I own nothing. Warning, may contain Out of Character moments.

He did not rest well even though he slept for a good eleven hours. It's about eleven thirty and he couldn't go back to 'sleep' after opening his eyes.

"Fuck it…"

Throwing the blankets off of him, Bakugou shuffled into the personal bathroom in the room, then shuffled out once he was finished with his business. Finally, going downstairs to get something to eat, his last meal having been whatever crap the hospital called lunch yesterday. And looking around once he was in the common area, the explosive Hero finds everyone in their places. Though Round Face and the Shrimp weren't present, must be holed up in the nerd's room again… And the frog was slowly walking around, sweeping the floor absent mindedly.

It was strange to see Tsuyu even more unenthusiastic than her usual self, but he supposed that everyone had their own way of coping with this tragedy.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty." Sero greeted with the smallest of grins. He just gave a grunt in response as he continued to observe his classmates, all being at varying levels of contemplative anguish with the exception to Mineta… Who was counting out a large amount of money, about six stacks of them.

"The Hell?"

"Apparently he sold the other half of his junk to a guy he knows. Says any one of us could use the money if we need it, an apology gift for all the crap he pulled. To be honest, I still can't believe he's going through with this." Kyouka answered, lazily twirling her jacks as she flipped through the TV channels. She wasn't really focusing on what was on screen, most likely concentrated on her own thoughts. A less than perky Mina sat down with a glass of juice and offered her two cents to the discussion.

"I'm kind of worried though… He might fall back if he gets bored enough…"

"Then I'll pick up some obscure sport. Like… H-Handball?"

"That's not very obscure buddy…"

"I'm a shut-in ex-pervert Kaminari! What'd you expect!?" As the imp and the human stun gun continued their discussion where the latter suggested weird and obscure sports, Yaoyorozu approached Bakugou with a request. And based on how serious she looked, he knew it was going to be a pain to go through.

"Ah, Bakugou-san, good morning. I'm sorry for making a request when you just got up, but I need you to eat something and wash up. We're all heading out today."

"What's the occasion Ponytail?"

"Now that we're together and in higher spirits than yesterday, I want us all to go and get fitted for Midoriya-san's Memorial."

"Can't you just make the damn things?"

"Yaoyorozu doesn't like to destroy the economy." Todoroki's answer was short and concise, remembering her reasoning from their mission to rescue Bakugou way back when. Iida then followed it up with a more sentimental reason, something that everyone agreed to.

"And wouldn't Midoriya-kun appreciate our efforts spent on remembering him? He deserves nothing but the best from us, a tribute to person who always gave it his all."

"It won't be that bad Bakugou-chan, there's a very good tailor in the city who's known for quality and speed. So good that even Best Jeanist recommends him." Stopping mid-sweep, Tsuyu pulled out her phone and showed the explosive Hero the accolades to this tailoring place, Tatsumi Textiles. It's a shop that had just recently expanded from the countryside and based on the comments, it was a place where you could expect excellent work in three days or less. "A handcrafted paradise in an age where giant machines and quirks dominate the manufacturing industry." Said by Best Jeanist after visiting the place on opening day.

"Ugh… Fine… Just make sure this isn't a giant bother for me." Bakugou groaned as he went into the kitchen to scrounge something together. There was a collective hum as they all went back to doing whatever it was they were doing before, varying levels of contemplation with minimum chatter. It was a bizarre scene, like the gaggle of sadness from yesterday evening, nobody was trying to start a conversation and just let whatever ambient noise play around them. Whether it was from the nature outside or the news that was playing on the TV, there as just the bare minimum of life present.

"Better than them being dead…"

And so, after an hour, they all began making their way into the city towards this tailor. The place wasn't too big, three floors with a basement for storage, but it was certainly buzzing with activity. Even more so now that the legendary Hero Class of 1A wants to do business, causing all employees to put them on top priority, dedicating the best to their orders. Which is why Bakugou found himself in a small room being measured by the owner of all people, one Tatsumi Kanji.

