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I've been reading my journal lately. I just want to revisit the memories I've made here until I go home. It makes me wish that instead of writing about dreams and my feelings that I would have taken more pictures. I could be looking at a photo of me and Kaminari the first day we met on the bus. I knew he would have like that. Or on my birthday I could have taken a picture of all of us at Jiro's parents club and see the drunk look on our sweaty faces. A classic high school experience that I would like to hold on to for many years. I could have taken a picture of Ms Kayama on that day we went out for coffee. She looked lovely that day. I'd love to have a picture of me and Shinso in an empty Creative Writing Club room, some space between the two of us like a yearbook picture. That would be poetic I think. I want a picture of me kissing Toyomitsu's cheek. I think we both would get a good laugh out of that.

And of course I could have taken a picture of me and Bakugou just… doing anything and I'd be happy with that.

I'm going to miss everyone once I'm gone. God, why did I have to meet such amazing people? Why did they have to like and care about me so much? Why couldn't my mother pick a much more mediocre town with average people? I could have lived such a quiet life here for the rest of my days if it was like that. So, what will life be like… After Bakugou Katsuki?

It was another long day of packing for Kirishima. He and others had been slowly helping him gather up his things for a week. But two days before his mother would show up with a moving truck, it was going to have to be much faster. Everyone always thinks they have more time before the due date, but that's a lie all procrastinators tell themselves. Especially when it's something they don't particularly want to do. This was no exception.

Kirishima and Kaminari were in the bedroom, boxing up all his knick-knacks and clothes while Toyomitsu and Shinso boxed up items in the kitchen. They sat on Kirishima's bed as they folded away clothes. Kaminari sighed, holding one of Kirishima's pants in his lap.

"Do you remember that day on the train? When we first met?" Kaminari asked.

"Of course I do. I think about that day often. Feeling nostalgic all of a sudden,eh?" Kirishima asked as he pulled down a Crimson Riot poster from above his bed.

"Well, yeah, I am. Packing up all your stuff brings it up," Kaminari said, sadly. But he smiled anyway, "I think of that day a lot too. It felt like it was going to be such an ordinary morning. When I saw a boy my age wearing a UA uniform, I was so excited. I just knew you'd be a good train buddy and then once you told me you were in 1-A-Boy! Was I happy to know I had made a new friend like you."

Kirishima chuckled as he rolled up the poster and put a rubber band around it, "Really? You just knew we would be friends? See, I thought you'd totally think I was lame and wouldn't want to talk to me again after I went- 'I'm Kirishima Eijiro, nice to meet you!'" Kirishima reacted like that day and held his hand out. He got a laugh from Kaminari who grabbed his hand.

"No, that's when I knew I liked you. So awkward, it was funny. I could tell you were nervous and needed someone like me around you."

Kaminari was completely right in thinking that. If Kaminari was an animal, he'd be a dog. Maybe a Labrador because of how loyal he was. Kaminari was weirdly patient with people. He showed his loyalty by packing up all of Kirishima's things after a suicide attempt. That was unconditional love for sure. Kaminari must like trying to take broken things and trying to show them it's alright to not be perfect. That's why Kirishima was his best friend. That's why Kaminari had a boyfriend who never slept and wanted to be an overachiever and an underachiever at the same time. If Kirishima was an animal, he'd be a sheep. Kirishima gave Kaminari's hand a squeeze.

"I'm going to miss you." Kirishima whispered.

"Ah, don't go on saying things like that. It's not like you're never going to see me again," Kaminari said, "You're going to visit at least once every few months and when it's summertime you're going to bunk with me. Just like we promised. Right?"

"Right, but that doesn't mean I'm going to miss you any less," Kirishima ran his thumb over Kaminari's knuckle, "It's hard… leaving such a good friend like you."

"Oh stop, you'll make me cry again," Kaminari pulled Kirishima in for a hug, rubbing his back, "If you don't want to leave so bad then… why won't you stay?"

Kirishima sighed and closed his eyes. The reason was so obvious, wasn't it?

"There's nothing left for me here, Kaminari. I've told you that already."

