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-Kirishima focused-
Kirishima woke up with a huge headache, it was still dark out when he awoke the first time and everyone was still asleep. He pulled the blankets over his head, trying to block out as much light as possible. Kirishima had only closed his eyes for what felt like a few seconds, he heard someone pounding on his door. Was it seven am already? All he wanted was to sleep off whatever was hurting his body so much.
"Sh**y Hair! You're gonna be late if you don't get the hell up right now!" Bakugo yelled through the door, Kirishima was having trouble making sense what his best friend was saying, his stomach was killing him. He buried himself further under the covers, vaguely hearing the door open, letting in Bakugo. "Did ya hear me? we're gonna be late for school and Aizawa is gonna be p**sed if we are."
"Go on without me, I'll catch up," mumbled Kirishima into the pillow, "Just five more minutes."
-Bakugo focused-
Bakugo had this weird feeling in his chest, like if he left Kirishima and went to school, something bad would happen. Concern? He hadn't felt this feeling since he was four years old and that sh**y Deku hadn't come to school for three days. But this wasn't sh**y Deku, this was Kirishima, the closest person he'd ever been friends with, his crush. Bakugo sat down on the bed next to Kirishima and felt he forehead. Yep, his theory was correct. "Kiri, are you sick?"
Kirishima bolted right up, "I am not sick!" he protested, he had sat up so quickly he fell off the bed and onto the floor, "ow..."
Bakugo huffed and pulled out his phone.
^^^
ME: Sh**y Hair is sick, tell Aizawa I'm staying with him, make sure he doesn't die or some sh*t
DEKU: Oki, Kacchan!!~ keep him hydrated ;)
ME: F**k you
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Bakugo put away his phone and looked down at Kirishima, who had fallen asleep on the floor. He was paler then Bakugo had ever seen him before and was burning up while shivering at the same time. Bakugo went back to his room and quickly changed out of his school uniform and into some relaxed clothes. When he came back, Kirishima was awake but still on the floor.
"H-hey, Bakugo, w-why aren't you in class?" the red head asked, looking up at him, holding his arms sensitively around his middle.
"Because I need to make sure you don't do anything stupid or die of compilations, or some sh*t," Bakugo huffed, he noted that Kirishima seemed to be hurting but knowing him, Kirishima would most likely not tell him unless he pushed, and Bakugo didn't want to push if he was really sick, "you really shouldn't lay on the floor when your sick.'
"Well, I'm not sick, and you should be in class, I'll be there in a bit," Kirishima tried reason but was over-ruled by a coughing fit.
"Tch," Bakugo waited till the coughs stopped before picking him up and putting him back on the bed, Kirishima blushed beat red.
"Y-you didn't have to do that, I could have gotten up myself," Kirishima complained, looking away. And people thought Bakugo was stubborn.
"Sure," Bakugo smirked slightly, but it quickly faded when he saw Kirishima fall back down on the bed, crossing his arms over his stomach again, failing to keep in a pained whimper.
"Kiri, what hurts?" asked Bakugo, knowing exactly what was wrong but he wanted to give him a chance to answer before resorting to pushing.
"N-n-nothing, I'm f-fine," Kirishima lied, and it was obvious, he wouldn't look them in the eye when he lied, "So you can go to class, if you leave now, you can still catch homeroom,"
Bakugo rolled his eyes, "Look, Sh**y Hair, you're sick, say what you want but that doesn't change the fact you're not feeling well, and missing one or two days of school won't kill you." He was getting annoyed how stubborn Kirishima was being, they had been hanging out for way too long and his personality was rubbing off on the red head.
What was he supposed to do?