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It's the middle of the night when Shouta is awoken with a loud banging on his door. He consider ignoring it, but it's pouring down rain and it could possibly be someone he cares about hurt. He does his best to get his prosthetic on quickly, but his fingers often cramp after unuse - sleeping - and it's difficult to get them to work properly for five or so minutes.
The pounding is incessant by the time he limps to the door. His irritated retort dies when he's faced with Bakugou slouched on his doorstep. The teenager looks dejected and Shouta suspects not all the wet trails on his cheeks are from the rain.
"Bakugou, what are you doing here?"
"I didn't know where else to go." He shrugs and stares at a far off space behind him.
His heart aches for the boy, he can't imagine how hard it's been figuring out what life is like post war and everything that had happened. Shifting to the side, he motions him through.
"Don't sit anywhere, I'll get you dry clothes."
He grunts an affirmative. They hang loose on Bakugou, dipping low enough for Shouta to trace the sharp collarbones with his eyes when he sits next to him on the couch with a fresh cup of coffee. He lets the silence comfortably blanket the room until Bakugou speaks.
"Does it always hurt when it rains?"
Shouta thinks of the dull throb his leg is currently enduring. "In my experience, yes."
"Fucking great," he mutters.
Bakugou doesn't look directly at him, but he sees the endless despair and uncertainty like he's staring at himself in the mirror. It makes his heart break. It's one thing for a 30 year old man to look like that, but Bakugou’s still young. He sighs deeply and sets his mug on the table before holding an arm out as an invitation.
"Come 'ere."
He glances over at him, brows furrowed. "Why?"
"Nevermind, then."
He starts to drop the arm, and Bakugou scrambles across the couch to climb into his lap, burying his face into his throat. There's warm wetness on his skin, and Shouta sifts his fingers through the rain drenched hair.
"You'll go back to the dorms in the morning."