"I know, but that doesn't make it hurt any less," The truth never usually did.Kaminari gripped the back of Kirishima's shirt tightly, "You're the type of friend that I thought was going to be around for years… maybe we'll meet again closely like this… maybe I'll somehow be smart enough to get into the university you choose. Maybe we'll bunk in the same dorm."

"It would be hard being your roommate. You're noisy," That got a laugh out of Kaminari, "...Maybe we'd take a few of the same classes."

"Yeah… I just… I thought we'd have more time together before we'd have to act like adults like that,you know? I wish we could be teenagers longer."

Kirishima swallowed, Kaminari's grip was so tight on him he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to. Kirishima ran his hand through Kaminari's hair. Kaminari smelt like rain after a thunderstorm. Crisp and light. They held each other close for a long time, not getting any work done. Kaminari all curled up in Kirishima's lap, feeling tiny and Kirishima big. Kaminari started to cry from thinking about all the memories they could have made together if Kirishima just stayed a little bit longer. All these fantasies running through his head. Kirishima felt bad for putting someone through this type of pain, this type of loneliness that he too had felt before.

"Do you really need to go all because of one guy?" Kaminari asked, quietly, "You could get over that, I just know it."

"It's not just one guy… it's Bakugou, Kaminari."

"I-I know… I know…"

"I love you."

"I-I love you too it's just… it's just going to be tough… not seeing that seat filled on the train in the morning."

At this time, everything was pretty much packed away except for the major items that Kirishima's mother would help put away once she got here. At this time, two in the morning, Kaminari and Shinso were sleeping in Kirishima's empty room. Cuddled closely together after their bellies were filled with pizza and beer and for packing so many ceramic bowls and shirts. Shinso playing with Kaminari's hair late at night while Kaminari drooled on him. It was quite emotional for everyone that day, it took a lot of energy out of the group. Toyomitsu and Kirishima sat on the ground of the living room. Still eating while watching late-night television and listening to music quietly. Tuning out both. Toyomitsu was on his fourth slice of pepperoni pizza, Kirishima had finished his two slices and was now smoking a cigarette. He tapped ash into a solo cup.

"I should quit smoking soon," Kirishima sighed, "My mom would be upset if I did it around her."

"You're a mama's boy, aren't you, Kirishima?" Toyomitsu said before swallowing.

"Don't talk with your mouthful. It's not polite and it's gross. My dad used to smoke all the time and I could tell it bothered her," Kirishima inhaled, "But he looked so grown up doing it… I think I'm just a 'parent boy'. I like my parents a lot."

Toyomitsu chuckled. He shook his head, "You're a good kid, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's what every adult says to me. It gets annoying sometimes," Kirishima looked over at Toyomitsu, "Do you think… If I was a little older, you'd treat me… Differently?"

"Differently… Hmm… No, I don't think so. I'm pretty sure I'd treat you how I've been treating you. Do you not like how I treat you?"

"I wasn't saying that," Kirishima said and stubbed out his cigarette, "...Well, maybe it is what I'm saying."

"Oh yeah?" Toyomitsu smirked, "How would you like me to treat you then?"

Kirishima clicked his tongue and placed his hand on his cheek, tilting his head, "Like you're interested in me…"

"There ain't too many people I'd help move just to get a pizza to myself."

"I highly doubt that."

"Good observation, kid."

Kirishima smiles and shook his head, "I just wish I lived a little more while I was here. I should have gone to more events Kaminari invited me to. I should have waited longer to be in a relationship… maybe then I wouldn't be so heartbroken and have to leave so soon. I wish I would have met someone like you sooner."

"You know, for someone like you," Toyomitsu wiped his hands on his pants and scooted beside Kirishima. He was so much broader than Kirishima, "I bet if you called your mom right now, and told her you changed your mind about moving. I bet you she would let you do that. You wanna try? I'll tell you what to say to make it easier."

"That's a funny joke."

"I'm being serious."

"Youwe not very good at acting seriously."

"Try it."

"No, I have to go."

"No, you don't."

Toyomitsu grabbed Kirishima by the shoulders. Gently, not in a get-yourself-together kind of way. Where the grip is harsh and hands are shaky.

