After a busy few days, Jiro finally had time to sit for a minute and call her boyfriend. She couldn't keep the excited smile off of her face as she waited for him to pick up.

But her smile disappeared the moment she saw his face.

He didn't look like he'd been sleeping at all. His eyes were red with bags underneath. His hair looked messy. It was midday and hadn't even gotten out of bed yet. His head rested on a pillow and he had a blanket curled around himself. "Hiiii," he said giving her a weak smile.

"Hey, love," Jiro greeted, trying to sound optimistic. "How've you been?"

"I've been the same. How's Warped tour? I wanna hear all about it."

She went into detail describing all the bands she'd heard and how inspired she felt to write more music. But as she spoke, she noticed Kaminari slipping in and out of focus.

"You look sick," she told him.

"I don't feel the best," Kaminari admitted. "So I took off work today."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, don't worry," he assured. "Sero and Kiri took me out for drinks last night. I probably just overdid it."

Before Kaminari became legal, Jiro got him drunk to see how he'd behave if he got wasted. To her surprise, he was down for the count after three cocktails. They made him sleepy. He's pass out and wake up the next day a little disoriented, but he didn't really get hungover.

So Jiro didn't buy his story one bit. "Denki, tell me if something's wrong."

"I don't wanna spoil your trip," he insisted.

That doesn't mean you're okay. "I don't care about that. Are you sure you don't want me to come home?"

"It's only another five days. I can handle five days."

Jiro already started calculating how much a plane ticket back home would cost in her head. "I really don't mind coming home."

"No way! You've been saving up for this all year. I'm just being a baby. Seriously. I'm fine."

Did I use Expedia last time or Travelocity? "If you say so. I can't wait to see you."

"Me neither. Talk to you later!"

Jiro kissed her fingers and poked the camera. "Love you."

"Love you." He ended the call.

"How's he doing?" Yaoyarozu asked.

Jiro frowned. "I have a bad feeling."

Yaoyarozu squished Jiro's shoulder. "If you have to go back, we'd understand. There's always next year."

Jiro sighed, shaking her head. "I just know he'd feel guilty if I came home early. He'd blame himself."

"But if he needs you - "

Jiro stared at her phone in surprise. Her heart skipped a beat. Part of her thought it would be Kaminari calling her back. But it was… "Yumi?" she asked, confused.

"I wonder why she'd be calling," Yaoyarozu said.

"Gimme just a minute," Jiro said before picking up and wandering a little ways from their group. "Hey, Yumi. How's it going?"

"Did you know Kaminari takes Sertraline?"

The urgency in Yumi's tone instantly put her on edge. "Uuh...are you talking about those vitamins he takes?"

"Vitamins?" Yumi asked, baffled.

Jiro raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. They're powder blue, right? He takes them in the morning with breakfast."

"He told you they were vitamins?"

"Yeah."

"Sertraline isn't a type of vitamin."

What? "Oh? Then what is it?"

"It's a selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor."

"A...what?

"An antidepressant."

What the hell? Why didn't he tell me? But after Yumi said that, lots of things started adding up in her head. For as long as she'd known him, Kaminari had a hard time finding the motivation to do basic things. Like getting out of bed. Getting to sleep. Showering. Eating. Unless she was with him, he didn't really make an effort to go out, either. If it were up to him, he'd spend the whole day playing video games or watching anime. He'd never been the kind of person who was self-motivated. Jiro pushed him to study in community college. Pushed him to fill out applications for University. Pushed him to take summer classes. Once he got the ball rolling, he did his best to follow through. But for the most part, Kaminari struggled to do things on his own. Some days were better than others, but every once in a while, when he had one of his episodes…

"Does that mean - "

" I think Denki has depression."

Jiro swallowed, fighting the tears gathering in her eyes. She did her best to keep her voice steady. "Okay. Well...if he's taking medicine that's good, right?"

"It looks like he's out of it. He might've run out of it a while ago."

No. "Has he been acting weird?"

"To put it kindly...yes."

I knew it. I never should've left. "Okay. I'll book the first flight home."

"Are you sure? We could keep an eye on him until you get back - "

" - No, no, it's fine. I was thinking about coming home anyway. Thank you, Yumi."

"Of course."

Jiro hung up and immediately jumped onto Travelocity's app to look for a flight.

~.~

Keigo woke up two hours late to work in his bed, sore barely able to move. Between the intense Dabi-sex and the fact he'd spent most of the night sleeping on the floor, every movement felt excruciating. He tried to focus on something else.

The way he'd been wrapped in his comforter, he realized Dabi must've carried him there and tucked him in. The curtains had been drawn, blocking out the sun. His bedroom door was closed, serving as a sound barrier between him and the loud whirring of their on-the-verge-of-dying refrigerator.

It's like he was trying to make me late, Keigo thought, puzzled. He looked down at his phone and wondered aloud, "Why didn't my alarm go off?" When he glanced next to him and saw a small piece of paper, he realized.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at it.

