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It was December! The weather was getting colder, but the future heroes could not be discouraged, after all without training they would not feel able to protect people.
That Friday had been no different, there were hours and hours of individual training. After a whole day of not seeing each other, some students from Class 2A were finally meeting in the dorm entrance hall.
"Haaaah~, today was a tiring day too!" Midoriya said walking through the door.
Sero who was coming in front of him replied tightening his sweater "Yes! It's so cold! Feels like I'll catch a cold..."
"I want to get into a warm bath!" said Kirishima closing the door behind him "Hmm? Bakugou's already back?"
"It's rare to see Kacchan here in the lounge, he usually trains late when we have individual training."
"It looks like he's sleeping…" Sero said "Come on Kiri, if you wake him no one dies."
Kirishima widened his eyes at that statement, but before he could answer anything Midoriya nodded and then followed Sero on his way to his room. So he just shrugged and approached the sofa the blonde was lying on.
"Tsk, he complains that my room is messy, but look at him dropping everything around the couch." he said picking up the blonde's bag from the floor "Hey Bakugou! Don't sleep here on the couch, you'll get a cold!"
Kirishima, who had already curled up, ready to be yelled at, was surprised when he didn't get an answer, so he moved closer. That's when he despaired and exclaimed "Ba-Bakugou! What happened??" The blonde was awake, but visibly not well. He was flushed and sweating, and Kirishima confirmed that he had a fever when he put his hand to his forehead "Okay, you have a fever! Wait!"
The redhead ran up to his room leaving their bags and as he couldn't get into the blonde's room, which was locked, he ended up making his bed quickly so that Bakugou could rest there. He went back to the hall, picked his friend up on his back and laid him on his bed.
"Fucking Shitty Hair! Get off me, I need to sleep!" Bakugou spoke for the first time, when Kirishima was pinning the blanket to him like a little bundle.
"Bro, I'll get off you, but you need to stay warm and take this tylenol here!" He took the pill and a small bottle of water, helping Bakugou to take it. He left the water at the bedside table and stood up walking towards the door "Ok you rest now, your cell phone is here, if you need anything you can call me! Bye."
Bakugou didn't have the strength to respond, now that the cold was starting to ease he just closed his eyes and slept.
Bakugou woke up with a headache, thirst and discomfort. What had happened to his pillow? He turned around looking for a bottle of water and found a note and a pill.
"Bro, drink water and take your medicine! Let me know when you wake up ᕙ༼◕ ᴥ ◕༽ᕗ"
Bakugou took the medicine and water, only later realizing that he was not in his room. He took out his cell phone and sent some question marks to the redhead. In less than 5 minutes Kirishima was invading his own room like a hurricane.
"Brooo, I'm glad you woke up! You slept for so many hours, it's already eight o'clock in the morning! Since I didn't know when you had your last meal, I prepared a lot of food for you!" Kirishima said placing some dishes on his study table "I'll finish putting things up for you to eat, do you think you can take a shower? It will help lower your fever."
Bakugou just grunted frowning at the noise and nodded in response, struggling to get up. When he entered the bathroom he saw that the redhead had left a towel and a pair of pajamas, both red, for him to wear.
He took his shower calmly, but not spending much time because his body was screaming in pain, he just wanted to go back under the covers and be silent. He hated being sick, he felt useless because not all his willpower created the physical strength for him to move as he wanted. Although he didn't get sick very often, when he did it felt like he was going to die.
When he was finishing getting dressed, he heard Kirishima straightening things in the room and going out again to talk to some people in the hallway, but he couldn't hear what it was.
He left the bathroom and went back under the covers. When Kirishima returned to the room, Bakugou asked "Why the fuck am I in your room?"
"I found you almost dying at the living room couch, your room was locked and I had to drop you off somewhere! Are you hungry?"
Bakugou nodded and started to get ready to eat, being stopped by Kirishima who put a new fever patch on his forehead and added two more pillows under his head.
"If I slept in this mess you call your bedroom, where the fuck did you sleep?" he asked deciding he was too tired to complain about the bib that had been placed on top of the blanket.
"I slept on Denki's futon, in his room. I thought about sleeping on the sofa in the living room, but as I found you feeling sick there I thought that would be a dumb idea. Now be quiet and eat!"
Then Kirishima started to feed different types of food into Bakugou's mouth, while saying various random things that the blonde couldn't keep up with. First rice porridge, then houtou, cheese risotto and ramen.
"Shitty hair, that's enough! My nose is blocked and everything tastes the same! I don't want it anymore."
Bakubro, everyone helped prepare things for you to get better, so don't snub, it's unmanly! It's for your own good."
"It's not a fucking snub, I'm just full!"
Kirishima got up and prepared the things to take to the kitchen. When he opened the door to leave, some of his colleagues were talking in a group in the hallway, so he said out loud "Alright, stop right there! Stop making a fuss in front of the patient! I already told you I don't want this noise around Bakugou! He's sick and needs to rest and-"
"Kirishima!" Bakugou said "Stop screaming, what the fuck!! Just so you know, you are the noisiest of them all!"
That took Kirishima by surprise. He was just wanting to help his best friend who wasn't feeling well. Was he more hindering than helping? Well that was for sure, Bakugou was completely out of strength and still struggled to ask him to be quiet.
The redhead just nodded and closed the door behind him. At least all the noise was gone and the blonde would be able to rest now.
It was late afternoon and Kirishima was again in Kaminari's room, lying on his friend's futon. He was worried about Bakugou, but decided not to go back to his room after that. He knew that if it was an emergency, now that he was fed, the blonde would have the strength to get in touch with someone. Probably not him, as he was noisy and probably now Bakugou hated him.
Bakugou probably just went back to sleep. Kirishima had nothing to worry about, he had left water and more food for him in his room, so everything was under control. But if he didn't have news in the morning of the next day he would have a peek in the room, if the blond didn't get to see him, he would have no problem.
The ding of a message on his cell phone snapped him out of his reverie. When he opened the notifications he felt surprised.
Bakubro 💥: Kirishima
Bakubro 💥: Sorry I yelled, I had a headache
Bakubro 💥: Thanks for the food or whatevs.
Kirishima smiled at the messages, at least Bakugou wouldn't hate him forever.
Another ding.
Bakubro 💥: Bring Pikachu's futon to your room.