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2.5

So this is it. This is the end of a chapter in my life. I'm sad to see it close but that's just how these things go. They end as quickly as they began. But I have loved this life I've made here and I know those things won't end because I'm not here. Here is where I would love to be… it's just too close to him… and he was here first so I can't take that away from him on my mistakes. He was right, I got too close when all the red flags were up and now here I am, hurt and confused on why it wouldn't work out for us. I asked too many things when I should have just enjoyed the time we had together just like he had. I regret that. It's just how I think. I hope he can become happy again when I'm not here. Maybe he'll be able to strengthen those old relationships he once had. Be friends again with Midoriya, with Shinso, and Kaminari. Not just find another stranger and break their heart because he may not mean it but that's just what will happen. I think he's over that anyway. I want him to grow more, just as I have. And hopefully not wilt, like I have. So I guess this is goodbye. How terrifying all of this is. To go back to a place that sent me here. Once again, I will be alone and afraid.

So things were packed, all gone in little boxes and away in a truck that wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. The sofa with beer stains and cherry burn marks now curled up in the back of a haul along with all the other "too-big" items. Kaminari, Kirishima, and his mother put away all the cardboard boxes, fitting all the squares perfectly while Shinso and Toyomitsu hauled away the bigger things like mattresses and tables. It was all a lot of work. In the cool breeze of things they all felt extremely warm. But everyone was willing to help until the last moment they could.

"My goodness, you guys have been a big help. You sure I can't do anything for you boys? Give you some money for your time or any thing?" Kirishima's mother asked, wiping sweat from her forehead.

"No, ma'am. We just wanted to help Kirishima out is all." Kaminari said, placing a box in the truck.

"Such sweet boys. Thank you for helping me and my boy."

"We should have ordered something earlier, I'm starving." Kirishima groaned and stacked a box on top of another.

"Your father is making a big dinner for us when you come back. He told me to make sure you brought your appetite."

"Was that why he didn't come to help with all the heavy lifting?" Kirishima asked as he shoved the last box that was on the ground into the back.

She laughed and gave her son a big slap on the shoulder, "You know he has a bad back and with all these young men around he'd want to show off. Can't have him throwing out his back just to impress your friends with how strong he is."

"Yeah yeah, I know," Kirishima worked out his shoulder, "It's a bit strange how he's moved back in though."

"Well, I needed company while you were gone… I don't know it just sort of happened and it's working out well. Don't think you're going to hear any wedding bells soon though, baby."

Kaminari chuckled, and put the jacket that was around his waist back on his arms, "I think it's cute how you've gotten back together with him, Ms. Kirishima."

"Ah, you have a good head on your shoulders, Kaminari. I like you."

That made Kaminari happy as he and Shinso pulled down the back of the haul. Kirishima's mother had an athletic build with short black hair that went to her shoulders. She was smaller than her son and the same set of chompers he had. So Kaminari could only assume what his father looked like. Kirishima must have gotten his height from him and how broad he was. His mother had blue eyes so that must have meant the bright red irises came from Kirishima's father and his deep voice from him as well. Maybe he too was just as sensitive and easily overwhelmed.

"I'm not mad about it. I'm actually pretty happy to see him more often now. I've missed Pops." Kirishima said.

"Well, if we leave soon you'll have plenty of time to see him tonight. And the day after that and the day after that, " She grinned and gave her son a sudden hug, "It'll be good to see you often again too you know?"

"Alright, everything all loaded and ready to go," Shinso said and put his hands on his hips, "Good thing we got done sooner than we thought. Kaminari and I still have some alone time till my parents get home."

"Heh, you pervert." Kirishima said.

"Yeah, we should get going," Kaminari looked over at Kirishima and swallowed, "You… better get going."

"I guess this is goodbye now, eh Eijiro?" Shinso said

Shinso held out his hand. Kirishima moved away from his mother and took his hand, shaking it tightly. Yes, Shinso was going to miss Kirishima deeply.

"Yeah… yeah I guess this is," Kirishima muttered, "I have something for you."