Don't come to work if you're too sore. I'll grab pain medicine before I come home tonight. And dinner.

- D

Keigo swallowed as angry tears welled up in his eyes. "Bastard."

~.~

Dabi stared in surprise as Keigo walked into Spencers and tried brushing past him to clock in. he grabbed his arm to stop him. "What are you doing here? I told you to rest."

Keigo pulled himself out of Dabi's grasp. "As my manager? Or the guy who railed me?"

Dabi glared down at him. I didn't do anything you didn't want me to, baby. "As your friend."

"How many times do I have to say that you can't tell me what to do?" Even so, he leaned on the cash wrap's counter for support, wincing.

Dabi's gaze softened. Last night had been amazing. Mind-blowing. Probably the best sex they'd ever had. But Dabi forgot to hold back, in spite of Keigo's demands. He doesn't know what's good for him. "I don't like seeing you in pain," he murmured quietly. "It bothers me."

Keigo blushed, turning his face away to try hiding it. "I'm like this because of you."

He wasn't sure if Keigo was talking about his physical state or his emotional one. He's the one who broke things off, Dabi thought. So why is he still so upset? Keigo snapped at him when Dabi acted possessive but on the other hand, he seemed to like it too. Especially in bed. He didn't understand the touching comment either. He touched Keigo in public all the time, just not in front of people. Why would it make a difference if someone was watching them or not? He would admit, he should've at least told his siblings about Keigo. But he couldn't remember the last time he'd talked to his parents at all, let alone divulged anything to them about his romantic partners. Why did Keigo care so much about knowing his family? It can't just be because I never told my family about him. It has to be something else. If only he'd talk to me. "Keigo - "

Keigo jumped as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He flushed awkwardly once he saw the caller I.D., which he made a great effort to conceal.

Dabi glared at the phone as if it were a bomb about to detonate. It's him. It has to be. "You should answer that," he muttered bitterly. "Looks important."

Keigo answered it and walked away from the register. Shinsou stepped aside to let Keigo pass as he refolded T-shirts, listening in curiously.

"Hey," Keigo greeted casually. "Yeah, I'm free. Sounds good. I know a place on Main street. Nah, that won't be a problem, they're open twenty-four hours. Okay. See you then."

Dabi's eyebrow twitched up. "That was him, wasn't it?" he asked.

Keigo walked back behind his register, averting his gaze. "Who?"

Dabi couldn't keep the growl out of his voice. "You know who."

Keigo blushed red. "Maybe it was. So what?"

"He asked you out to dinner?"

"Yeah. it'll be our third date," Keigo said pointedly. "So who knows what'll - "

" - is that supposed to be funny?"

Keigo whirled around, shocked by Dabi's angry tone. "Excuse me?"

Dabi walked forward until Keigo's back hit the counter. "You begged me to fuck you last night. And after everything we did, you're gonna turn around and have dinner with -

" - I told you that was the last time," Keigo reminded him shakily.

Dabi smirked. "That was our second last time, Keigo."

Keigo gritted his teeth. "Well, there won't be a third! Okay?! Yes, I'm going out to dinner with him and there's nothing you can do about it!"

Dabi's gaze darkened. "Yes, there is," he rumbled.

Keigo shuddered. "N-no. There isn't."

Dabi pinned him between the cash wrap and his body. "I can take you into that back room and fuck you so hard you won't be able to move for a week," he growled.

Keigo shuddered as desire gripped him. But he swallowed, trying to fight it. "You wouldn't dare."

"I'm a man of my word."

Keigo scowled. "I'll never speak to you again."

Dabi smirked. "That's fine. It'll be impossible for you to talk with my cock in your mouth anyway."

The ash-blonde man turned the most pleasing shade of pink Dabi had ever seen.

Dabi leaned in and whispered against Keigo's ear. "Go ahead. Have dinner. Have as many dinners as you want. But when you're sitting down...sore where I was inside you...you're gonna be thinking about me."

He could tell his words affected him. Keigo starting gripping the counter so he wouldn't fall over. Heat radiated off of him. He couldn't meet eyes with Dabi anymore. His breathing sounded more like panting than anything a healthy person would be doing.

Dabi gazed down at him possessively. Keigo's brows were narrowed. To anyone passing by, it'd be difficult to discern whether they were about to fight or make use of the storeroom.

Shinsou started digging in his pocket for a coin to toss. He wasn't sure either.

But something in Dabi's peripheral vision made him look up. His eyes widened. "Oh no."

Keigo instantly recognized his tone. "No way…"

" - Keigo, run."

" - If they're here it's too late."

"Get behind me."

The shorter man darted behind Dabi, pressing himself against his back as if to make himself smaller.

Standing at the entrance of Spencers was the manager of Dick's Sporting Goods and the Manager of Hooters, respectively.

Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada.

"Oh hell we fucked up," Keigo whispered.

"We fucked up," Dabi agreed, nodding.

Shinsou smirked. "I'd start praying if I were you. You're in god's hands now."