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His head hurt.
It burned.
It was combusting while a pounding pain leapt off of the walls of his mind, back and forth until it practically drove him insane.
He half debated not waking up at all, and just basking in the darkness until the aching soreness went away.
Unfortunately, he was never one to sleep in.
With a sound somewhere in between a groan and a growl, he tugged his heavy eyelids open. Immediately, a wave of dizziness flowed over the explosive blonde.
He smacked his lips, cringing at the dry, acrid taste in his mouth. Yep, this was gonna be a shitty day.
Bakugou got up, wincing at how heavy his head felt. A long, loud sniff alerted him to the fact that he could barely breathe with how congested he was. His head felt oddly heavy, as if someone had superglued a five pound weight to it overnight. Thankfully, the pounding headache had dissipated slightly. Still was pretty shitty, though.
Scowling, Katsuki sat up and literally rolled out of his bed. He fell onto the floor with a thump, before slowly getting onto his feet. The world swung to the side, causing him to press a hand onto his bed to steady himself. Bakugou blinked rapidly, desperately trying to fix his vision.
Out of the corner of his eye, Katsuki caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. His face was flushed, and sweat drenched his forehead, plastering his usually spiky hair onto his head. He shot a glare at his own reflection, and ruffled up his dusty blonde hair so that it stuck up as per usual.
Eventually Bakugou’s equilibrium recovered enough for him to walk. He trudged towards his door. His back felt sickeningly sticky from the sweat, but he felt too tired to change out of it. It wasn’t like he had anywhere to go anyway. It was a Saturday.
An itch at the back if his throat threw him into a coughing fit. A few minutes passed while Katsuki hacked away. He practically sounded like he was dying, and his throat felt like it was dry enough to crack, despite the fact that phlegm was coating the sides of it. Even his lungs were roaring in pain, almost as if his chest was collapsing in on itself.
He continued shambling to his door, still coughing away the last of the pain. Katsuki lifted his hand, which took much more energy than it should have, and wiped the beads of sweat off of his forehead. Even the brief contact caused his head to blossom into an explosion of heat. Yup, this was definitely the flu.
But no damned flu was going to stop Bakugo Katsuki from eating breakfast, because he was as stubborn as a mule, and also was starving because being sick is exhausting. Not that the narrator got lazy and just straight up said that instead of implying it like a good writer.
He slowly made his way downstairs to the first floor, glad that he always woke up earlier than the other idiots in class 1-A. Well, except for Todoroki, but he always woke up at three in the morning and went on a run around the campus, so Katsuki should’ve been spared of interacting with anyone for at least half an hour.
The universe had other plans.
As he headed to the kitchen, a loud snore echoed through the first floor. Bakugou froze, squinting accusingly around the room. His gaze landed on one of the navy blue couches near the kitchen, where a lock of crimson red hair hung over the arm of it. Another booming snore shot through the first floor, aggravating Katsuki’s headache even more.
Bakugou groaned. Of course it was shitty hair. He must’ve fallen asleep during the guys’ late night gaming session yesterday. Sparky, Soy sauce face, and him always stayed up way too late playing Mario Kart on Friday nights. The snores continued to echo from the couch, but Katsuki ignored them, instead electing to attempt to eat breakfast as silently as possible.
He none-to-gently threw open the cupboard and snatched a bowl. Katsuki had to remind himself not to slam the bowl onto the counter, due to his... sound restrictions. After rummaging through the pantry, he grabbed some cereal, it being the easiest breakfast to make at the moment. After dumping a large helping of the bland wheat squares (because no sugary cereal was going to fuck up his chances of being the number one hero), he drowned them in milk.
Bakugou silently shoveled cereal into his mouth. A bout of dizziness rolled over him after the first few bites. Roiling nausea settled in the pit of his stomach. Well shit.
He stood up abruptly, shoving his chair backwards, and consequently knocking it over with a loud clattering sound. Not caring if he woke up Shitty hair anymore, he darted to the bathrooms. Katsuki threw open the door to the bathroom and collapsed onto the tiled floor. Grabbing the rim of the toilet, his entire body recoiled. Bile rose in his throat. His head was spinning as acid rose from his stomach, burning his throat and mouth.
This was definitely going to be a shitty day.
He sat, savoring every second he could share with him.
He looked beautiful. His intense red eyes burned into him, setting his soul aflame. His dusty blonde hair shined, waving slightly in the breeze. His mouth was perked into a smug smirk that drew him in.
And they were so close. His chest was pressed up against his, spreading heat throughout his entire body. His heart was beating at a hundred miles a minute as the blood roared in his ears.