"Hey, you look tough, why go into such a frilly business?" Bakugou was bored out of his mind, idle chatter was his only way out. Besides, it was odd that someone with a hardened face and a scar above his left brow to be a tailor. Luckily, or unluckily, the guy decided to humor him as bluntly as possible.

"Same reason an ass like you decided to be a Hero, because I love what I do. Besides, business is doing good, so I don't really care what anyone says anymore."

"So you DID give a shit about what people said."

"Yeah and I really wouldn't have gotten over it if it hadn't been for my Senpai. Arms up." Bakugou raised his arms as Kanji continued taking measurements, with the explosive Hero going further down this conversation.

"Sounds like someone you could count on, unlike half of my idiots..."

"Hey, just because not all of them are cut from the same cloth you are, it doesn't mean they're worthless. Everyone has their place somewhere in this world, doesn't matter who you are or where you came from. That's what my Senpai taught me, he had this crazy way with words that always made you look back on who you are. Makes you a better person… Don't you have someone like that?"

Bakugou's mind immediately flashed to Midoriya and everything he has done up to this point. From start to finish that nerd changed everyone around him, pushing them to overcome their weaknesses and get them moving towards their goals. He frowned as Kanji finished writing the last of the explosive Hero's measurements.

"Yeah… We HAD a guy like that…"

"Shit… I'm sorry for your loss… You're good to go."

Bakugou just left without another word, something was stinging away at the inside of him. He didn't know what it was, but it didn't feel good. Maybe he should stop thinking about that nerd, the feeling seems to crop up whenever he thought about him. Walking past the others, he simply jabbed his thumb before leaving the building altogether. He needed some REAL fresh air… Outside, the weather could be better as an overcast still congested the sky, with only pin holes of blue managing to slip past the clouds.

Looking around, Bakugou sees that he wasn't the only who needed to breathe. Kirishima, Aoyama, and Kouda, were all just chilling about with the first just thinking, the second just deeply staring into a reflective window, and the third chatting with some birds.

"You done too?" Kirishima asked, small smile forming. The explosive Hero just grunted a response and takes a seat next to the red head, scaring some of the birds in the process. Kouda nervously snapped between the scattering flock and his blond-haired classmate, clearly wanting to say something but couldn't. Bakugou sighed, how on Earth did he get through that final battle whilst saying the barest minimum of words is beyond him.

"Look rock head, if you got something to say, just say it. No one's going to laugh at you for saying something stupid, enough of that has already happened."

"Come on man, you're scaring him."

"Look Hair for Brains, if he thinks I'm scarier than the shit we went through, then he needs to get his fucking head checked."

While the nervous giant was a little more than off put by his classmate's words, he slowly began to twitch his mouth open. Only for loud screams to tear through the air as loud footsteps rattled close by, startling the four. Though for Bakugou, he's more annoyed than anything else.

"No rest for the wicked…"

"Come on guys! Let's – Where did they go?" Kirishima hardened his hands and looked towards Aoyama and Kouda, but the two weren't in last place he saw them. Before long he was tugged to face the direction of the chaos by Bakugou, who was noting down four details about the scene. First, there were four thugs that was causing a scene. Second, one of them was already knocked out. Third, another was being harassed by a massive flock of birds and a horde of squirrels. And lastly, Aoyama was shooting his laser at one while Kouda was slugging another. Both of them equally terrified of being so close to the front lines.

"Huh… That's new… We should help them."

"Hold it there Hair for Brains, why the Hell did you hesitate?" Bakugo asked, gripping to the back of crimson Hero's collar. Kirishima was the next most reckless Hero of their group, always jumping out to help. But this time, he asked for help instead of charging straight in. What's got the crimson haired Hero pinned?

"This isn't the time for that!? They need our help!"

"Look again smartass."