Kirishima went over to the steps of his apartment building and picked up his journal. He made sure to leave it out, a long with his school bag and opened it to the last page. Ripping it out and folding it over multiple times before handing it to Shinso.

"Don't read it until I go, okay? Make sure everyone sees it though."

"Will do, Vice President. God, now I'm going to have to find another Vice President. Damn, I'm so mad that that's suddenly hitting me now."

"I know you can do it, you just have to put your back into it," he pat Shinso on the shoulder before looking over at Kaminari who's eyes looked wet. Kirishima opened his arms towards him, "Come on."

Kaminari raced over towards Kirishima and hugged him like he wasn't going to let go. Gripping the back of his shirt and nuzzling in the open part of his neck. Both of their eyes closed as they held each other.

"I'll miss you," Kaminari whispered, "Please come by as often as you can."

"I will, I will. Don't forget, I'm staying with you in the summer, airhead."

Kaminari chuckled sadly and nodded, "I won't. I remember."

Kirishima hummed and took a good look at his friend as he pulled away and how hard it was going to be to come across another Kaminari. This truly was a good area for friends. The couple waved. Said goodbye to Kirishima's mother. They wished they could have met her sooner, and on a different basis, she seemed like a lovely woman. They left in Shinso's mothers car, sending last goodbyes and kisses to Kirishima as they drove off. Toyomitsu was away from the fleeting group. He tried not to make too much conversation while Kirishima's mother was around. It was strange enough to be a grown man amongst teenagers, it would be worse if somehow the mother of one of those teenagers knew that they had kissed. And that both of them enjoyed that. Kirishima lingered away from his mother toward him. She went to the truck, pretending to do some last minute things so Kirishima would be able to privately say goodbye to his friend. Kirishima had his hands behind his back as he looked at Toyomitsu, smiling. Toyomitsu rubbed the back of his neck and nervously giggled at the way he was being eyed.

"What?" He asked

"Nothing. What about you?"

"... Nothing?"

"No goodbye kiss?" Kirishima suddenly said.

"Ha-what?! No way!" Toyomitsu said, flustered and made an X out of his fingers, "Not in fro-"

Kirishima laughed and waved his hand, "I'm kidding, just kidding. I wouldn't kiss you while my mother is here. But a hug would be just as nice."

Toyomitsu calmed down and slowly started to laugh at the joke. He held out his arms as Kirishima walked into the hug. He smelt fresh, but like dirt after a thunderstorm and was just as mushy as mud.

"You still got a chance. I'll even stay so you can unpack your stuff once you tell her." Toyomitsu whispered.

"Sorry, my mind is made up," Kirishima looked up at Toyomitsu, putting his hands on his face and squeezing his cheeks. "You'll come visit me when I'm here, right?"

"Of course," Toyomitsu said, muffled, "And when you're eighteen, boy are you really gonna see me then. We'll go out and people could speculate if I'm your dad or your boyfriend."

That was a joke, but it seemed real enough to make Kirishima smile and bury his head in his chest. Toyomitsu teased Kirishima's hair and remembered how his bathtub was still stained with red dye. He wanted to know him better, but that would take forever now. Now Toyomitsu would just be known as the older guy he had a crush on for a teenage boy and nothing else.

"You stay good, alright, kid?"

"I'll be good."

Kirishima pulled away, he reached up and gave Toyomitsu a kiss on the cheek. Before Toyomitsu's face turned red and sweaty, he was already off of him. He began to walk away from the area Toyomitsu had claimed earlier.

"Gah, I gotta let you stop doing stuff like that. You'll get me in trouble, kid!"

"You're a cop, how much trouble will you ever be in?" Kirishima said and waved, "Get outta here anyway, don't you have some crime to stop or something?"

Toyomitsu batted his hand before stuffing them into his pockets.

"It was good to meet you Ms. Kirishima!" He shouted as he walked towards his car.

"I told you that you can call me- ah forget it. Not like we'll see each other often, eh baby?"

"He knows your name, he's just being respectful."

"I know but it makes me sound old when a guy his age is calling me that. Ugh, he messed up your hair. Oh, I miss your black hair..."