This was it. It was time.
He leaned in, inhaling his scent. He stared into his ruby red eyes, longing to fall into his embrace. They neared one another, lips puckered to meet. One more second and-
CLANG!
He jolted awake with a yelp.
He paused, blinking and glancing around blankly. Kirishima was laying on a couch. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he sat up and yawned. Drowsily, he turned to the side. His gaze was caught by a blonde blur shooting towards the bathroom and throwing open the door with a slam.
“I must be dreaming...” Eijirou mumbled, his eyes wide as dinner plates.
Two seconds later, a hacking sound rang from the bathroom. Trance-like, he lifted his hand and pinched his arm. Nope. Not a dream. One hundred percent, certified real life.
In a flash, he had leapt to his feet and arrived at the bathroom door. Before actually walking into the room, he cautiously knocked on the door, which was still wide open. There was no answer, aside from the heaving sounds and acidic scent of vomit.
Gulping nervously, he peeked into the room. “Hey... uh, you okay?” Kirishima asked, peeking his head around the door frame. His gaze was met with a figure kneeling in front of the toilet. He was curled into himself, holding his stomach as tremors racked his body, ejecting acrid smelling goo into the bowl.
He didn’t respond, being too busy barfing his guts out. Wincing, Eijirou cautiously crept up behind Katsuki and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. He nearly wrenched it away in surprise. Bakugou was hot to the touch, and his back was sticky with sweat. Hopefully his nitroglycerin didn’t end up getting set off.
They sat for a few minutes, over which Kirishima thought the vomiting was beginning to recede. At least, he hoped so. Eventually, the heaving ceased completely.
Katsuki collapsed onto the edge of the toilet, too tired to move. Even his breathing seemed labored.
Eijirou paused. “Ah- uh, just wait here. I’ll get you some... water.” He said, all in one breath. Swiftly, he disappeared off into the kitchen and snatched a glass. Sprinting back into the bathroom, he turned the tap on and filled it. “Er, here you go.” He mumbled, holding the glass of water out to Katsuki.
He turned his gaze towards Kirishima. His ruby red eyes set Eijirou’s heart off, making it beat swifter than a rabbit runs. His beauty couldn’t be rivaled- oh crap. Not the time! He thought, mentally kicking himself.
Bakugou pushed himself upwards, the simple action seeming to take much more effort than it should have. “Go away, Shitty hair.” He grumbled, his voice sounding hoarse. Scowling, he got to his feet. Admittedly, Katsuki’s legs were shaking, but he was still standing.
It didn’t last very long.
He swayed to the side, blinking rapidly. As he attempted to turn and leave, his legs slackened completely. Bakugou fell forward, nearly cracking his head on the tile. Fortunately, Kirishima darted ahead and caught him just before he hit the floor.
“Bakugou? Bakugou?!” He yelped, frantically waving his hand in front of his face. Eijiro gulped, sweat dripping down his neck. He paused for a long moment. A gusty sigh found a way out of his mouth as a worm of worry twisted into his gut. This was gonna be a rough day.
Everything was far too warm for Katsuki’s liking. As if he had managed to get stuck in an oven in his sleep. The only thing that wasn’t burning hot was his forehead, which had something cold and damp on it.
A delicious smell wafted through the air. Something sweet and leafy, paired with a savory scent. Groaning quietly, Bakugo opened his eyes, yawning drowsily as he did so. It was far too bright. Scowling, he sat up, wincing slightly as soreness leapt through his body. He appeared to be sitting on a couch in the ground floor of Height’s Alliance. But why?
A voice met his ears, which sounded infinitely worried, but also happy and comforting in some strange way.
“Bakubro! You’re up!” The voice cheered. It was Shitty hair. Of course it was Shitty hair.
The abrupt sound set off a pounding in Katsuki’s skull. “Ugh. Shut up, Shitty hair.” He grumbled, rubbing the back of his head in a fruitless attempt to stop the painful pounding. “You’re too fucking loud.”
“Oh! Sorry!” Kirishima whisper-hissed and a not-at-all quiet voice. “Just glad you’re feeling better.”
“What the fuck happened?” Bakugou growled, causing Eijirou to wince slightly. He scowled, partially at Shitty hair, and partially because he had accidentally made Shitty hair upset. Of course, you would never hear him say that out loud.
“You fainted.” Kirishima answered quickly. “I ended up taking you to Recovery girl. Turns out you have a really bad case of the flu. She just left you here and told me to take care of you.” He explained. “Speaking of which,” He muttered, grabbing a nearby cup, “She wanted you to take some Advil.”
