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After the bakudeku fight at ground beta?
Also this can be read as platonic or romantic
word count: 754
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Maybe fighting the Deku and getting house arrest the first day in the dorms,,, wasn’t the smartest move. He did admit that, but not until he was standing in front of Kirishima’s door, still bloody and sweaty. He knocked already so it was too late to back out now.
He heard an “im coming” grumbled from the other side of the door, Kirishima must’ve just fallen asleep or else he wouldn’t have woken up at all. When the door opened Bakugous eyes were trained on the ground, but he could still picture the widening of Kirishima’s eyes after the gasp he let out.
“Dude, what happened? C’mere let’s get you patched up.” He urged Bakugou into the room, flicking on a lamp and grabbing the first aid kit from the bathroom. Bakugou had been in his room before, so he was comfortable enough to place himself on Kirishima’s bed. He had his legs crossed, head down, and palms up in his lap. He looked tired.
Kirishima sat beside him, facing his friend with the kit in his lap. He opened it and grabbed the peroxide and cotton to clean the wounds. He got started with the ones on the arm closest to him and Bakugous raw palms.
“I fought Deku,” Bakugou said eventually, he looked up and met Kirishimas eyes “and I won.”
Kirishima didn’t know what he expected, but that wasn’t the most shocking thing for Bakugou to say. The only thought he had was what Midoriya looked like if Bakugou won and were so beat up.
“Why?” is all Kirishima said back. He had paused his work when Bakugou started talking but started up again since he had access to his face now. The blonde flinched at the touch and hiss at the sting of peroxide on his cheek. They kept the silence again for a bit, then Bakugous whole face was cleaned up and Kirishima moved to his other arm. That’s when he saw the drips clinging to Bakugous jaw.
“He makes me feel weak Ei, and all I know how to do is fight.” Bakugou’s voice was shaky at best as he spoke and it was the last thing Kirishima had expected to hear.
Bakugou was looking at Kirishima once again with eyes red, tear stains on his face, and the bandaids Kirishima had just placed there. His heart broke. He knew that fighting wasn’t a good option in letting out his feelings, no one knew how much Bakugou had been working on it though. In the privacy of the dorms, Bakugou was starting to work on it, even before then. He would talk to Kirishima instead, train or run as a substitute. It got to be too much sometimes and anger was the only emotion he really ever knew what to do with.
“Oh Kat, I thought we talked about this?” Kirishima chided gently. They had talked about this before, about Bakugou feeling weak. He never told the exact details but from what he’s heard, Midoriyas quirk popped up out of the blue at an extreme level of power, one higher than what Bakugou had been training his to be for a decade.
“Fuck I know, I KNOW Ei. I know its stupid and that im strong but ill never going to be STRONGER than him! I worked so hard and its never enough. Im never enough” he sobbed out the last words.
Kirishima smiled sadly and placed a gentle hand on Bakugous face, wiping his tears with his thumb.
“Kat you are SO strong. You have been through so much and here you are still going, still training. You’re going to be such a great hero someday. And no matter what the rankings are you are number one in my mind. You’re always going to be good enough in my mind, you know that?”
Bakugou nodded, leaning into Kirishimas touch before the redhead just wrapped his arms around the blonde. He let the other boy cry on him till the hiccups subsided. With little effort, he nudged Bakugou off of his shoulder to get him some cleaner clothes from his own drawer. After the blonde changed, they crawled into Kirishima’s bed together. With a small sniffle from Bakugou, Kirishima wrapped his arms around the boy’s waist, spooning him. He placed a kiss in his hair, on top of his head.
“I love you Kat, you know that right?” Kirishima whispered.
“I know, I love you too Ei” the blonde grumbled back before they both drifted into needed sleep.
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Wrote this on two separate days like a month apart. Spot where the writing style changes lmao