Kirishima's mother started to fix Kirishima's messy hair. Getting a good look at his face, "You sure you want to take the train still? Wouldn't you want a little company with your old Ma on such a trip?"

"Mama, I already told you this. I got one last thing to do here."

"I know but did it really need to be this last minute? Haven't you said all your goodbyes already?"

Kirishima grabbed his mother's fiddling hands and held them with care. It was strange to have hands bigger than your mother's.

"I know you're worried about me but I have to do it, Ma. This one is really important to me, so please. Let me do this," Kirishima gave her a kiss on the cheek, "I'll be home before dinner. I promise. Okay?"

Kirishima's mother gave him a half smile before sighing.

"When did I get such a young man?" She patted Kirishima's cheek, "If you aren't home by dinner, you'll have to explain it to your father, not me."

"I know. I'll see you."

Kirishima's mother nodded before hopping into the truck. She began to drive away and Kirishima watched until the unloading truck had become a small spot in the distance. Kirishima grabbed his bag off of the stoop and breathed out deeply and began to walk to the bus stop that would take him to the train station. He took out his pack of cigarettes and took out the last one. Lighting it up as he walked down to the stop. He felt no fear this time, more determined than anything he has done here before. Because he had made a promise to himself that he wouldn't break.

Bakugou watched as another train left the station. He was sitting down on the ground against a cement pillar as he saw people hustling and bustling around the station. Going to their next train or leaving from one. All seeming like they had no time to lounge around like him. He was just finishing up a cigarette before he disposed of it in the butts bin before taking the next one out of the pack. He frequently liked to get a coffee and then chain smoke until his drink got cold. Sometimes he'd bring his headphones and sit in a cafe to catch up on shows. Some days he'd sit out in the station on metal benches and read the paper like some grown man. But on days like today, he wanted to people watch, and wonder where the trains would take them next. As he lit his cigarette, he noticed a figure looking down on him, he grumbled.

"Can't I get a little space? It's a whole train station," Bakugou snapped before lifting his head up. His eyes widened slightly as he placed the cigarette between his fingers, "What are you doing here?"

Kirishima had his hands in his pockets, and he had to admit, it felt good to be the one looking down on someone.

"I could ask you the same thing. But if you should know, I have a train ticket," Kirishima said, pulling out the ticket and waving it, "You don't seem like you're going anywhere any time soon."

"You're taking the train home?" Bakugou asked. He rubbed out the small bit of ash and saved the cigarette on the ground for later. He stood up.

"Ah, so you did know I was leaving."

"Well yeah, everyone did. 1-A has a loud mouth you know? I just wasn't sure when and then my dad told me you were leaving today."

"And no goodbye, I wasn't expecting any less from you," Kirishima chuckled, "Your dad told me you'd be here so… I had to come to you."

"I don't know what you're expecting me to do here, Kirishima. I thought I made it very clear I wasn't going to be involved with you anymore."

"Even when I'm leaving? And you won't see me for awhile?"

"I already wasn't seeing you."

He sounded so cold. It was a good persona. To try and keep Kirishima away, but today he was determined. Nothing was going to stop Kirishima from saying what he wanted to say. His train wasn't coming till the next half hour. He had all the time he needed with Bakugou to make his peace in those thirty minutes. And Bakugou better let Kirishima say it.

"Look, you better-"

"I kissed someone today," Kirishima interrupted. Standing tall even though Bakugou was up now, "It was just on the cheek but I've kissed him before. His lips are soft and I really like him. I met him before you came over that day. I flirted with him."

Bakugou raised an eyebrow and then narrowed them. He turned his head to the side, "Tch...Why are you telling me this?"

"I just wanted to see how you'd react. You're balling up your hands. That has to mean something right?"

"You see me for five minutes and you're already trying to analyze me." Bakugou said, shaking his hands a bit.

"You still have feelings for me is what it means. If you didn't care about me then you wouldn't have shown it just then."

Bakugou rolled his eyes and then crossed his arms, "Is that why you came here? To tell me about some guy you're trying to get with and see if that would piss me off?"

"And does it?"

"Yeah, it does. We done here?"

