Bakushima | I'm sorry, I can't... I'm a vampire

Chapter 5: Will you follow your heart?

Kirishima stormed into Urban Gentleman and walked angrily to the back of the store where the employee room was awaiting him. Eyes of worried customers followed him as he quickly strode past them.

Kirishima couldn't even begin to process what just happened in the past hour. His emotions were a rollercoaster and it was starting to give him a migraine going from ecstatic to dejected to frustrated. Everything in his life was going downhill again, right when everything had been looking up for him.

Why?

Why did this have to happen to him?

Eijiro slammed his fist into the coffee table, almost causing the fresh pot of boiling black coffee to spill over onto him.

He hated this situation, but he hated himself more. How could he- how could he still want to be with Bakugo after everything the guy did to Izuku.

How could he be so selfish?

Deep down Kirishima so desperately wanted things to work out, for everything to smooth over like it was okay now. For the first time he finally found someone that he could actually be happy with and they turn out to be the one person he's been trying to beat to a bloody pulp for years.

Kirishima took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Count to ten Eijiro, count to ten. Don't smash the table to bits, you're at work.

Unwillingly he began, "One.... two.... three... four... five," But soon he began to speed up as he saw Bakugo's face flash in his mind. He wanted to knock his lights out, "Six.Seven.Eight.Nine.Ten. ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHH." The red head slammed his fist into the coffee pot, shattering it. The dark liquid splashed up like a tidal wave but he quickly dodge it with his super speed, letting it splash and collide with the white floor tiles.

Suddenly his stoic manager strolled in calmly, "What's going on in here Kirishima?"

The black haired man looked at the red head with pity, he could tell something truly horrible must've happened for such a radiant and bubbly guy to be this upset.

"...It's nothing. I'm sorry Aizawa I'm really clumsy this morning so I dropped the pot. I'll clean this up immediately," Kirishima began to grab a roll of paper towel off the table, bending down on his knees he began to wipe up the mess he made, careful not to cut himself on the glass so the older man wouldn't be a witness to his super healing. 

"A coffee pot doesn't shatter after one drop," He sighed deeply almost as if he didn't want to say his next words, "Boy trouble?"

At that Kirishima completely froze like a deer in headlights, how could Aizawa possibly know that.

"Ho-how did you know?" Kirishima said timidly not making eye contact with the tired looking but extremely handsome man.

"Theres only two reasons a man would be so upset he would break a coffee pot with the boiling hot coffee still in it- money problems or love problems. I already assumed you don't have any issues when it comes to money since you work here, so it had to be the latter."

"Ughhhh," Kirishima growled, "You're right, it's really complicated and I have no idea what's the right thing for me to do."

"Go with your heart, ignore your brain and all those negative thoughts it spits out, or you'll regret it later. "That's an old man's advice to you."

With that Aizawa turned and walked back to the sales floor leaving Kirishima to clean up the mess in silence.

He pondered the thought. "Go with your heart?... But what if my heart is wrong in this case, what then?," He whispered quietly.