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Shinsou peeled his eyes open and groaned, reaching out to cuddle his boyfriend. He found the other side empty and cold, which was odd. Bakugou had come down with sniffles last night after three days in the wilderness tracking a perp. Though he felt for his boyfriend, Shinosu was glad he didn’t get called in to help on that particular case in nature.
A large crash of utensils followed by a slew of swears had Shinsou sighing and heaving himself out of bed. Idiot boyfriend will be the death of me.
Shinsou leant against the doorframe as he watched the blond. The man had a snotty nose and was coughing all over their kitchen. Why can’t he mope in bed like a normal person with a cold?
“You should be resting.”
“I need to kick this head cold’s ass.”
“Oh yeah? Most people do that by resting, and not aggressively cooking...what are you cooking?” Shinsou moved over and wrapped his arms around Bakugou’s waist, watching from over his shoulder.
“My cold kicking spicy chicken noodle soup. Who else is going to make it, huh?!” Bakugou tried to shake Shinsou off but to no avail.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe your hot and spicy, highly capable boyfriend? Look, you are running a temperature, you can’t shake my scrawny ass off your back, and you look like shit, babe. Relax, rest, recuperate.” Shinsou pulled Bakugou’s head back against his chest, nuzzling the side of his face. “Give me the recipe, and let me try.”
“I’m sick, not incapacitated! I don’t wanna sit and do nothing.”
The watery eyes from the head cold only made Bakugou’s pout even more potent. Talk about a shot to the heart.
“Come on, grumpy boots,” Shinsou picked him up and dragged him over to the couch, “let me make the soup, and I’ll put on your All Might movie collection.”
“What the fuck! Put me down!” Katsuki beat on Shinsou’s back, which he ignored, before being dumped on the sofa and tucked him up in a nest of blankets.
Shinsou watched with light amusement as Katsuki wriggled in vein. “You’re so dead for this.”
“Aw babe, don’t say such sweet things to me unless you mean them,” Shinsou cooed as he leaned in to kiss his ruddy cheek.
“Masochist,” Bakugou grumbled as the cosy blankets weighed him down and made him relax ever so slightly.
“To your sadist,” Shinsou winked before setting up the TV. “Now, you watch your old All Might movies, you little nerd, while I make your soup.”
Shinsou patted the grumpy blanket muffin before heading back to the kitchen. The recipe was written out in Bakugou’s precise caps lock style and had extremely clear instructions. He remembers when his boyfriend showed him where he kept them all — neatly organised and in a leather pouch — before he left for a months-long mission last winter. Bakugou had wanted to make sure he would “survive” and be “healthy” and not rely on that “convenience store crap” while he was away.
Shinsou mulls over the memory of Bakugou coming back to a depression apartment, as Shinsou had come down with the flu, and he hadn’t the energy to clean up before he returned. He had grand plans of cooking dinner and catching up over beers and lots of sex, but that all got thrown out of the window.
Bakugou had looked like he was about to have a fit, akin to a mother coming home to find their teenager hadn’t completed any chores and had a house party. But then he caught sight of the sick and miserable Shinsou shivering and sweating in their bed. Bakugou’s anger fell off of his face, and he kissed Shinsou on the forehead before cleaning the whole place and going out to get a big care package of medicine and comforts to help.
Shinsou just wanted to do the same. He wanted Bakugou to feel that swell of love and affection when a partner takes care of you that he did that day. What kind of boyfriend, partner, would he be if he didn’t?
I’ve never had to care for someone like this before. I don’t know how I feel about that. Bakugou is always the big, strong, and gruff one. Shinsou is happy to be vulnerable and protected, but it’s a different story for the brash blond. Though they’ve dated for a few years now, and Bakugou is gentle and soft and caring in his own way, a way that only Shinsou sees; it’s still odd to see him so down.
“Ok, here you go, but careful it’s very hot,” Shinsou gingerly handed the tray over, making sure the other wasn’t going to drop everything and scald himself.
“I got it. I’m not a child,” Bakugou croaked.
He’s sounding worse. I should get medicine. Seeing him succumb to the head cold made something inside Shinsou panic. Get your shit together, you’re a goddamn hero; act like it!
Shinsou took a deep breath and petted his boyfriend’s hair. “I know, I know. You eat this, and I’m going to head to the store and grab you some bits, ok?”
Bakugou whined; like he actually looked Shinsou dead in the eye and whined. Shinsou knew at that moment he was done for. He would jump into traffic right now if Bakugou asked. He couldn’t stop himself from taking his boyfriend, blankets and all, into his arms to cuddle and comfort.
“What’s wrong?” He cuddled close to Bakugou and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Don’t go, stay.” The puppy dog pout was back.
Oh no. I’m so fucked. Shinsou lamented, falling more in love with Bakugou than before, and the grip of concern on his heart for his partner’s well being tightened.
“You need medicine, and I need to get some groceries, and we don’t have nice soft tissues, so your nose doesn’t hurt.” Shinsou booped the reddened appendage for good measure.
“Ughhhh, I hate being sick.” Bakugou swatted him away, burrowing further into his blankets.
“It sucks, I know. But I got you, and I’ll be as quick as possible.”
“Finnnnne. But wait until the end of this movie.”
Shinsou kissed his temple and relented, “ok, deal”.