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Bakugo Katsuki lived the perfect life, at least from an outsider's perspective. He had his dream job, a few close friends he could die for and a nice apartment. He just needed someone to share it with. A lot of people could kill to get to be that person for him, but he just had eyes for one person, and one person only.
Kirishima Eijirou already acted like he lived there. He came bargin in at the weirdest of times, snacks in hand and knowing which movie they would watch next. It was more often than not that Katsuki came home to music playing and the smell of coffee. If one of them got hurt they came back here to get patched up by the other. If one needed to rant about his day the other would listen without judgment. They both knew how hard this job could be and how it can mess one up. Seeing evil day in and day out would never be easy. But Katsuki could never expect it to break them apart like this.
“Shitty hair, what the hell are you doing?”
It had been the typical boring day at work and Katsuki had looked forward to coming home and just relaxing in front of the tv with Eijirou beside him, chatting his ear off about the kid he had picked up and reunited with their worried parents. Instead he stood in the middle of a battlefield, fire and destruction surrounding him. The kid that should be safe at home sat under a bench, shaking in fright. Katsuki watched as Shigaraki reached out for them, knowing he would never be able to make it in time. Maybe he could have, if he wasn’t stopped.
The outfit was so familiar, but not at the same time. The spikey hair was styled just slightly different and the mask hiding slightly more of the familiar face. But what threw him off were the harshness in the usually so kind eyes.
“You’re supposed to be on patrol half an hour away.” There was none of the usual warmth in the voice, only frustration.
“Shitty- Kirishima, what are you doing? Why are you with them?” The said man laughed, but there was no humor in it. And then it clicked. The wounds that didn’t match the stories he told, the way the other had been turning more quiet for the past year, the way he wanted Katsuki to keep talking about his missions other than his own. He had been deceived, used for information, by the same person he’s loved since the first attack at school many years ago.
“I always told you you’re too naive for this world.” He had, but Katsuki had always screamed at him that he was the naive one.
“I thought we were friends.” He expected a scoff, a sneer, or to hear Eijiro tell him that yes, they were, still are. But he never expected the chuckle.
“You’re so naive, it’s almost adorable.” Katsuki felt his heart break at those words. Ten minutes ago he would have done anything to hear Eijiro call him adorable (even if he would blast him for it), but now he wanted to crawl out of his own skin.
“So it was all fake? The movie nights? The talks? UA?” He had to know when it had changed.
“I’ve hated you since the day I met you.”