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Where are you, idiot?
The message was on his screen, but Kirishima couldn’t do anything but stare at it.
He had never ignored a message from Bakugou before. He had always rushed to answer. He knew he was one of, if not the only, person Bakugou texted regularly, and it was something that he would grin over whenever it was pointed out.
Bakugou was his friend. Best friend was a better name for it. He didn’t remember a time before he knew him anymore. They had moved in together shortly after graduating UA and it became a habit to check in on each other when one of them was running late getting home.
Today though, he could only stare at the message in his notifications. He was on strict orders. No contact with anyone till the mission was over. A mission he had been ordered to not tell anyone about, not even those closest to him. He was leaving abroad in a couple of minutes. He was already sitting on the jet, and the message he got from Bakugou made him rethink if he should have even taken the mission.
“Everything okay, Riot?” Fat Gum asked him, sitting across from him.
“I- yeah, everything is fine,” Kirishima told him. He turned his phone off with a bit of a shake in his hand. Trying to tell himself that the sooner he left on this mission, the sooner he could get back and explain to Bakugou what happened.
Almost as soon as Kirishima had turned off his phone, someone that worked for the Hero Commission came by to pick it up. A way to assure that he wouldn’t be contacting anyone while he was away. Kirishima couldn’t help but wonder if he should have risked one last message to Bakugou.
*
Kirishima wasn’t answering his phone.
Bakugou had called him about ten times in the last hour. He should have been back by now. Bakugou looked around their shared apartment. A twist of worry in his gut as he tried to decide what to do. He picked up his phone once more, dialing Fat Gum’s agency. If anyone knew what was going on, it would be Fat Gum after all.
The phone rang four times before it was picked up.
“Fat Gum Agency, how can I help you?” the receptionist said in a cheery tone.
“I’m trying to get in contact with Red Riot, this is Dynamight,” Bakugou went straight to the point, giving his hero name in order to add some urgency to the matter.
“Oh, sure, give me a second, sir.” Bakugou could hear the receptionist clicking away at her computer. “He already went home for the day. I could leave a message for when he comes in for patrol tomorrow,” the receptionist offered.
Bakugou frowned. “Is Fat Gum in?”
“No, sorry, he is not here either,” the receptionist told him.
Bakugou hung up without waiting for the receptionist to tell him if he wanted to leave a message. The panic started to settle in his chest as he tried to think where Kirishima could be. He sent messages to their friends, asking if anyone had seen Kirishima, but all he got was a no from every single one of them.
His mind was spiraling.
What if something had happened to Kirishima on his way home? What if a villain had attacked him? Or he had been kidnapped? No, he couldn’t think like that. He couldn’t let his mind go wild.
He sent Kirishima another message:
You better get home safe.
*
A mission. Kirishima was on a mission. No one would tell him, but he knew it was the only explanation for why no one from Fat Gum’s agency was panicking over a missing hero. Bakugou had to call out of work for the first time ever. He sat on the couch, staring at his phone, knowing very well that he wouldn’t get an answer no matter how much he tried.
Even then, he couldn’t help but send message after message.
He wondered if Kirishima could even see them, and how long until he got home.
*
First day away:
You could have told me you had a mission.
Why the fuck is no one telling me shit?
Be careful, Red.
Second day away:
When are you coming back?
I need you to fucking know that you’re in deep shit when you get back.
Third day away:
I miss you
Miss you being a fucking idiot
Fourth day away:
I hope you’re fucking eating properly and not just eating shitty fast food.
Fifth day away:
How many times do I have to tell you to stop buying random shit online??? Your package got here today. It’s fucking huge.
Sixth day away:
Ei, please get back in one piece.
Seventh day away:
I had a horrible day today… I wish you were here.
Eighth day away
The idiots keep asking about you. You owe me some food when you get back. I can’t deal with them anymore.
Ninth day away:
Why the fuck won’t you answer me?
I’m starting to get worried…
Tenth day away:
You still need to pay for your fucking half of the rent, shitty hair.
Eleventh day away:
The idiots talked me into going out tonight. I really don’t want to go if you aren’t there.
Eiji
Eijirou, I misss you so fucjing bad
I lvode yofu
I anna kiss your sdutpid dumb face
Pleade come back to me
Twelfth day away:
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck
Please pretend you never got those
I never meant to say it like this…
Please don’t hate me.
Fifteenth day away:
I was trying to not make a fool of myself again… but I’m missing you a lot right now.
I don’t even know if you’re getting any of these messages.
