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Bakugou knocked on the wall twice, signaling for Kirishima to come in. He then quickly turned to his phone to text him.
[To Riot: will you drop me off some soup, and pocky or smth? maybe spicy Cheetos might be nice too]
[To KingXplode: Sure, I'll have it in 5.]
Bakugou was sick as hell, and Kirishima could sense it. he would never ask for favors unless there was something really wrong. Kirishima ran downstairs to the bodega to get the food, and then went back up to Bakugous room.
"I have the stuff. May I come in?"
"Whatever, come give me the food." He sighs and covers himself in a blanket.
Kirishima walks in and looks around, "Bakugou? Are you alright?"
Bakugou was covered in at least 3 blankets, and papers were strewn about. His arm gauntlets were right behind the door, nearly tripping Kirishima.
It was nothing like Bakugou's normal room set up, which was pretty clean. He even placed a trash can at the head of his bed for the night.
"I'm fine, just give me the damn stuff."
"Bakugou, you're so pale. And your room is messy. Are you sure you don't want any help?"
"I'm sick, but I don't need any help. I'll just lay here until I feel a bit better. You'll see me in class tomorrow, training was just a bit rough, it's probably a 24-hour thing."
"You're never like this. Are you sure it was training? I could take your temperature or something. My momma is a nurse anyway. I'm good at this." He walks closer to the bed to hand him the food.
"Just don't get yourself sick," He stares up at the ceiling, "You don't have to take care of my sick ass. Plus it's not like taking my temperature will help."
"Well yeah but I could help with the pain from training... Wait a second, is that why you left mid training and came back so tired?"
He sighed, "I'm too tired to care."
Kirishima sits on the floor next to him and puts a hand on his forehead, "You're like an oven right now."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"No, it means you have a fever. Are you cold?"
"Cold, but covered in 4 blankets and sweating like a pig... My arms hurt like a motherfucker." He reaches for the bag of food.
"I don't really think those are good for you if you're sick, here how about you eat the pocky, it's pretty light," He hands him the box of pocky, "It's not too bad."
Bakugou takes a bite and sighs, "This is tasteless! It's stupid!"
"It's because you're sick. Do your arms still hurt?"
He nods his head, "Why?"
"Stick it out... I'll give them a massage."
"Those only make it hurt," He sticks his arm out anyway, "Just do it. You're too stubborn not to anyway."
Kirishima grabs the top of his bicep, "Your muscles are really tight, is it from lifting the grenade gauntlets? Those must weigh a ton, and they're always filled to the max,” he says as he continues massaging up and down his arms, feelings as Bakugou's muscles slowly relax.
"Does that feel a bit better?" Kirishima looks up, "Are you always this tense?"
"I don't know what you mean by 'am I always this tense' but I just want them to stop hurting."
"Okay, give me your other arm," Kirishima stands up, "Can I sit on the other side of your bed?"
"You'll get sick."
"I always take a vitamin D tablet just in case," He craws to sit next to him on the bed, "Listen, just relax. Even though you won't heal by morning, at least you won't need to be in pain whenever you even try to move."
Kirishima continued massaging his arm. He'd never been allowed to get that close to the other boy. To feel up and down his arms without protest. It was like Bakugou was another person when he was sick. He was a lot more mellow, and nearly tame. He actually wasn't even as profane as he usually was. And Bakugou arms were so toned, almost as toned as his own. He could just touch and massage them all day.
"Bakugou? Should I try your legs?" He scoots down the bed, "Just tell me when to stop moving up since that can get a bit... Yeah."
"Just get everywhere so I can get to sleep," He yawns, "I'm tired"
"Okay, I'm going to do them," He begins massaging his ankles, "Your legs are even worse... Just lay down and I'll let myself out when we're done."
Kirishima worked his way up Bakugou's legs, when Bakugou suddenly flipped to his side, "Was that-"
He lay asleep on the bed. Kirishima continued massaging his legs before looking up to check if he was actually asleep. He was.
Kirishima smiled and studied his face.
How when he slept his hardened exterior gave way for a tiny smile and him hugging the pillow. Even when he was sick he slept quietly, and peacefully.
If only he could slide in and sleep next to him.
Even if he'd get kicked out in the morning, it was just so tempting to lay right next to his friend and falls asleep too. He could just lay there and....
"Mph," Bakugou grunted as he rolled over.
