quickly stood up to follow her.

"What the…" Kaminari furrowed his eyebrows as Deku disappeared down Uraraka's hallway.

Mina and Kirishima immediately locked eyes before they both looked over at the blonde. They expected to see him fuming but he looked completely impassive.

"Is she awake?" Mina heard Kirishima whisper beside her.

"Why else would Deku be going in there?" Mina replied with a low tone.

Kirishima glanced around the room to see that Uraraka's parents were seated in their chairs still and they had seen the interaction take place as well. Uraraka's mother moved to follow him but her husband held her in place, gently shaking his head and whispering something to her. "She has to be." The red-head found the face of his blonde friend once more and he could see the very slight narrowing of his red eyes as he watched Deku disappear down Uraraka's hallway. "You were right, Mina. This did just get a lot more interesting."

Uraraka felt clear-headed when the door to her hospital room opened up. She could hear someone walking in and the door shutting again but she didn't take her eyes off the city in the window. She thought she'd feel more nervous than this.

The sound of a chair dragging on the floor followed the footsteps of her visitor before Deku's face suddenly blocked her view of the afternoon sunshine on Tokyo. She finally allowed herself to look at him and her heart broke at the sight. He looked thoroughly beaten. His t-shirt was wrinkled and stained and his sweats were crumpled. His normally fluffy hair was droopy and knotted up. But the dark circles around his eyes said more than enough for her to know how he was feeling.

"Ochaco..." He breathed as he met her gaze.

She blinked at him for a moment before she looked down at the chair he'd dragged to her bedside, "Can you sit?" Her voice was still hoarse but the pain from speaking had mostly subsided now.

Deku glanced back at the chair and nodded slowly, "Sure." He sat down on the edge of the chair but scooted in closer to her bedside. He glanced over the bandages peeking out from behind her hospital gown and the cast over her left arm. "How are you feeling?"

"I suppose I could be worse," She murmured as she let her head relax more on the pillow propping her upright. "But everything hurts." She cast a sideways glance at the IV hooked to her arm, "I'm just grateful to be alive."

Deku gulped nervously, "I am so, so happy that you're alright." He reached his hand up to cup it over the top of her left hand. "I was so worried about you. We all were."

"Well," Uraraka tried to clear her throat but found the action too painful, "I'm alive." She took a shaky breath before meeting Deku's somber gaze again. "That's what matters."

Deku lightly squeezed her hand, "I just…" He looked down at his hand covering hers, "I am so sorry." He dropped his head. "I am so terribly sorry, Ochaco. For everything." He looked up again with teary eyes and found hers staring back at him with an empty expression. "I'm so sorry for everything. You were right. We should have moved to Tokyo years ago. I never should have gone to America, I should have stayed with you!" He squeezed her hand again. "I was so wrong to doubt you and worry about you all the time." He shook his head and looked down at the floor.

"Deku," Uraraka tried to utter with a dry voice but his apology wasn't over.

"I am such a huge idiot. I didn't listen to you and I am the worst boyfriend in the world." He clenched his other fist tightly where it rested on his knee, "I accused you of things that were unfair and I didn't trust you." His clenched fist went to grab onto his messy hair, "I wish I could take it all back. I would do it in a heartbeat. I want to make this up to you." He finally looked up to meet her gaze again, "I have to make this up to you. I can't…" His voice broke, "I can't lose you. Now that I know what it feels like… I can't… I can't do it."

"Deku…" Uraraka said the words so softly that they seemed to float away, tears pricking her eyes.

Deku brought his other hand up to hold her left hand in both of his, "I love you, Ochaco." His eyes gleamed with sincerity, "I am so in love with you and I was blinded by my own…" He seemed to search for the word, "Idiocy. I was too stupid to realize that out of everything I want, you're the most important person in the world to me." He squeezed her hand in his warm and clammy palms, "Please… Please forgive me."

Uraraka breathed out shakily and licked her lips, "I forgive you."

A long moment passed as Deku seemed to let the words wash over him. His grip on her hand loosened and his face relaxed, the hard lines that had been drawn on them over the last five days finally seemed to finally smooth out. "I…" He couldn't find the words he wanted to say. "Thank you. I won't let you down again, I swear. I'll be better." He sniffed hard and tried to shake away his tears.