"No, this is just the beginning of this," Kirishima took a step towards Bakugou, "I have a lot to say to you. And I deserve an answer before I go. Then…if nothing changes between us... me and you can go back to not talking. I promise."

Bakugou rolled his tongue in his mouth before sighing and putting his arms to his side. It was what he wanted in the end. If a last conversation is what that meant then Bakugou would agree.

"Go on then. Say whatever you want."

"You have to promise me you're going to listen. And that you're going to answer everything I ask truthfully."

"Fine, fine. Just start talkin'."

Kirishima breathed in and moved his face in Bakugou's bubble. Bakugou tried to avert his eyes but that wouldn't have done him any good.

"I'm leaving because of you," Kirishima whispered. Something he had yet to say out loud, "I tried to kill myself because you can't admit how you really feel about me and you want to run from me instead."

"That was stupid of you."

That was the reaction Kirishima was expecting.

"Yeah, you're right it was. But it's your fault," Kirishima pressed his finger against Bakugou's chest, "Now I know you did it so you could become someone else once your mom died and I get how horrible and frustrating that is for you. But that never meant that you had to just… leave me."

"I told you all you were to me was just something to keep my mind off of things."

"You had plenty of things to keep your mind off of your home life and your mom before I got here. But I was different. Just admit it. That you were scared and you didn't know what to do about me anymore."

"Why should I say something like that when it seems like you already have that dumb idea in your head?"

"Because I know that's what it is. So say it already you coward."

"Hey! Don't you say that about me!"

"Then day it about yourself." Kirishima gritted.

Bakugou rested the back of his head against the pillar and looked up. Everything in his being was telling him just to leave and have this all be over. His fists were shaking, his whole body tensing up. But it felt like Kirishima was holding him against that pillar with just his pointer finger, telling him 'the truth will set you free'. He relaxed his hands, and got a clear view of Kirishima's face.

"...I was scared… I was angry and upset… I was a fucking hurricane of emotions and-fuck." Bakugou shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair.

"And what?"

"And I didn't want to hurt you, okay?! Yes, I care a fuckton about you. And yeah, I do miss you sometimes. You started off as a distraction and then you became more than that. And then I realized I was just going to ruin you if I stayed around you any longer and I couldn't live with myself if that happened. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"No. Right now I'm wishing you had the guts to say that way earlier," Kirishima chewed his cheek but he also felt relieved that Bakugou finally admitted how he really felt, "You've already ruined me. And I've ruined you back. I should have taken more time with you… but you're like no one I've ever met before. So… I'm sorry for that."

Bakugou chuckled, "Apology accepted I guess. Don't you have some train to get on by now?"

"Not yet," Kirishima said. He tugged on Bakugou's sleeve as he began to sit down on the ground, "Do you know how hard this is for me? Forcing myself to get away from you?"

Bakugou sat down next to Kirishima, "I didn't ask you to do that. I didn't ask for you to make this huge gesture so you can screw what you have here."

"No, all you did was let me love you… and then told me to stop. It's not fair what you did to me. It's not fair when I know how you feel."

Bakugou pouted, having his hand on his cheek as he looked to the side. Kirishima breathed out through his nose. He needed to lay off, just for a moment.

"You know, with you spending so much time here, your dad thinks you're going to run away. Is that true?"

Bakugou sighed, "I think about it every time I'm here. I'll just buy the cheapest ticket to who-knows-where and just leaving. But I haven't gotten anywhere close to actually doin' it. I guess I've been hating the fact that you're here and I'm not going to be around you..."

"And now I'm leaving. So how are you feeling about that?"

"That if you waited a little longer I would have gotten a ticket and left and you could stay here. You're shit at making decisions."

"You're one to talk," Kirishima nudged him, "Like I said. It's all your fault."

Bakugou looked at the ground. Finding stepped on gum to keep him focused and seeing others walk over the candy constantly on their way as Kirishima took a break from talking. Kirishima's words were floating all around in his mind. Making his brain work overtime in making sense of his actions and his past. Something he frequently tried to avoid because too much pain rested in the past. But now, being forced to recognize these things,he was piecing events with feelings. Realizing now that Kirishima made him usually feel pretty good. That his touch was graceful and his voice meaningful. Kirishima was probably the only person who had really loved him, no matter who he was. And now, with this conversation, it would be the last time he would have this again. What an idiot he was.

