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Bakugo often sought out high places to calm himself down. The higher the better most of the time. Whether it be that the closer to the sky he got the less people were around, or the fact that it was always pin-drop quiet. Bakugo could empty his mind of all the thoughts that plagued him.
Moving into the dorms was a big change. He found himself with a lot of pent up anger and stress. Not really having any alone time. The door to his room can shut, but it can't completely shut-out the twenty loud, screaming, assholes who share his floor. Well, nineteen screaming assholes. Kirishima isn't lumped in with them.
Its stupid really. They get into arguments all the time, like any other couple does. But since living in such tight quarters, seeing each other first thing in the morning all the way to lights out. The arguments are more frequent. Not any more intense or serious than they were before, so it's not an issue. Just misunderstandings that escalate because, well, because of Bakugo’s temper.
They were studying after school like they always do In Bakugo’s room. Kirishima wouldn't stop tapping his pencil. Okay, fine, Bakugo asked him to stop and after the third attempt he did. But then it was his leg tapping. Bakguo forced him to stop by scooting closer to him and physically holding his restless leg down with his free hand. Fine, problem solved.
Then came the music. First Kirishima started playing his weird, study, synthpop out loud on his phone speaker, at a quiet level. Still too loud for Bakugo but their relationship is about compromise. He gets to listen to his retro gaming podcast while they fall asleep and Kirshima gets to listen to what sounds like toddlers finding a box of triangles and maracas and recording an album while they study. Bakugo could handle it, Until Kirishima started tapping his other foot and his pencil along to the beat and to top it all off, singing along. Bakugo didn't mean to snap.
“Shut the fuck up! Turn that shit down! And STOP FUCKIN MOVING.” He raged. Standing up from the small table in the middle of his room they were studying at, grabbing Kirishima’s phone and throwing it onto the bed, rather aggressively. The second all the sound was gone Bakugo immediately felt his brain clear. Relaxing almost instantly. But that was short lived when the silent room was suddenly filled with muffled sobs. Bakugo immediately returned his attention to his boyfriend who was looking up at him with a heartbroken lower lip throbbing, tears running down his face. Bakugo knew he fucked up.
Before he could even say anything, His other half was running out of the room, upset and not wanting to even talk to him. He knows because he sat outside his door and pleaded for him to come outside and talk. He gave up after an hour of trying, feeling even more overwhelmed than he was from all Kirishima’s noises.
So he looked for the highest place he could find without leaving the dorms to clear his head. After looking for a short time, he found a staircase leading up to a door that led him to the roof.
Five stories high isn't exactly what Bakugo was craving. He wanted to look down and see nothing but specs of people, see cars but not be able to hear their obsolete honking. Instead he could see the sidewalk clearly, hear the wind rustling the leaves on the trees below. But he could feel said wind in his hair and couldnt here Jiro’s music from all the way across the fucking dorm, so it would do.
He sat for a while, not having his phone with him to keep track of time, just thinking about nothing. Levelling his head. Then he started to think about Kirishima.
The tapping, the fidgeting. He realises now, The red haired idiot was also having some pent up anxiety. He isn't normal, so fidgety and annoying. If he was, Bakugo wouldn't have fallen for him. Bakugo realises he feels extra bad for yelling, for heightening the anxiety in the room. They were studying for finals. Midterms, English Midterms. Kirishima sucks at english. It was a stressful environment, made only more stressful by himself.
He feels like an absolute dick for yelling. He sits for a while. Letting his feet dangle off the edge when he realises, he himself is fidgeting quite a bit. Not from anxiety, but from the fact that he has had to pee for a while. He noticed it hours ago when he was sitting outside Kirishima's door, bribing him with a promise to cook him pancakes for breakfast if he came out and talked. It didn't work, but the whole situation made him forget his small need to relieve itself.
Now, what is probably hours later because the sky is looking that cold shade of grey it gets before the sun rises, He has to go pretty bad. The more he wishes he could stay up here forever, the more he realises, It's time to head back inside.
He walks over to the door, thianking, hoping and praying, after he goes piss, Kirishima will have calmed down enough to let him apologise, and then they can cuddle and fall asleep together. He will even omit his nightly podcast listening instead, just listening to Kirhishima warm breaths to put him to sleep. He smiles at the thought as he reaches for the door handle. All thought so happiness comes to an abrupt stop when the door doesn't budge.
“The fuck?” Bakguo pulls on the door once more, then pushes it just to be sure but it doesn't budge. It's locked. He steps back and contemplates blasting the door off its hinges, but quickly shoves the idea away. If he did that Aizawa would for sure find out, and then they would probably lock the door to the roof from the inside as well. As much as he needs to get inside and use the bathroom, he would still like to have the roof as an escape from his thoughts after tonight.
He paces around the small rooftop. There isn't really much up here beside four small raised walls, one of which he was sitting on this entire time. A large air conditioning unit takes up most of the roof, and a skylight that leads into the top floor hallway takes up the other side.
Bakugo weighs his options. The air conditioning side is a no go. If he were to just whip it out there, he could risk the whole dorm smelling like his piss, if it were to somehow suck the smell inside. Not a risk he is willing to take for his own comfort's sake. He likes his dorm smelling like the fresh blossom contraband candle Kirishima snuck in past Aizawa.
He can't go anywhere on the other side, because the domed skylight, with the sun snow rising, would show him off to anyone who walked down the hallway, which, at the crack of dawn, some idiot with a morning fitness routine might actually be awake. He can't say he wants anyone but Kirishima to see his junk from that angle. It's a no.