"Deku," Uraraka swallowed hard, trying to clear away the lump in her throat. "I think you need to go back to America." A tear slipped from her eye and slid quickly down her cheek. "I-" She choked on a sob she wasn't expecting and the pain in her chest caused her to tense, forcing her to snap her eyes closed as she rode it out.

The relief on Deku's face was gone in a split second as he suddenly realized that she was trying to say something that was meant to upset him. "What?" He shook his head, "No, I'm staying here with you. I'm not going to leave Tokyo again. I already-"

"Izuku." Uraraka found her voice again and focused her eyes on him again as she forced the physical pain from her mind. "You have to go. I'm-" Another wave of pain hit her chest and she felt the urge to cough but she fought it off to spare herself the agony of it. "I'm telling you to go." The words came out with more bite than she intended.

A very long moment of silence followed as he blinked away tears. "What are you saying?"

Uraraka released a wheezy breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, "Ever since you left for America, things have been… different." She slowly began to pull her hand away from his. "We can't pretend that things haven't changed. We need to be honest about this." She released her hand from his hold, "I have to be honest about it. About us."

Midoriya watched as she painfully adjusted her arm in it's cast so it sat on top of her lap, now a few inches away from where his hands once held hers. A hiccup was building in his throat and he felt what was coming next so he intervened, "I know that things have been so hard and that's my fault. I admit it," He brought his eyes back up to her teary gaze, "But I am done putting us on hold. I want you to do everything you want to do and I'll support you. I will never second-guess you again." He let his hands drop to his own lap, "I know I've messed up a lot and I haven't been putting in as much effort as you have but I can change that." His gaze matched his pleading tone, "Please Ochaco. Please let me at least show you that I can change."

"I know you too well, Izuku," Uraraka tilted her head a bit and she spoke softly with a lightly quivering lip. "You've been my hero so many times. You have never treated me poorly, I know that. You've only done what you thought was right and I can't tell you how much you mean to me." She looked down at her broken body as she felt her body preparing to cry, "But I want to be my own hero too."

"Ochaco." Midoriya shook his head and spoke before she could continue. "You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. You inspire me every day. You're my everything." He stood up because he couldn't take this sitting down anymore, "You are considerate, generous, and beautiful in every possible way." He moved to stand directly beside her, "I have fallen in love with you over and over again. Please," He placed his fingertips on the edge of the mattress and bowed his head solemnly, "Please don't do this. I love you."

Uraraka felt tears drip down her face but she didn't care about them. She reached her good arm across her body and placed her hand over the top of his, "Izuku," She coaxed his bleary eyes out from behind his hair, "I will always hold a special place in my heart for you. For us." She grit her teeth as she felt a sob in her chest, "But-" She blubbered for a beat as she tried to get the words out of her mouth, "I think it's time that you go back to America."

Her words hit him hard and he immediately broke down. He slowly dropped his knees to the floor and rested his arms on the mattress to hide his face as he cried. "Ochaco… Please."

Uraraka couldn't stop the tears from falling either and all she could do was knot her fingers in his hair comfortingly, "I am so sorry."

They stayed like that for a long time, her fingers in his hair and his entire body trembling with grief as they cried together. Both silently reminiscing on their happiest moments together and the taste of their tears only grew more bittersweet as they felt the other's pain.

It felt like hours had passed before Deku reached up to his hair to retrieve her hand and grip it tightly in his. He lifted his head to look at her through his teary eyes and he sniffed his stuffy nose, "So that's it then? After everything, you want to call it quits?"

All Uraraka could do was nod as her frown trembled sadly. Her heart broke all over again when she saw the look on his face. Izuku Midoriya was an amazing man and she knew that. She'd shared so much of her life with him up to this point but she couldn't argue with her heart any longer. She wasn't happy with him anymore. She wanted more out of her life and if that meant that she had to go at life alone, then she needed to do it. Despite how much she repeated that sentiment in her mind, it still didn't make her feel like any less of a horrible person for breaking this man's heart and hating herself a little for doing it. "It's over."