Please come home in one piece, Red.
I need you to be okay.
I hope you’re okay.
Sixteenth day away:
I found one of your hoodies. Hope you don’t mind if I use it.
I’ll wash it when you get back.
It smells like you.
Eighteenth day away:
Fucking shit, I don’t even know if you feel the same way I feel about you.
I don’t know if you will ever read these.
All I know is that I’ve been a mess without you and I can’t believe I never fucking told you after all these years
I always thought that losing you as a friend was too big of a risk but now… I feel like a fucking idiot.
Nineteenth day away:
I hope your mission is going alright.
Love you, Ei.
Twentieth day away:
*Picture of Bakugou wearing a Crimson Riot Hoodie, eyes red as if he has been crying*
I’m not giving this back. It’s mine now.
Come back already, you idiot.
Miss you
Twenty-third day away:
I saw you on the news today. I’m proud of you, Ei. You did a great job.
I hope this means you’re coming back soon. You look so tired.
I’ll make all of your favorite foods.
Love you
Twenty-fifth day away:
Don’t want to rush you… but it feels like you’re taking your sweet ass time now.
Love you
Twenty-sixth day away:
Your hoodie doesn’t smell like you anymore.
Twenty-seventh day away:
Please get back here in one piece.
*
Kirishima read the messages with a lump in his throat. He had gotten his phone back not even five minutes ago and he was already itching to get back. Tears filled up his eyes as he scrolled down further. Bakugou loved him.
His heart fluttered as he tried to remain as visually calm as possible. Fat Gum was currently driving him home, talking about how he had the next couple of days off. Kirishima didn’t really respond with more than a few sounds of affirmation.
Fat Gum probably believed it was due to him being tired. They had landed a bit past three in the morning. Kirishima had gotten his phone shortly after, and now, he was counting down the seconds before he got home.
They pulled up in front of his apartment building. He could feel his nerves wavering. Even though he had read every message he still didn’t believe that it was real. He wanted it to be real. Kirishima thanked Fat Gum for the ride before taking a breath. His hand was already finding his keys as he walked towards their apartment.
He suppressed the urge to run the whole way, only because he didn’t want to alarm anyone. Once he finally got to their door, he took a shaky breath and opened the door as quietly as he could. The apartment was silent. He took a couple of of steps in, dropping his bags softly by the entrance before taking off his shoes. He walked slowly if only to not make a sound, but he headed towards Bakugou’s room instead of his own.
The blond had his door wide open but Bakugou wasn’t there. Kirishima frowned slightly, his heart dropping as he wondered where his best friend could be. What if Bakugou was sleeping in his room? It couldn’t be… could it? Kirishima headed to his room just as quietly.
His eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough that he could see Bakugou in his bed immediately. He couldn’t help but smile as he noticed that Bakugou was sleeping in his hoodie. He only paused to take in how beautiful Bakugou looked before rushing forward as quietly as he could. Getting into the bed and pulling Bakugou towards him. Hesitating before kissing the blond’s forehead.
Bakugou started stirring in his sleep.
“Hey, Kats,” Kirishima whispered. “I’m home.”
Bakugou snuggled against Kirishima’s chest with a happy sigh before suddenly pulling away, eyes wide. He was taking Kirishima in for what felt like an eternity, then his hand lifted to cup Kirishima’s face. “You’re home,” Bakugou said breathlessly.
“I came back to you,” Kirishima confirmed as he turned his head to kiss Bakugou’s palm.
Bakugou’s face turned a very pretty red as he blushed. “So, you read my-” he cut himself off, as if unsure if he should even say it.
“All of them,” Kirishima nodded. “I love you too, Katsuki.”
Kirishima leaned forward, their lips meeting for a soft kiss, then another, and another.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Bakugou mumbled against his lips after a while.
“Sorry I wasn’t able to tell you about the mission,” Kirishima apologized.
Bakugou shook his head before burying his face against Kirishima’s neck. “I understand. It sucked that you weren’t here though.”
“I noticed,” Kirishima chuckled at the memory of some of the messages he had read.
“You must be exhausted,” Bakugou told him, pulling away to look into Kirishima’s eyes. He brushed a couple of stray red strands of hair away from his face.
“Yeah… I don’t remember how long it’s been since I slept,” he tried to shrug but Bakugou frowned.
“Get some sleep, Love,” Bakugou told him.
“Only if you stay with me,” Kirishima retorted, arms tightening slightly around Bakugou.
“Always.”