To his surprise, both Kouda and Aoyama were already on the last thug, who was trying and failing to run away due to more birds. Lowering his fists, Kirishima gritted his teeth and stared pensively stared the grey concrete of the sidewalk. He was silent, so Bakugou threw out the line to get him to bite.

"You really only hold back when shit goes wrong… Is this about Deku?"

"… After what happened to Midoriya… With the way he gone in alone… I think I became scared of doing the same…"

"You think?" Bakugou's stare was hard but there was a sense of comfort in it, like a stern Father or a respectable Sergeant.

"Okay, I DID, and I can't stand being alone anymore… Reminds me of how everything just fell apart… I know it sounds stupid, especially if it means I can't fight street thugs without any help, but that's how I really feel."

"Yeah, how are things so wrong even when we won? With the way things are, we're lucky to be up and about… But you know Deku would be disappointed as Hell, right?" Bakugou looked back at the crimson colored Hero and he only averted his gaze. Kirishima still had his fists clenched, trembling as the sounds of the brawl nearby died down and was replaced with cheers.

"I know… Midoriya was a great Hero, he never waited and just jumped right in… That's real bravery right there, going in without an ounce of hesitation…"

"But that didn't mean he wasn't scared. When I would kick someone around, Deku looked like he was always ready to piss himself when he jumped in to stop me. It did fuck all to me, but still tried to stand up against shits stronger than himself. Fearlessness isn't the lack of fear, but the ability to overcome it, didn't that Hero you liked say some shit like that?"

Kirisima's expression softened and he stared at his own hands, red marks dotting his palms where his nails were digging in. What was he doing? Didn't he wanted to live without regretting his choices? Looking over, he could see that Aoyama and Kouda were taking in the cheers, nervous but relieved that this sudden incident was swiftly resolved. They were always afraid, ever since the start of the year, but they still moved forward. A terror filled courage… But action without hesitation. The kind of bravery Crimson Riot had, the kind Midoriya always showed in face of danger…

"Yeah, he did… Thanks Bakugou, I feel a little better now."

"So what are you going to do from now on Hair for Brains?"

"Just like how Crimson Riot and Deku did it… I'm not going to hesitate like an idiot anymore. I don't know how long it'll take… But I'm going to keep trying until I man up and be a Hero that'll make Midoriya proud."

"Good answer. Now let's get those idiots back here before the ego gets to their heads."

"Like you?"

"Piss off."

As police and medical services came to clean up the situation, the rest of 1A emerged from inside Tatsumi Textiles and began asking the four many questions. There was the same air of restlessness and panic, but Bakugou could feel the overarching relief that was enveloping the group's shared air space.

"Glad to see you four are okay after such a sudden incident. Seeing how little damage there is, I presume it was dealt with swiftly?" Iida asked.

"You would think our Explodo Meister would level the block, but I'm not seeing a single scorch mark." Kaminari was looking up and down the street looking for the tell-tale signs of Bakugou handiwork, not finding any after a good look. There were a few smaller craters around, but those looked too crude to be the explosive Hero's handiwork.

"That's because I didn't do jack shit this time around. It's those two that dealt with it." Bakugou then gestured to Kouda and Aoyama, who were still a little jittery from their recent encounter. Everyone raised their eyebrows, knowing full well that those two aren't exactly eager to jump head first into danger. Mina was the first to bring this up, even if it sounded a little harsh for her liking.

"Really? No offense guys, but you two aren't the bravest people I know."

"I am aware Mademoiselle… But recent events have changed a part of me…" Aoyama looked serious, his ever-present vain smile turned into a frown as he gazed down at the floor. This wasn't the first time they saw him like this, but it was still a shocking sight to see it. And though it was rather obvious what the cause of it was, Eri still felt the need to confirm everyone's feelings.

"Was it because of Papa Yuuga onii-san?"