Kirishima nearly jumped off the bed as he sat back upright. What if Bakugou woke up and found him just laying face to face with him? Would he be okay if Kirishima fell asleep next to him?
Because God he was tired.
So, so tired.
And eventually, he caved.
Bakugou woke up in the middle of the night to find Kirishima sitting right next to him. Based on his position, he most likely just fell asleep from the massage, and Kirishima passed out midway.
He didn't have the heart to get up and disturb Kirishima's rest. He was an ugly sleeper yes, but if he didn't wake up Bakugou then it was only right not to wake him up either.
He turned and checked the time on his phone.
{03:30}
He tried to contain his coughs and movement, knowing that any wrong move could get him sick too. So he was left either practically being spooned by Kirishima, or facing him again as they slept.
He decided to face him. And that was probably the best decision he'd made that night.
It was so clear in the moonlight how attractive Kirishima actually was.
Attractive? It was moments like those when Bakugou would usually push his feelings for his friend away, but that day, he would instead embrace them.
The way when his hair was down he had bangs that fell across his face perfectly. The way his long eyelashes complemented his face so well, and his lips lay ever so slightly apart. His chest rose and fell ever so slightly as he slept.
And he studied all of these until he too had been taken by sleep.
Kirishima woke up a few hours later for school, Bakugou still asleep right next to him. He gently shook him awake.
"Bakugou, school starts in 40 minutes. You sure you want to go? I could bring up some of the work if you're still sick"
"I'm fine. I'm going, I should get ready anyway. I'll see you on the way."
Bakugou gets up and goes to the bathroom while Kirishima goes next door to get himself ready for school.
Bakugou looks at himself in the mirror. He does appear quite sickly; with his blonde hair lacking it's normal puff, pale skin, and even some bags under his eyes. Stupid. He hoped it would just fix itself when he showered.
They met up in the hallway, and Kirishima handed him a water and pocket tissues, "Here. You'll need it. And if you even feel remotely sick, you shouldn't beat yourself up."
He stuffed them into his bag and slung it on, "Whatever, let's go."
"Don't say I didn't tell you," Kirishima winked, and they went off to their classes.
At the end of the day, it was the same thing. Bakugou trained just a bit too hard, and Kirishima knew. Bakugou came to him at the end of the day and put down his gauntlets.
"You were right," he sighed, flopping onto Kirishimas couch, "Do whatever you did yesterday again"
"So I'm your personal chiropractor?" Kirishima grabs his arm and begins to massage it, "You shouldn't be training when you're sneezing all over the place. Here, take a vitamin D."
"This tastes awful."
"You'll feel better if you eat it."
"Fine."
"Anything else?"
"Legs?"
He wouldn't admit it, but he loved it. He loved the feeling of Kirishimas hands all over his arms, massaging all over him. His touch all over his legs, making him relax a bit more every time, and he temporarily forgot the pounding headache from his sickness.
Kirishima loved it too. Tracing all over his body and helping him heal. He never put himself in a position of weakness, but that was as close as it would get for him.
"Are you enjoying this?" He looks up at him, "I mean yeah you are but I rarely see you like this. You're so relaxed. I'm glad that I'm helping you feel like this."
"Shut up shitty hair, that's not what it is"
"Then what is it? Is it because you like me?" He teases, halfway serious.
Bakugou turns bright red and nearly sears the couch with his right hand, "No I don't!"
"Chill out, it was a joke," Kirishima laughs, a slight blush tinting his face, "You're so easily flustered!"
"I'm not easily flustered, just don't make jokes like that!" He puts his hands over his face.
"Says the boy flustered by just that idea."
"You are too, shut up!"
"Well if we're both flustered, does that mean I was right?!" Kirishima nearly shouts.
What followed was dead silence.
Bakugou breaks the silence with a soft whisper.
"How'd you know?"
"I didn't," he says quietly.
"Fucking hell..." He lays down, "I'm sorry... I'm being so creepy, letting you take care of me like a child. I'm not a fucking child."
"Calm down, me too..." He looks up, "I do too."
"You like me, so you took care of me while I'm sick to see if I'd actually let you? Well it fucking worked. I... I do too."
He sits on the floor with him, "You do?"
Kirishima nods, "Now what?"
"Then I should probably ask you to be my boyfriend, idiot."
"Then do it."
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
"Yes, Bakugou, I will."