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It all started when Kirishima decided that he was not hurt enough to get checked by the on-sight doctor, and insisted that he knows how to fix himself( he does not). Regretting his decision and letting out a pained sigh, he blamed himself for not picking up the one thing he needed at the time. Bandages. The one thing he forgot when he went to the store and shrugged it off thinking he would not need it anytime soon. After sitting there for an unhealthy amount of time considering he was bleeding, he stood up gripping the counter as he headed toward the living room. Thinking through all of his opinions he immediately counted Denki and Shinsho out since they were on the annual anniversary vacation, and anyone else he could think of either has hero work or is too far to be of any assistance at the moment. As Kirishima reached the couch, he thought of his new next-door neighbor and thought that to be the best thing he could do right now.
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Getting to the door was a struggle even though he was right next door, reaching the door, he knocked. After a moment he heard a curse and the door opened. Standing there was a man about two to three inches shorter than Kirishima with sandy blonde hair and he had a scowl on his face and looked seconds away from killing Kirishima. He must have been staring for too long because the man barked out a “ Do you need anything or are you just going to keep standing there like an idiot”.
“ Sorry to bother you” he stated flustered “ But I’m injured and I don’t have any bandages” He tried to smile but it came out weak and painful.
Only just seeming to notice that Kirishima was bleeding all over the place, Bakugo kinda stared for a moment and after he snapped out of it, he pushed Kirishima towards his bathroom. Muttering under his breath the whole time, Bakugou pointed towards the toilet to signal Kirishima to sit down. After sitting down Kirishima was instructed to take his shirt off, as Bakugou started to clean and bandage Kirishma’s wound he spoke for what seemed like the first time “ What the hell happened to you, shitty hair.”
Laughing awkwardly Kirishima states “ Hero stuff, had a nasty fight and he managed to knock me up a bit”
“Do they not have on-site doctors?” Bakugou questioned with his eyebrows raised
“Yep” Kirishma replied, popping the P “But my ass thought it would be a good idea to take care of it myself”
Bakugou chuckled and Kirishima thought about how beautiful it was and how he would not mind hearing it again. Once Bakugou finished bandaging him up, he led him to his door, said his goodbye, and closed the door before Kirishima could get a word in.
The next day while Kirishima was patrolling, he suddenly started thinking about his neighbor. Thinking he should thank him for help, Kirishima waited till he heard the door next door close and went over to knock. He knocked on the door, hearing the shuffling of feet and the locks of the door clicking open. As soon as Bakugou opened the door, Kirishima was struck with a sight he committed to memory.
As bright and smart as Kirishima was, he could not seem to find any words in any language to say. At that moment all he could see was Bakugou in a tank top and shorts. Was he wearing those shorts yesterday, and did he always seem to glow, was he….
“Umm…. Are you good or do I need to play doctor again?
“Oh right, I was just wanted to thank you for taking care of me and was wondering if I could take you out to lunch to repay you”
“ Sounds good, Shitty Hair, but please don’t make it a habit to show up on my doorstep bath in blood”
“Don’t plan on it man” Kirishima said smiling.
After exchanging numbers and chatting for a bit, Kirishima went home and felt his phone buzz.
-Hey shitty hair, it's Bakugou
-Hey man, that was quick :)
-I bet, anyway I want the thank you food for saving you ass soon
-Sure, when are you free
-Thursday and Saturdays
-Cool, I have this Saturday and the next off
Will one of those work
-Yeah shitty hair, the first one will do
-My name is Kirishima and my hair is not that different from yours
And that would work
How about at 1
-Sounds good, see you Saturday
Shitty Hair
-Kirishima
Over the course of the next couple of months, Kirishima would show up on Bakugou’s door with a smile and some type of injury, and every time Bakugou would open the door, take one look and rush him inside. He would sit him on his bathroom counter and clean and nurse his wounds. Every time this would happen Kirishima would look at him and notice new things like how he didn’t always look mad, how he had tiny freckles littering his cheeks, how he seemed agitated every time Kirishima stood up and he had to look up to talk to him, how he liked tea better than coffee, and how he was studying to become a doctor. Kirishima knew he fell hard and fast and how irrational that was, but throughout the day he found himself thinking about Bakugou.
One night after a particularly tricky fight, Kirishima is limping towards his door looking like death itself, when Bakugou comes out for his nightly workout. Taking one look at him he curses
“ Fuck, Kirishima. What the hell happened.”
Pushing him inside as soft as he could, he sat him on the bathroom counter and walked around looking for supplies. While working, he said nothing but once he finished he sighed and asked
“Why do you always come to me and not a doctor”
“ You are a doctor, man”
“ Not yet, but seriously why do you come to me”
As much as he would not like to admit it Kirishima knew he refused help every time because he liked Bakugou playing doctor. He knew he thought of Bakugou as a safe space and looking at him, he saw a raised eyebrow and a questioning look. Looking at him, he thought he might as well tell him the truth. It might have been because he was sleepy or he was delirious from the pain but he said
“Because I like you taking care of me” with a small laugh he added “ I like you”
And as soon as the words left his mouth, he saw Bakugou’s eyes widen and his mouth fall open.
“I know you don’t like me back and you don’t have to, and if you feel uncomfortable just tell me to fuck ..”
Rolling his eyes he replied, “ I like you too, Shitty Hair, and don’t you dare fuck off, I plan on keeping you around.”
And sitting on that bathroom sink with someone he could see himself with, he thought that he wouldn't mind getting hurt a few more times if Bakugou would be his doctor.