"You have to go because you say you have to," Toyomitsu leaned in close, eye level with Kirishima, "Kirishima, I saw you do something terrible to yourself. And the fact that you still have friends close to you, who still want to know you after something like that means that there's a place for you here. That you have a much higher calling than you think you do."

"Toyomitsu…" Kirishima slowly crept his hand on Toyomitsu's thigh without him noticing.

Kirishima bit his bottom lip. Watching as Toyomitsu continued to speak. How his blonde strands would sway as his big mouth would open and close. He had such white teeth. He truly did wish that there was some way he could have known Toyomitsu earlier. Maybe somehow Kirishima would be able to grind him down and have some short lived, pleasant relationship together and afterwards a friendship. Kirishima pulled on Toyomitsu's pant leg until his conversation ended.

"But you say you have to leave because of Bakugou. This high school guy that you'll probably laugh about someday from feeling like this. Kirishima I think you're making a big mistake here."

Kirishima swallowed and turned his head to the side. No one got Bakugou like how Kirishima did. That was the hardest part about explaining this sudden leave.

"Yeah, well… if it is then I just have to live with that mistake for once and try not to kill myself over it." Kirishima chuckled.

"That's not funny."

"I know."

Toyomitsu sighed and pulled his hands away from Kirishima's shoulders. He grabbed for Kirishima's pack of cigarettes and popped on into his mouth. He lit it and afterwards put his arm around Kirishima's lower back. Why did he have to do things like that? Was it funny for him to casually flirt with someone he didn't want to be with like that? It was a lovely annoyance in Kirishima's life. Toyomitsu exhaled heavily.

"You know, there's this vast ocean. And in that ocean are many many fish. So many fish that we haven't even discovered every species in the ocean as human beings," Toyomitsu's hand extended in front of him, visually trying to show Kirishima the sea cliche, "And if you catch one of those fishes and they just get away, guess what? There's so many more to choose from! They'll come and go but one day, you find a fish that wants to be caught. And that'll be your fish."

Kirishima rolled his eyes and moved into Toyomitsu's side. Toyomitsu pulled him in. What an awful man he wasn't trying to be.

"Guess I like fish that aren't that into me," Kirishima said and moved his hand up Toyomitsu's thigh, unnoticed, "Toyomitsu, did you not want to kiss me because you just really didn't like me that way?"

"I told you, a man like me has morals to stick to."

What a shit job he was doing at that. But when you're a grown up you can be a hypocrite.

"Tell me the truth… stop talking to me like I'm a baby. Stop telling me all these speeches and shit and just talk to me like I'm a man too," Kirishima's brows furrowed as he looked at Toyomitsu, "Just tell me what you were really thinking that night you saw me. And how that made you be here right now."

Toyomitsu's face lowered from his jolly look to one of somber. Because he knew that now he was in trouble. And if he didn't say what needed to be said, nothing good would come from this night. Not with someone like Kirishima. He took another drag of the cigarette and readjusted himself on the ground.

"You looked sad. I saw how Kaminari was talking your ear off and how you just didn't care. When you get to be my age, you realize when people are talking to others and not listening it's because they're thinking about something else. And my god, you looked like you were thinking hard," Toyomitsu chuckled as he tapped off the ash. His voice sounded like molasses, "I told the bartender to order you another drink on me… honestly I didn't get a good look at you until you turned around and that's when I knew you were so young."

"And? Once I sat next to you, what were you thinking?"

"Heh! I think this will get a tickle out of you. Once I saw you I kept telling myself 'Jesus Christ he's just a boy!' Over and over in my head while you sat by me."

Kirishima huffed, "Why would that make me laugh?"