"Oui… He was unrefined and so ungraceful… Yet I cannot deny that the way he charges forward is the most dazzling thing in the world. Through the fear and terror, Monsieur Midoriya would stand ready to fight off the worst… Unlike me who would hide away in some dusty corner… And our greatest battle only emphasized that weakness…"

"I-I felt the same… M-Midoriya was always so brave and I would just… S-Stand around… I-I'm so shy that I can't do anything like he could…"

"And now you're willing to fight thugs like a hero and talk to us like a normal person." Bakugou sounded proud and so were the others, since the gentle rock headed giant didn't take the initiative often. Kouda grew defensive and still averted his gaze, but never the less, he spoke what he thought. What he felt.

"Y-Yes… W-With everything that's happened… T-That fight we survived… A-And what you said Bakugou… I-I realized it's about time I got out of my shell… I-I stood with you guys that day, so the little things shouldn't be so scary… T-That I can do it… A-At least that's what I think… A-After all, that's what Midoriya did too… R-Right?"

"Yes, he did my rocky friend. Fear might have been in the monsieur's heart, but with every action, he grew out of it and shined brilliantly. A beautiful metamorphosis that allowed him to spread his wings as the One True Hero… As a result, I have come to terms with myself. I'm a coward who easily loses his luster when threatened…" Aoyama looked towards Kouda and his classmate gave a nod, both on the same wavelength.

"A-And I'm a coward who's afraid of even talking…"

"But for the Deku who held his ground, we'll stop running and start standing." Kirishima smile as the two made that declaration, spirit burning brightly in their eyes. Like Mineta yesterday, this spark of will began revitalizing the others. They all began showing more color in their faces,

"You guys sound really cool right now…" Uraraka, through her faltering lips and drooping eyes, gave a smile to the two as they could only nod in return to the gravity controlling Heroine.

"They really do… Like Papa…" Eri began clinging to her surrogate mother's skirt, a few tears welling up in her red eyes. The two began to comfort each other as Tsuyu lead them away from the rest, who were commending Aoyama and Kouda for their work and inspiring words. Bakugou eyed those girls carefully, making note that he should probably talk to them later… As soon as he figures out what the Hell to say since all their wounds were still so raw. Being closest to the nerd and all…

Not much happened after that, the class finished getting their measurements taken and they all went back to the dorms. There still wasn't much activity going around, but the atmosphere did feel better. Uraraka and Eri went straight back to Midoriya's room and Tsuyu to her own, leaving the others to contemplate on their own terms. And looking at them all, Bakugou could feel something changing within the hearts of Class 1A… Not realizing that something was different about himself as well.

4 days until the Memorial Service…

And that's Chapter 3! But more importantly...

I LIVE!

"Welcome back, it was getting kind of quiet."

If you are swamped by midterms, then you'll be surprised how little time you get to write the things you want. Anyway, I'm tired and would like to quickly get to certain points about this chapter.

"Well excuse me then! I wait for you and this is how you treat me!? I'm going home."

Alright, see you next week.

"At least show a little regret..."

You're a figment of my imagination, so no. But I digress... Slowly I'm realizing that, with every chapter I plan, it gets harder to sustain the feels. But I shall persevere and find a way to do it. So it's important to tell me how you guys personally feel each chapter, so I know what to adjust for the next one. Alternatively, I could just roll with it and see what happens.

Next, writing Kirishima in relation to this story was a bit difficult. For those who followed the manga, Kirishima would freeze up during crucial moments when something goes wrong. He would doubt his own abilities before pushing himself to leap in anyway. So based on that, I imagine Kirishima holding himself back because of what happened to Midoriya. If that's iffy then I only have myself and my below average writing skill to blame. But hopefully I'll get better in the future.

Anyway, that's all I have this week. Next week (hopefully I finish it by then) we'll experience words of wisdom left behind by our One True Hero.

"Yes, wondrous wise words that worm it's way into your witty noggin."

So with that said...

Until Next Time. T1.