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They go thru this type of accidents during classes but the real missions were something else. Plus the school lessons behind the desk didn't take to account individual reactions to paralyzing type quirk villains.
Kirishima thought his shield is strong, that it will withstand the attack. He take it head on as he always does.
It was a mistake.
He didn't notice it right away, but his movements become slower.
He did harden his body, but he wasn't able to counter another incoming hit.
He end up on the ground.
He could hear the civilians screams for help in distance.
The thoughts of still being too weak sneak into his mind again. He still couldn't save those behind him. He let the evil pass him again and spread.
With sweat he stands up only then realizing his quirk didn't turn off.
His body felt so much heavier now and soon enough it cost him immense energy to even take a deeper breath.
He started panicking.
And then the expression cross the sky. Smashing the villain who approach the civilians like a meteorite.
The Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight was on the scene in flesh and flare.
Red Riot tried to call for his friend, the words getting stuck in his clench throat.
-B-rag-ugho--!
It was too silent. Too meek.
Yet Bakugo find him with his presence anyway. He was looking for him.
-Move your ass here, idiot!
He shouted from his spot below , but immediately catching on that something is off. Kirishima wasn't moving, nor answering him, not even a stupid shark teeth line up in a sunny smile!
He rush on full speed. Each step closer more terrified of reality view. He throw his grenade gauntlets away.
-Kirishima?! Fucking shit… What's wrong?! Red?! Red!!
Bakugo grab his coarse shoulder and cares his face, examining the incident effects. Searching for answers and solution.
Kirishima try to reply, but all he accomplish was bruise himself on his hero mask. Not able to give another sound even thu his mouth were open.
Same as his eyes which he was unable to blink.
All his muscles just tense more and more with his hardening still active. The solid rough surface scrape of itself and instead of shielding - his own quirk act against him. Impaling shreds in between the cracks and cutting his veins. Blood dripping along his arms while he couldn't do anything about it.
It hurts. It hurts so much.
The thought of end and letting go cross his fogged of pain mind, but it was quickly deafen by the familiar harsh yell:
-Don't zone out now! Stay with me! You hear me?!! It will be alright... It will be! Just- just listen to my voice, okey?
Bakugo lower himself to meet Kirishima congeal eyes.
-Look, I'm here, alright? I'm not going anywhere, you just need to endure it a little longer. Please, Ei, it will pass, it will, just focus on me, okey? I'm here. I'm here, Kirishima...
Red still couldn't move, but to see his friend, to hear his voice - it ease all of it. He concentrate the last sane focus on blond.
And then his vision blurred. He panic for a moment when he realize it was just his own tears.
He was crying.
Not out of pain, but out of happiness.
Bakugo was here.
He is going to be fine. Katsuki was with him!
The flow of warm overwhelming feeling take over him.
He pass out as his quirk turn off.
*
Bakugo carry Kirishima all the way to medic center.
He left Red on the bed among other injured, mostly civilians. He was gone for maybe ten minutes to call doctor and explain the situation and in a meantime Red wake up. Obviously he wasn't staying still as he should. In that matter they were same. Thu difference was he would started yelling so they let him out to fuck up who ever did this shit to him while his Shittyhair dumbass was sitting there, still bleeding, but putting on a fake smile for the kids around fascinated by hero presence. Showing off his gear and answering all their annoying questions. Dynamight didn't intervene. It was a kind of hero Kirishima aim to be. He could only admire that from distance and learn.
Soon enough medics bandage Riot up and serve him some painkillers before returning him under his hero partner care.
Kirishima give an impression as if the whole situation went over his head already, but Bakugo knows better and sure enough once they were alone again crimson eyes gain a darker tone and look down. He was tired, obviously, but there was more to it. He make that face, same as always when he was overthinking stupid things.
-This time I really blow it up, huh...? My own quirk...
He try to clench his fist. Flexing the muscles hurts.
Bakugo huff and cross his arms.
-Idiot! That just mean you still have ways to improve.
Kirishima look up at him. The little hints of joy already sparkling in his eyes again.
-I guess. Will you help me out?
-As if! The best you can get is being target to my ap shot aim training!
Red chuckle.
-I will take it!
*
It was mostly his forearms that need recovery as it was the place where he use his hardening greatly and so they took most damage. Therefore he was ordered to take it easy in general and send off. As if his manly spirit would ever allow that; Bakugo already know he will have to tell him off when he show up at practice tomorrow. But for now he just let man be. Letting him scoop himself up in his personal space on their way back. Right next to him. It was were he belong.
He take his phone out to answer all work messages and listen to some music. He put right earpiece on Kirishima, his arm staying over the Red's shoulder afterwards. Also were it belongs.
Medicament were working as Riot was again able to move his hands or at least not hissing in pain while doing it.
-Hey! That's that song you were listening to earlier? What's the title?
He lean closer excited, touchy as ever, without thought of boundaries.
/To think it took this idiot less than two hours to go back to his enthusiastic adorable himself... Seriously, how do you not realize how amazing you are, Kirishima?/
-Oi, Shittyhair...
-Yeah?
The puppy smile a him still hype on the rhythm.
"Maybe they should talk about what happens or maybe he should tell him how he make him feel inside while acting this way" cross Bakugo’s mind, but he look into those happy crimson eyes and none of that matter anymore. His best friend was here, he was save and he was smiling and that was all that counted.
So instead he just move player to him and ask:
-Do you wanna choose next song?
-Can I?!
-Tsh! Only this time!
-Sure!
And they continue the ride like that. Nestle to each other and humming to music as their still undefined special bond grow stronger into dependence of relation.