✰ Bakugo's POV ✰

'This is what you've always wanted... right, Kachan?'

That was the note Izuku left for me before he took his own life.
Or should I say..
before I killed him.

After his funeral, there were rumours about me 'taking it too far' and because of that, nobody wanted anything to do with me.
All of my friends gradually drifted away from me until I was left completely alone, and I began to think that if everyone truly hated me for what I've done, then it would  probably be best for me to just, stay away. That way I wouldn't risk hurting anyone any more than I already have...

That's why I spent the majority of my time in complete self isolation, both at school, and at home, only leaving my room to eat dinner or go to school, sometimes not even doing that much.

Izuku's death was the turning point, and I never said anything rude or harsh again.

When the time for the UA entrance exam came around, I was hesitant as to wether or not I should even try. But I decided to go, since I knew that that's what Izuku would have done, and I somehow ended up being accepted.

It was mid-January, and the anniversary of Izuku's death was just 3 months away.

Almost 2 years now...
I stare at the floor of my dorm room. It was probably around 3am and I still hadn't been able to sleep, although it's not like I cared.
I didn't even notice that my window was still left wide open, allowing all the snow and wintery air to blow inside.

I figured that since I probably wouldn't be able to sleep again I would just finish all of the homework assigned for that week, so I spent the next hour or so mindlessly finishing assignments. Once I had finished that, I looked at my clock.
4:30... I'll probably have time to go visit Izuku and be back in time without anyone noticing... I stood up and shoved on some sneakers and a black hoodie, then hastily ran out of my window on the third floor, only to land in the snow much louder than intended. Oh shit... hope nobody heard that, especially since Mr. Aizawa practically murdered Kaminari when he caught him sneaking out to trade snacks with class B for the 27th time this month..

             ✰ Kirishima's POV ✰

Annnd he's at it again, sneaking around is so not manly bakubro!

But wait...

what if bakubro is doing some non-manly stuff.... maybe I should follow him just to be sure.......
NO WHAT AM I THINKING?!? THAT WOULDN'T BE MANLY AT ALL I CAN'T DO THAT!!!

...........

✰ Kirishima followed him anyways ✰

I slipped on some manly shoes and a duffel coat to complete my manly appearance, then I went outside (the normal way) and started cautiously following Bakubro's footprints from a distance.

Suspicious.... why would he go to a place like this?? The place I was staring at was a flower shop. And bakugo had just exited, carrying a small purple bag in his hand. I'm so confused....
wait... are flowers actually really manly and I just didn't know about it?!?

I followed him in manly silence as we walked through the snow for what felt like forever, until bakubro finally stopped in front of a grave stone.

Wait what???? When did we get to the cemetery?!? I must've been so focused on stepping in bakubro's footprints that I didn't even notice where we were going... but why a cemetery bakubro?? Is this where he's been sneaking off to every morning? Honouring the dead is so manly!! Clearly nothing suspicious is going on here so...I should go-

✰ Manly Kirishima's curiosity got the better of him, so he stayed to see what would happen next ✰

✰ Bakugo's POV ✰

I reached into the small bag and pulled out a tiny bouquet of miniature orange flowers all tied together with a dark emerald green ribbon and placed it next to the grave of Izuku Midoriya.

Hello again izuku.... and I'm sorry again.
...... here, you can have this... I pulled out my limited edition All Might Collectable Card (the one we had gotten when we were kids), placing it next to the flowers.
I just wish... I hadn't been such a damn idiot... I wish I could apologize to you for all that I did....

I clenched my teeth in frustration with myself, a small tear ready to slide down my cheek...
had I not heard a large twig snap behind me, and a large figure fall into the snow with a loud thud.

"Oh crap...."

I turned around, quickly wiping away my tears. It was Shitty Hair... and he was wearing some stupid freaking trench coat like he was one of those idiots on TV.

"Oi Shitty Hair, why the hell are you here??" I tried to cover the sadness in my voice, but it ended up failing miserably, and Kirishima noticed that something was off.

" Bakubro? You okay man?"

"IM FINE.."

"Ya sure man?"

"Yes, like I said before..... I'm.. fine.." I looked back at Izuku's grave, and my eyes began to water...

"... so umm, bakubro, why are you here?"

" more like why are you here.?"

"W-well UHmm... I may have uhhm... followed... you?"

"Yea, I get that much."

"Ahaaa...."

" but Bakubro, seriously, why are ya here?!"

"... it's none of your business, Shitty Hair..."

" Hey, C'mon man, we're friends right? You can tell me anything!"

" Like I Said... It's None Of Your Business. Now hurry up, we gotta go back before Aizawa notices we're gone."

Kirishima looked at me with a concerned expression and opened his mouth to say something...
but instead just followed close behind me without saying a word.