A fresh wave of tears sprouted from Midoriya's eyes as he shakily got to his feet, "I just want you to know something." He looked down at his hands as he played with her fingers gently, "No matter what happens after today…" He gulped and tried to speak with an even tone, "Even if we never see each other again," He brought his gaze back up to meet hers, "I will never, never stop trying to win you back, Ochaco." He gripped her fingers tightly. "I will always love you. No one will ever hope to match you."

Ochaco finally let loose the sob she'd been painfully holding in her chest. The excruciating pain didn't even register with her. The pain in her heart won out. "I love you too." She gripped his hand in return, "And I'm sorry, Izuku. I'm so sorry."

"You don't have to say it," He slowly placed her hand down on the mattress. "I know that you don't love me the same way anymore." He let her go and took a small step forward. "But maybe one day, I can change your mind." He leaned over the bed and pressed his lips against her forehead in the gentlest possible way. "I'll be your hero whenever you need me." He held his lips to her head for a long moment, letting his shaking hand brush the hair on the side of her head gently before he stood back, nodded one last time at her, and turned to leave. "Goodbye Ochaco." He reached the door and glanced back at her.

"Goodbye Izuku," She sputtered back weakly and she watched as he stared at her for a few more seconds before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.

The moment the door clicked shut, she wept. Her chest hurt horribly but she couldn't stop the sobs. She brought her good hand up to her face to wipe away the heavy tears and the snot from her nose, but no matter how many times she tried, they never dried. Her heart seemed to break over and over again as she grappled with the reality of what she had just done.

It felt like the loneliest day of her life and when her gaze went back to the window, she found no more hope or joy in the view. It seemed so bleak and grey. No amount of sunshine would bring a smile to Uraraka's face today.

"Ochaco?" A small voice whispered.

She turned to see the door had been cracked open and a fresh wave of tears burst from her eyes when she saw who her new visitor was, "Mom." She wailed softly and shook her head as the tears fell.

"Oh Ochaco…" Her mother cooed and slipped into the room, her husband following behind quietly. "Honey…" She shut the door and ran to the bedside. "Tell me what's wrong," The older woman was also bawling by the time she reached her daughter. "I am just so happy to see you awake and alright."

"Mom," Ochaco openly wailed openly now as she thrust her head back into the pillow. "I just-" She hiccuped a few times.

"You don't have to say it," Uraraka's father nodded at her, a tear of his own in his eye as he softly brushed her tear-wet hair from her cheeks. "We know and we're here for you, no matter what."

"I love you guys," Uraraka smiled sadly at her father and mother. "I just love you guys so much."

Bakugo hadn't taken his eyes off the hallway entrance for even a moment since Deku had disappeared down it. Uraraka's parents were hovering around the same area and they anxiously glanced down the hallway many times. Kirishima and the others were animatedly whispering to each other but Bakugo couldn't hear anything they were saying as music played through his earbuds.

The blonde didn't want to admit to himself but he was nervous. His heart had gone into overdrive as the minutes ticked by agonizingly and he found himself passing his phone from one hand to the other as he leaned his elbows on his knees. He wasn't entirely sure what to think about Deku disappearing down the hallway yet but he was sure his assumptions were correct.

Uraraka was awake. She had to be.

Time seemed to slow to a grinding halt as the entire room waited on Deku's return. Bakugo wasn't sure how he felt about Deku being the first one to see her but he didn't spend much time on the thought. Uraraka is her own damn woman and if Deku was the one she wanted to see first, then it's none of his fucking business. But it bothered him.

Bakugo subconsciously clenched his jaw as he felt everyone in the room, including himself, grow more and more antsy as the minutes ticked by. It had been nearly an hour now and there was no change. The blonde was tossing around the idea of barging in but that thought was quickly dismissed when he noticed Uraraka's parents' nervousness turn to shock.

Izuku Midoriya emerged from the hallway and Bakugo watched with narrowed red eyes as the green-haired moron bowed to Uraraka's parents. The first thing that the blonde noticed about Deku was the mess on his face. He had been crying hard and his cheeks shone with undried tears. Bakugo's normally impassive expression almost changed to one of interest but he caught himself before that mistake could be made.