Bakugou turned and saw that there was a bottle of Advil lying on a nearby table. As his scowl deepened, he none-to-gently snatched the bottle and poured out one of the pills inside. He was about to swallow it when a soft clink sounded from his side.
He glared at Shitty hair out of the corner of his eye, who was placing a glass of water on the table. “You have to drink some water with the pill.” He reminded him, “And you’re supposed to eat some food with it to.”
“Whatever.” He grumbled lowly, chucking the pill in his mouth and taking a long sip of water. At Eijirou’s urging, he drank the rest of the water in small sips, so to avoid the roiling pit of nasuea in his stomach growing out of hand. Once he finished the glass, he shot Shitty haur another glare. “I don’t need anyone to take care of me.” Katsuki spat.
“But you’re sick.” Kirishima said, in a planitive tone of voice that suggested that that was somehow supposed to mean something.
“And?” Bakugou prodded.
“And no one should get stuck alone when they’re sick.” Eijirou insisted, giving Katsuki the look of an abandonded puppy. He felt a tug at his heart. Damn it! He couldn’t resist those puppy dog eyes.
“Ugh, fine. Just don’t be annoying.” He said, finally giving up.
Immediately, a broad grin broke out of Shitty hair’s face. “Will do!”
A heat broke out over Katsuki’s face. Fortunately, the flushing from the fever probably covered it. Or at least, it better have. Kirishima was too damn cute for his own good.
A strange smell wafted through the air. A burnt smell, which was beginning to cover the savory scent. “Did you burn something, Shitty hair?” Bakugou asked.
Eijirou’s eyes grew wide, and he darted to the kitchen. “The soup!” He yelped. A clattering sound was heard, and the running of tap water. Kirishima sighed in relief. “It’s fine!” He shouted from the kitchen, “Mostly.” He added, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
Katsuki snorted, which he immediately regretted as it caused a bout of coughing. Once he had recovered from the coughing fit, he smirked. “You managed to burn soup?” He asked, raising a teasing eyebrow.
“Yeah...” Eijirou mumbled softly. “But I also made tea.” He offered.
Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Why are you so intent on taking care of me anyway?” He grumbled, mostly to himself.
Kirishima’s face instantly flushed bright red. “I- uh, er..” He stammered, freezing in place. “Well, it’s just- ah, Recovery Girl told me to! A-and you’re my friend! I would never turn down a friend in need! That would be too unmanly!”
“I’m not ‘in need’ at all.” Katsuki said, his scowl growing deeper. He wasn’t sure why, but he elected not to comment on Eijirou’s obvious nervousness.
Kirishima grinned. “And I’d never turn down an excuse to hang out with you!” He trilled, his previous anxiety apparently forgotten. Of course, the blush instantly returned to his cheeks the minute he realized how that sounded.
Quickly (and a little clumsily) he snatched a nearby tea pot and speed-walked towards Bakugou. He placed the sweet smelling pot on the table, along with a tea cup. Kirishima kept his gaze glued to the cup as he poured the steaming tea into the lavender cup. He handed it to Katsuki, hand trembling as he desperately fought the blush on his cheeks.
Bakugou smirked at Eijirou, suddenly feeling a lot lighter.
Kirishima sheepishly smiled back.
He swiftly disappeared back into the kitchen, this time returning with a bowl of soup which was emitting a mouth watering, lightly toasted smell. Eijirou handed it to Katsuki, his hand much more steady than before.
Kirishima sat on a nearby couch, still smiling awkwardly.
As Bakugou sipped at the soup, Eijirou mumbled, “So... uh, what now?”
“I don’t know. What kind of stupid stuff do you do on your weekends, Shitty hair?” Katsuki grumbled.
“Ooh! We could watch a movie!”
After a long debate, they decided on watching Civil War, which just happened to be one of the few movie discs they had on hand. As Kirishima stuffed the disc into the dvd player, he turned to sit back on the separate couch, but he was interrupted by Bakugou’s gruff voice. “Y’now, you don’t have to sit all the way over there. I’m not gonna sneeze on you.” Eijirou brightened and began to make his way towards Katsuki’s couch. “Well, not on purpose anyway.” He smirked.
Kirishima laughed, and plopped down right next to Bakugou.
As they sat, Katsuki pointing out every single plot hole he could find, and Kirishima chuckling, he couldn’t help but think that perhaps it wouldn’t be such a shitty day at all.
Of course, you would never hear him say that out loud.