You never know how good you have something until it's up and leaving. As Bakugou's mother was dying, he tried so hard to never show how he felt. And that was moronic to think of now. Now because he always had someone who wouldn't mind the fits. The angry outbursts or days of isolation. Kirishima would have stayed all the way. But Bakugou has thrown that away. He was too defensive.

"Yeah. It is my fault…All of this," Bakugou turned his head towards Kirishima. His gaze was gentle and understanding, "I'm… I'm sorry, Kirishima."

Kirishima didn't say anything. He simply leaned his face against Bakugou's neck and closed his eyes. His nose up against Bakugou's showing skin. He placed his hand on the back of Bakugou's head and ran his fingers through his hair.

"You're a bonehead."

"You know… I'm just realizing that this moment…" Bakugou wrapped one of his arms slowly around Kirishima's back and began to rub.

"That's all I ever needed. Just an apology from you," Kirishima muttered, "If I had heard that earlier, we wouldn't be here."

Bakugou blinked a few times and gripped Kirishima's jacket tightly. He nodded.

"You're right… God, I'm such a fucking moron," Bakugou wrapped his other arm around Kirishima. Holding him like a prized possession, "I'm sorry but… I don't know what to do about this now."

"You don't need to do anything. I'm just glad that you actually talked to me."

Kirishima pulled away from Bakugou and started to get up from the ground with a groan. He held out his hand and pulled Bakugou up. Smiling at him. A train rolled up rushing down the tracks before there was a screeching halt. The numbers matching with the one on his ticket.

"That's my train. If I don't start boarding now then I won't have a seat left."

"So, this is it? We had one of the best talks we've ever had and… you still have to leave?"

Kirishima sadly laughed and brushed his bangs out of his face, "Yeah. Funny, huh?"

"No, it's horrible. It's not fair…" Bakugou held Kirishima's hand, and ran his thumb over his knuckles, "I feel like all of this is cleared up. And we could…"

"Have something again?"

"Yeah…"

Kirishima lowered his head and bit his bottom lip. He quietly chuckled. He placed his hand on Bakugou's cheek. For once, it didn't look like Bakugou had anger on his face. But instead it was sadness.

"Time is strange. It only moves forward and you and me have been living in the past. We have to stay in the present and look towards the future."

"That's a crock of shit." Bakugou breathed out and shook his head, "I want to be with you. I want to be with you this instant. Now you're tellin' me I can't?"

"You know, maybe someday. When the two of us know what we want at the same time. I might come back and stay… and maybe try again."

Bakugou swallowed and lowered his head, his brow crinkled and lips were pressed together. He shook his head in frustration as Kirishima's fingers started to work through his hair.

"I want to pick you up and take you away. I hate this. I hate all of this, why did you have to come here?"

"I had to see you. I had to know how you felt. And now I know and… and I love you more than I ever had before. But now, I have to make this about me… you should do the same."

Kirishima leaned in and kissed Bakugou deeply. His eyes fluttering closed and Bakugou's doing the same. Bakugou held Kirishima closely to him as he parted his lips more. All the noise in the busy train station started to fade. No more sounds of shoes clicking on the ground, no gears working up and leaving down the rail way. It was all quiet as they kissed, almost like a dream or if time stopped. The hairs on their arms stood up as their lips moved. They looked like a statue of long lost lovers being reunited, just so they could leave and not see each other once again. The train started to signal it was leaving soon. Kirishima pulled away and rested his forehead against Bakugou's. He sniffled, but he wasn't going to cry.

"I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

Kirishima pulled away and walked to the open doors of the train. Bakugou followed him until he was on. Kirishima smiled sadly but it was a smile no less. The doors started to shut.

"I love you." Kirishima said before the doors closed. He waved as he walked down the aisle to find a seat.

As the train began to leave the station, Bakugou watched it go. Seeing the one person he cared so much about leaving now. Wondering how he couldn't have seen this before.

"I love you too." Bakugou whispered to himself.

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