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Bakugou barely remembered the walk back to his own hospital room. Fucking Deku. How dare he have the fucking nerve to be in this shitty condition after Bakugou’s grand and poetic sacrifice? Fucking bullshit is what it is.
I didn’t get a goddamn hole through my stomach and nearly lose the use of my legs just so you could up and die anyway, so wake the hell up soon dammit!
Speaking of said hole in his stomach, it was feeling very warm at the moment. Bakugou glanced irritably down, only to be greeted with the sight of blood seeping through the bandages. The hallway lurched and Bakugou grabbed the railing to keep from falling over.
Apparently, he’d only made it to Deku’s room thanks to adrenaline and rage. Without that his vision was starting to get blurry. He took a rattling breath to try and compose himself.
“Bakugou!”
He knew that voice. And the vibrant shock of red that accompanied it. Hands wrapped themselves around his waist and knees, hoisting him into the air like a goddamn bride.
Kirishima laid him down in his bed and pulled the blanket over his legs before collapsing in a chair like a puppet with his strings cut.
Bakugou watched him warily, taking a few sips of water from the glass on his table.
“Where were you?” Kirishima finally asked, without looking up.
“Tch. What does it matter? I’m fine.”
Kirishima’s head snapped up and Bakugou instantly regretted his words.
Kirishima looked awful. His hair was in even more of a state than usual with maybe half of the spikes still clinging to their intended style. Physically, he was covered with scratches and bruises that spoke volumes, but what was turning Bakugou’s blood to ice was the expression on Kirishima’s face. His eyes were bloodshot and sleepless without any trace of their usual sparkle, his lips bitten to scabs.
He slowly rose to his feet and Bakugou resisted the urge to shrink away.
“You can’t DO things like this anymore Bakugou, god DAMN it! Did you know that you’ve been unconscious for the last 2 days? I was here beside you the whole time, and the minute I leave to go see how our classmates are doing, you wake up and go tearing around the hospital like everything’s ok?!”
Bakugou could only stare. Tears streamed down Kirishima’s red cheeks and his voice had risen to a shout.
“Everything is not ok! You nearly died, Midoriya hasn’t woken up, Todoroki isn’t acting like himself, Aizawa-sensei is missing a leg and Ms. Midnight…” Kirishima hid his face in his hands and sank back down.
“Mina, Momo and I are the ones who found her body.” Kirishima sobbed, “It was horrible…”
Bakugou felt his hands starting to tremble.
He’d had no idea. Ms. Midnight…dead?
He silently held out a hand for Kirishima to take. The redhead obliged, clasping it tightly in both of his.
“Please, don’t do anything reckless for now.” Kirishima begged in a broken whisper, “Please just rest. I don’t know how much more I can take.”
Bakugou mutely squeezed his boyfriend’s hand. He wasn’t about start crying or anything, no matter how much his eyes were stinging right now, but he couldn’t stand seeing Kirishima like this.
“Fine. I’ll stay in bed and be a model patient, happy?” Kirishima tried wiping his eyes on his sleeve without letting go. He sniffled and nodded.
“Good, so quit making that face. When’s the last time you slept anyway?”
Kirishima shrugged.
“I don’t know. Two days?”
Bakugou lightly thumped him on the head with his free hand.
“Go get some sleep. I’ll be here.”
Kirishima nodded tiredly. Crying and shouting seemed to have taken the last of his energy out of him. Bakugou expected him to go home, since he clearly wasn’t being held here as a patient anymore. But instead, Kirishima planted a kiss to Bakugou’s knuckles, folded his arms under his head and closed his eyes.
Absolutely nothing was ok, but he’d made a promise.
So Bakugou settled back into his pillows and closed his eyes, allowing himself to run his hand through Kirishima’s hair only once.
The rest of the world would have to wait for a few hours.