The idea of peeing off of the side of the building is tempting. But in the end. Sitting on the side of the wall and standing are two very different things. Bakugo is mentaly the strongest he has ever been. But with his past trauma with Deku and the whole, ‘swan dive off the roof’ comment from middle school The thought of standing and looking over the edge of a school building, albeit a dorm, would trigger him like no other. And the whole point of being up here in the first place was to CALM himself down. So that's a hard no if he plans to talk to Kirishima in a good headspace after this. So he decided that he must just hold it. Not a big deal.
Except for it is a big deal. Normally no. He can hold it for so long, longer then any fuckin extra in this school But he already has been, holding it, for hours. The idea that he could be stuck up here for hours more, also isn't making it any better. He is stomping along the roof, trying to make noise. Hoping to wake whatever idiot's room on the fifth floor is below him. Feeling hidden enough from anyone, he doesn't hesitate to throw his hands between his legs when the pressure feels like it's at the point where his muscles down there aren't enough.
Bakugo has never regretted not grabbing his phone more than he has right now. Hell, he would even text Deku in this very moment to come save him. The only idea of passing time is the sun illuminating the sky more and more, but it's still so early, there is no telling when the first person in the dorms will wake up, and even this, if they will even think to come look for him here, or notice he is gone at all.
He walks over to the edge, realising it's his only choice. He swallows hard trying to force his body to step up onto the ledge. His hands hovering on the waistband of his sweatpants, The urge to pee, to not wet himself trying to overtake the thoughts in his mind telling him not to step up to the ledge, not to even think that that is an option for him or anyone else. He takes his other foot off of the ground and cements it as hard as he can next to the other. Taking deep breaths, He shoves a hand into his pants to whip it out and go.
“What the hell!? Bakugo! Dont!” Before he even has the chance to move his hands, to free himself from his sweatpants he hears the familiar voice and the unfamiliar feeling of being swept off his feet back onto the gravel rooftop he has been trapped on.
“What the fuck!? Ouch!” He falls down, hitting his elbow on something hard and warm on the way down.
“Bakugo! What?! Why would you wanna jump off the school roof?! I'm not that angry at you! We can talk it out!” Before he can really comprehend what happened, Kirishima is mumbling nonsense about the roof and jumping and Bakugo realises.
“Idiot! I wasn't gonna off myself I was-” Bakguo freezes, mid-sentse when he realises in all the commotion, the ground isn't suddenly hot from the baking sun, nor did it suddenly start running only in his lower half. It's wet and warm and. “Peeing…” He suddenly feels the hot release that started without his knowledge somewhere between being started by Kirishima and falling.
“Oh.” is all Kirishima says in response, Bakugo feels his boyfriend's eyes on him as he shamelessly pisses himself, sitting mere feet away from him. He felt relief but only slightly. It takes way too long for him to feel the stream taper off. Both sitting in silence as it happens.
“So you weren't trying to kill-” Bakguo cuts him off
“NO IDIOT! I just wanted to clear my head and I got locked up here. I've been stuck for hours!” Bakugo huffs. He can actually think clearly now that he doesn't feel like he is on the brink of major organ failure. He doesn't get a response and realises he yelled again. The whole reason he got into this mess and he didn't learn a thing.
“Kiri-I” Bakugo reaches up to his eyes to find they are wet, small tears leaving him without permission, just like his bladder did mere minutes earlier.
“I was stuck and I had to go so bad. It hurt so much. I was so scared to get up on the ledge. I'm so glad you are here. I'm sorry for yelling at you. I know you're just stressed and it makes you anxious. I shouldn't have yelled at you.” Without thinning Bakugo lunges his whole body into a hug with Kirishima. Forgetting how he is wet and covered in his own piss and tears.
“I'm sorry too. I should have told you how I was feeling instead of trying to study and pretend I was fine. I'm anxious about failing and about our hero internships, about us and our fights.” Bakugo release when Kirisihma hugs him back and doesn't throw his off to the side like a disgusting used piece of toilet paper.
“I'm sorry I pissed myself too, I know it's not exactly hot to see me like this.” Bakugo laughs pulling away from his boyfriend wiping his eyes with his hands.
“No, but it will be hot to go take a warm shower with you, and then we can make those pancakes you mentioned, and then, since it's sunday, we can sleep all morning and ignore everyone and everything, that sounds good.” Bakugo just nods and lets himself be led over to the door to the roof. Kirishima stops when they reach it.
“Actually…We can't ignore everyone…I'll have to text Kaminari and wake him up because I closed the door behind me.” Kirishima turns around a smiles at Bakugo with a sheepish grin.
“As long as i'm not alone, and you trade pants with me, that's fine.” Bakugo turns around with a smirk on his face.
“Hey? Wait? Trade pants? What? Bakugo wait?” Kirishima follows after him, pulling out his phone and texting Kaminari.
“Hey, either that out I throw your phone off the edge and we both get stuck out here. I already pissed myself so I can wait all day to dry and have someone else find me.” He turns around with a big grin, Kirishima relaxes and runs up to him,
“I thought you were serious!” He laughs.
“I kind of was.” Bakugo says under his breath turning to sit a few feet away from his puddle.
Twenty minutes of obsessive calling and Kaminari was finally opening the roof door in his half asleep state. The dunce's face didn't even notice the wet grey and black almight sweatpants the red head was waddling into the dorm in, not the fact that Bkugo was sporting some skin-tight, CrimsonRiot themed joggers.