"Because I was telling myself that so I wouldn't get too handsy with you," Toyomitsu smiled and rubbed the back of his neck as he stubbed out his cigarette, "I liked talking with you that night. I liked that you wanted to kiss me. I liked how you let me dye your hair and that you fell asleep with me on my couch after we drank more. I do like you, Kirishima. That's why it's kind of hard to know you're leaving. I just met you… I wish I would have seen more of you… and I hope somehow you'll change your mind," Toyomitsu stretched his arms above his head, "But you're old enough to know what to do. And you're so damn stubborn anyway-"

In this moment of weakness, Kirishima put his hands on Toyomitsu's chest. Getting in his lap and pressing his lips to Toyomitsu's. It surprised him, so Toyomitsu didn't push him off straight away, but his eyes stayed wide open as Kirishima pulled on the collar of his plain shirt. Kirishima's cheeks weren't pink, that's how he knew he was into the idea of being with someone like Toyomitsu. But that person would never make him feel like how Bakugou made him feel. He liked how rough Toyomitsu's lips were, how they had been kissed many times so one more wouldn't hurt. Finally, Toyomitsu pulled Kirishima away from him, the two lightly breathing out.

"I had to do that. I had to kiss another person before I go." Kirishima muttered.

"Okay…" Toyomitsu felt almost speechless.

"I want to do it again."

"Oh-uh!"

Kirishima places his hands on Toyomitsu's jawline. For once he felt like the predator, and he had just caught his prey. This was how it felt to grow up, to take control over things that weren't for yourself but for other people. It was to change others. But Kirishima was better than an adult, because he could look at himself and others around him. Kirishima kissed him again. He pushed Toyomitsu's to the ground which wasn't as hard as he thought it would be. At this point, Toyomitsu was like marshmallow fluff. He kept his hands hovering by Kirishima's hips which aggravated the boy something fierce. Kirishima moved his lips to Toyomitsu's neck and left little kisses on his skin. He rubbed his hands over Toyomitsu's chest and down his stomach.

"It feels good, right?"

"K-Kirishima-"

"Aren't you mad at yourself that you didn't do it first? I know I am."

"Kirishima, we need to stop."

"Or what?" Kirishima asked, now feeling Toyomitsu's hands on his hips, "You might enjoy yourself? I used to do the same thing. Stop your good guy act already and give in. You said you liked me, right?"

Kirishima pressed his body against Toyomitsu's, the blonde grunted. He felt ashamed that he did so, but he wasn't doing much to make Kirishima stop. Kirishima rocked his hips against Toyomitsu's.The size difference of his bulge against Kirishima's felt unimaginable, but he only had one other person to compare to. Toyomitsu arched his back as Kirishima nibbled on his collar bone, slowly moving his hand down Toyomitsu's stomach to his sweatpants. Toyomitsu grabbed Kirishima's wrist quickly and caught his breath.

"Doing this with me won't make you stay." Toyomitsu breathes out.

Kirishima stopped moving and blinked his eyes, "I… I know that, that's not why-"

Toyomitsu began to sit up, keeping his hands around Kirishima's waist. It's like Kirishima didn't have any muscle and that he weighed nothing to Toyomitu. He looked deeply into Kirishima's eyes. There was no way of getting out of this by kissing him again. Nothing would be fixed by kisses like Kirishima thought.

"It's not going to change any of the choices that you've made before."

"Hey stop-"

Toyomitsu put his hand on Kirishima's cheek.

"And it's not going to make you forget about him, Eijiro."

Kirishima breathed out heavily through his nose a few times. He didn't know if he wanted to punch Toyomitsu and yell at him because of his rejection. Or if he wanted to sob and spill his guts. That all seemed like too much energy. Kirishima closed his eyes and buried his head in Toyomitu's chest. He let out an odor of pizza grease and left over cologne.

"You're right… you are too old for me. I hate how you know just what to say."

"It's not like I haven't been in a situation like this before."

"If I were you- if I were anyone who knew me- I would never know what to do with me."

Toyomitsu rubbed Kirishima's back in a soothing motion, then soon pulling him in for a well needed hug. Kirishima wrapped his arms around him and gripped his shirt tightly.

"You're a good kid, that's why," Toyomitsu said, "You sure you don't want to give your mom a call? Tell her you're staying? I'll let you kiss me again if you do."

Kirishima laughed at Toyomitsu's joke and punched his stomach.

"Shut up. You're so stupid."

"And you're mean. Saying something like that after attacking me."

"You didn't put up much of a fight."

"Yeah, I guess that makes us both mean."

"Stop talking and just hold me like I'm leaving tomorrow."

"You practically are."

"Stop. Talking."

Toyomitsu chuckled, "Aye, aye, kiddo."

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