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Fuck, fuck, fuck !
Bakugo Katsuki was many things, a dumbass included, not that he’d ever admit to that.
It had been a day where he’d been assigned to a more obscure city, one quite a distance from any hero organization. A city so small it didn’t have one of its own .
Originally, it was supposed to be more of a day for him to relax and (hopefully) increase his public image a bit, the guy wasn’t always a living embodiment of rage.
But no, some shit eating villain with a fucking blizzard quirk had to ruin his plans.
He couldn’t work a sweat up that was worth a damn. All he got was a few sparks and that was it.
It was so cold he could feel his blood start to slow while he shivered.
When he’d finally decided to radio in to ask for help, it dawned on him he’d have to keep the villain distracted for at least another thirty minutes till help could get there.
I mean, there weren’t any heroes in the town besides himself anyways.
But of course Deku, shitty motherfucking Deku, had to be on his way home from doing fuck knows what. Probably some panel or some shit.
So of course Bakugou’s hero alert was sent back to not only H.Q. but any other heroes that happened to be nearby.
So of course the shitty nerd came, running straight towards the villain in nothing but green cargo shorts and a t-shirt that had the kanji for “t-shirt” on it. Not that they weren’t on friendly terms nowadays, he still harbored a bit of resentment towards the man still. More so out of having been that way for several years than actually hating him, he still had to learn how to get over that.
He successfully captured the villain in under five minutes while Katsuki has struggled with it for thirty five? Freezing his ass off .
Bullshit.
And of course the small town’s news station was on their dicks as soon as the villain had been taken into custody.
When he later watched over the short interview, they both didn’t look great but did they really have to use a picture of him wrapped up in a blanket with a nose as red as cherry, for the thumbnail?
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Geez I feel like fucking shit.
His stomach rumbled, causing him to look down at it before skeptically eyeing the basket sitting on the counter.
Mina had been over earlier, but had three ants following her, otherwise known as Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero.
They’d all contributed to the care package that he’d managed to set on the counter before flopping back into the couch, sniffling into its cushions. Passing out.
He woke up two and a half hours later, not feeling any better.
How could I, the number two hero, Bakugou fucking Katsuki, be sick? It was bullshit really, but what else could a man do?
“Godfuck, I sound like that prick Eijirou.” he grumbled to himself after thinking “manly” thoughts.
His stomach started to get a bit incessant and growled even louder than the first time. He fought the urge to growl back at himself, simply out of pure pettiness.
Stumbling, he got up and waddled over to the kitchen. Pulling a can of chicken soup out of the care package, not hearing the light knocks on the door.
God this is so fucking demeaning, canned soup. Canned god damn soup.
He pulled out a can opener, lining it up and pressing down, but fumbled to turn the handle.
A wave of lightheadedness hit the blonde, causing him to drop the can opener and grip the counter.
What was this shit? Was he seriously about to faint?
And then, “Kacchan, are you alright?”
FUCKING SHIT. WHY THE FUCK WAS THE NERD BACK? Katsuki could not deal.
The green-haired man walked up to the blonde, immediately offering his help.
“Put your arm around my - Or just fall on me, that works too.”
Katsuki had completely lost all strength, not even knowing why. He just felt so weak and couldn’t bear to stand anymore. At least Deku was there to catch him.
Swiftly, Izuku scooped up the blonde and laid him back on the ‘L’ shaped couch to where he was sitting with his legs going across the length of it, but still sitting up in the corner.
All Katsuki could do was watch as his friend opened the can and microwaved it for him.
When he came back, he sat upright on the shorter part of the couch and handed the bowl to Katsuki. Only to realize the man was shaking so bad that he spilled most of the spoonful he’d retrieved from the bowl.
He grabbed the bowl and the spoon and went to feed the blonde.
“The hell you think you’re doing nerd?”
“You looked like an old person Kacchan, you would have had two drops per bite if I let you feed yourself. Plus, it would get cold before you even ate half of it. Just let me feed you, old man.” Izuku added the last part on with a teasing smirk.
For once, Katsuki was glad he naturally flushed when he got sick, because it hid the new one coming from receiving that smirk.
Reluctantly, his mouth opened, which caused Izuku to smile victoriously.
The nerd was trying to kill him, but only if Katsuki didn’t kill him first for his continuous teasing.
“Kacchan, open wide for the airplane! Choo choo! Here comes the train Kacchan!”
Katsuki swore that he was secretly a sadist, with how much he tormented him.
When he finally finished his torture session meal, Izuku washed the bowl and spoon before. . . heading down his hall?
When he emerged from the hall, he wore some old basketball shorts, drawstring pulled out half a foot to fit his hips. As well as one of Katsuki’s old skull t-shirts.
“What do you think you’re doing?” it was meant to sound intimidating but his voice was still hoarse so it came out weak.
“You’re not alert enough to stay by yourself, I’m spending the night.”
All that came in response was a grumble, he wasn’t exactly in good enough shape to fight him on this.
Izuku plopped next to him and flipped on the t.v. turning down the volume.
Katsuki wanted to sleep but wasn’t going to voice this to the man whose eyes were glued to the t.v.
He came upon an All Might documentary, one he’s watched who knows how many times. It still enraptured him the moment the channels changed and said movie lit up the screen.
Katsuki just leaned back and closed his eyes, eventually he felt a little cold and not being entirely awake, he leaned into the source of heat next to him.
Izuku looked down to see Katsuki’s eyes fluttering lightly as he leaned into his side. He grabbed a conveniently placed blanket off the back of the couch and placed it over the two of them. Laying down and pulling Katsuki closer to him before continuing to watch the movie, a small smile on his face.