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After 10 years, 17 minutes, and 34 seconds Kirishima finally was able to get top surgery. It only took convincing 7 doctors that, yes he really did want to go through with this and no, he wouldn’t regret it. And after all of that, he had to somehow get enough money to pay for the surgery. Luckily, his moms were willing to help some and his internship with Fatgum paid rather well, so he didn’t have to worry about that too much. So overall the process wasn’t too bad.
Actually that was a lie. The process wasn’t too bad until the surgeon (the one who agreed to actually perform the surgery, Dr. Suzuki is a true ally) informed him that he wouldn’t be able to do any heavy lifting or training for awhile. When Kirishima asked her if that extended to training she shot him a look so disappointed he wondered if she was distantly related to Aizawa-sensei. So that part really sucked. Like, really sucked. She informed him that he would have to stay out of school for about 2 weeks, and out of working out and training for 6. Kirishima was heartbroken.
After that he had to work things out with UA. His teachers and principal were very understanding and helpful, even though Aizawa-sensei made sure to let him know he wouldn’t get to skip out on any classwork. In fact, Aizawa decided that he didn’t trust Kirishima not to do anything stupid (which he couldn’t really argue with) so Bakugou was tasked with keeping an eye on him for those 2 weeks. As much as Kirishima loved his boyfriend and wanted to spend a whole bunch of time with him, he knew that Bakugou wouldn’t let him get away with anything.
In the end, he obviously went through it. His moms brought him to the hospital and when he woke up after the surgery Bakugou was sitting in the chair next to his bed reading a book. Kirishima wasn’t ashamed to admit he cried a little (and by a little he meant a lot , which kind of scared Bakugou because having your boyfriend wake up from an important surgery and immediately break into tears is terrifying sue him) so having his loved ones there really helped out.
The 3 days spent in the hospital were very boring but Kirishima was enjoying his new body and made sure to let everyone know it. He informed Bakugou that he would ‘never wear a shirt again’ because he was that proud. He made friends with all of his nurses (who agreed with him that his new scars were very manly and needed to be shown off, take that Bakugou walking around shirtless is an amazing idea) and Dr. Suzuki made sure to visit him once he was being sent home.
However, returning to the dorms brought upon a whole new struggle.
“Katsuki,” Kirishima whined out from where he was laying on his bed, “I’m bored.”
Bakugou sighed for what felt like the millionth time in the one day Kirishima had been back. “I know, but the doctor fucking told you to lay in bed and rest. Tearing something right now would fucking suck.” He stopped messing with the water bottle in his hand to look over his shoulder at Kirishima. “Didn’t Sparky give you a whole list of movies to watch? Pick one and I’ll put it on for you after you take your meds.”
“Today would’ve been leg day…” Kirishima sniffled.
“Please just take your fucking pain medicine and pick a movie.”
“So, Kirishima, what do you miss the most about class? Is it my amazing sense of humor or is it my beautiful smile.” Kaminari teased from where he was sat at the end of Kirishima’s bed, with said redhead’s feet in his lap.
Bakugou glared up from where he was finishing the classwork Kaminari had brought up to him, “If you make him sad I will end your life so quickly you won’t have time to make one last shitty joke.”
Kaminari laughed, waving a hand absentmindedly in Bakugou’s direction. “Yeah, yeah I love you too. So, Kirishima?”
Kirishima looked up from his phone, locking eyes with Kaminari. “I miss my weights the most.”
“Wow.”
“Eijirou I swear to whatever God is out there if you don’t fucking put that box down right this fucking second-”
Kirishima stilled, looking nervously over his shoulder. “But babe it’s just a box…”
Bakugou walked over, glaring as he took the box out of Kirishima’s hands. “A box full of-- Eijirou what the fuck is even in this box?”
“My crocs…”
“How are you feeling today? Any pain or discomfort?” Bakugou asked, standing in front of him, assessing his chest for any of the signs that Dr. Suzuki warned him about. Kirishima hummed in response, his mind clearly elsewhere. Bakugou nudged his head. “Hey fucker I’m talking to you.”
“Oh!” Kirishima laughed, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. “Sorry! Everything feels fine, I’m ready to go back to class tomorrow.” He smiled happily.
Bakugou sat down so they were eye level. He raised an eyebrow, “You aren’t lying to me right? Cause I swear Eijirou if you are hurting in anyway-”
“I’m fine!” Kirishima laughed, “I know I’ve been trouble lately-”
“‘Trouble’ isn’t the word I’d use.”
“ANYWAY, back to what I was saying. I know I’ve been causing you stress recently but I wouldn’t lie to you. I can’t wait to get back to class and start training again.”
Bakugou looked at him blankly, “You still can’t work out for another 4 weeks.”
“Fuck.”
Kirishima watched Midoriya and Iida spar from his spot next to Aizawa, letting out a small hum as Iida dodged a punch. “I miss that…” He sighed out.
Aizawa looked at him, “You mean fighting in general or dodging Midoriya’s punches?”
“Both.”
“How much money do you think it would take to bribe Recovery Girl into healing me enough that I could be cleared for working out again?”
Bakugou snorted, “Are you that desperate? I thought you wanted to do this the, and I quote, ‘manly way?’”
Kirishima looked at his boyfriend, “If I don’t punch something in the next 2 minutes I’m going to die. I never thought I would miss working out this much. Babe you don’t understand, my muscles. They need this. They need to feel alive again.”
“Only 2 more weeks you dramatic fuck.”
“So Kirishima,” Dr. Suzuki smiled at the redhead sitting across from her, “this is your last check up appointment. How are you feeling?”
Kirishima laughed, “Restless.”
Dr. Suzuki nodded, “Most patients tend to struggle with the resting period, but I understand that being in the hero course must have made it that much harder.”
“Yeah,” Kirishima agreed, “I’m pretty sure I drove my boyfriend crazy.”
Dr. Suzuki laughed, checking a couple things off her clipboard before continuing on with the appointment. After some tests, she handed Kirishima his shirt back with a smile. “Well good news for you and that boyfriend of yours, you are in the clear to start working out again. Just make sure to start off easy and rest when needed.” She smiled, reaching out a hand for Kirishima to shake.
Kirishima thanked her with enthusiasm before busting out of the room and wrapping Bakugou up in a big hug. Bakugou chuckled as he returned the hug just as intensely, “I take it you are in the fucking clear?”
Kirishima’s smile lit up the room, “I can’t wait to punch Kaminari in the face for forcing me to watch all the Shrek movies in a row.”
“Glad to have you back to 100% Shitty Hair.”