Deku held his bow for a considerably long moment, saying words that Bakugo couldn't hear. When he stood upright, Uraraka's father reached a hand out and Deku took it with a pathetic nod. The older man said something that was clearly meant to be encouraging before they slowly departed and entered the hallway, leaving Deku to stand alone in front of the nurse's station.

Every one of Deku's former classmates' eyes were on him now, Bakugo's included. They all waited to see what would happen and for a very long moment, nothing did. It took quite a while for Deku to move again and he slowly turned toward the nearest wall. There was a crackle of green lighting as the all-for-one user made a move to punch the wall but stopped himself at the last moment, his fist hovering a breath away from the hospital wall.

The entire room was silent as they watched Deku's moment of weakness. In that moment, everyone understood what had transpired. Uraraka had broken things off with him and nobody knew how to help or approach the broken-hearted man standing in the waiting room. But Bakugo had no intention of comforting him. In fact, the blonde couldn't bring himself to pity the fucking bastard. In his mind, Deku had that coming for months. However, that didn't make watching Deku come unglued satisfying in any context. It was strange for Bakugo to see the normally smiley and composed man he'd known since his childhood lose his cool.

Midoriya faced the wall for a while, his fist quivered helplessly as it hung in the air. A noisy song occupied Bakugo's ears, but the imagination of Deku's sniffles were almost enough to drown out the sounds playing in his earbuds.

Bakugo was almost ready to relax and let it go when Deku spun around and looked directly at the blonde. Bakugo felt a spike of confusion as the green-haired man walked his way. He didn't bother removing the earbuds until Deku was standing directly in front of him, his watery eyes looking down at the blonde.

"The fuck-" Bakugo began with a flat tone but he didn't get the chance to finish before Deku interrupted.

"Can I talk to you?" He glanced at the spectators around the room. "In private. Outside."

The blonde sat back in his chair and gave the all-for-one user an impassive expression but his red eyes gave him away. They sent a warning to the other man that was requesting an audience. Bakugo wouldn't lie, he was mildly curious what the other man wanted. "I'm a little busy right now," He lifted one of the earbuds back to his ears.

"I'm not messing around, Kacchan," Deku moved his hand with lightning speed to knock Bakugo's earbud out of his grip. "You owe me at least one conversation." The look in Deku's eyes matched the warning in Bakugo's now.

Bakugo met that gaze and held it as he evaluated the other man's emotional state. There were a lot of ways this conversation could go and none of them were good. However, if Bakugo knew anything about Deku, it was not to fuck with him when he was emotional. "Fuck," Bakugo grumbled half-incoherently. "Fine." He stood up and gruffly shoved his way past Deku. "Make it quick. I got better things to do."

Deku followed the blonde to the elevators and the two men rode in silence down to the lobby. When they finally exited the building, Deku took the lead and went off to the side of the hospital, out of the view of the people coming and going.

Bakugo tucked his hands in his pockets and leaned up against the side of the building. When he finally lifted his bored red eyes to the emotional mess of a man that had called him out there, he noticed that Deku was hardly keeping it together anymore. "So Deku," He spat the name with the necessary disdain it usually held, "What do you want?"

Oh boy.

Deku had a bad day, didn't he? Poor guy. I feel bad for him. But, I hope you enjoyed the read! It took me a long time to write that scene between him and Uraraka but I had SO MUCH FUN writing the banter between Kirishima and Bakugo! I miss their friendship and I'm excited for the coming chapters so I can write some more of it!

So I am moving the updates for this fic to Fridays and I'm gonna call it Fanfiction Friday so you remember! As always, I respond to all the reviews on my profile page so you should go check it out if you left a review on the last chapter! But DAMN people, let me just say THANK YOU for leaving THIRTY-TWO reviews on chapter 19! I am just so amazing and I feel so blessed to have all of you here reading week-to-week. You guys are amazing!

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That just about wraps it up for this week and I am so grateful to all of you that not only leave reviews, but fav and follow as well. You guys are so wonderful and I am so privileged to write for you guys. Chapter 21 is now officially a work in progress and I will see you all next week for Fanfiction Friday! I love you guys!

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