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When Kacchan (no, Bakugou) didn't arrive at school at exactly 8:30, Kirishima grew curious. Usually the detestable hothead was through the imposing door of Class 1-A by the time he arrived, but this Monday he wasn't. Weird. He didn't let it bother him though, and went on about his business.
The very next day when the explosive hothead didn't arrive, Kirishima grew more curious and just slightly concerned. Two days in a row he missed school; missing one would send the blonde in a fit. Is he sick? But there was no way he could be. He was Bakugou Katsuki.
The Bakugou Katsuki! Kirishima passed it off once more.
On the third day, his curiosity turned into straight concern. Three days and no Bakugou. Even the class was starting to wonder where the blonde went. Midoriya had no clue, he wouldn't respond to his text; Kaminari hadn't seen him around at all in town. I should call him. Maybe he is sick, and he's being a saint about not wanting to spread it or something. Kirishima decided after school to send his detestable explosive (boy?)friend a call.
However, he beat him to it first. "Yo, Shitty Hair. Send me any homework or whatever shit you guys did over the last three days."
Kirishima nearly balked. Who the hell was this person? His voice was nasally and soft; completely different from Bakugou's usual fiery tone. A loud static sniffle broke on the other end and caused Kirishima to stiffen--this was unlike his usual Bakugou. "The fuck, are you still there? Hello? Shitty--"
A loud cough interrupted his sentence, and it sounded like it hurt. Kirishima couldn't take it anymore. "Who is this?"
"The fuck do you mean 'who is this?' It's me, dumba--" Another pained cough. "Fuck, this fucking shitty ass weather! Look, just send me whatever work you guys did so I can get it done, alright? Be fucking useful for once."
Kirishima cringed listening to Bakugou's sickly voice. "Are you sick or something?"
"No, I just have random painful fucking coughs. Of course I'm fucking sick you dickweed!" To prove his point, he coughed. Three times. Each of them eliciting a moan. "Fuuuck.."
"Do you want me to come over...?"
"What is this, Twenty Fucking Questions? Just send me your work over email or something, god."
"Too bad, I'm coming over. It'll be easier like that anyways. Who uses emails anymore?"
"No, don't you fucking--"
Too late. Kirishima was on his way over to Casa de Bakugou.
He rung the doorbell of his boyfriend(?)'s house and waited while holding a stack of books in one hand and a grocery bag in the other. It took a while but the door finally opened, revealing the smiling face of Bakugou's mom dressed in the typical house wear. "He's in his room," she stated automatically, and Kirishima nodded his thanks.
The hallway was oddly hot. At the end was a door cracked ajar, where muffled sniffles and curses could be heard flowing through. Something was playing softly in the room; Kirishima couldn't tell if it was the radio or the TV.
He opened the door wide open with his preoccupied hand and barged in to see Bakugou Katsuki tucked underneath his dark colored covers with the TV playing. His eyes snapped over to look at the redhead, and if it wasn't for his sickly face Kirishima could have burst into flames. "Whoa, you look like straight shit."
"No fucking shit, moron. Didn't I tell you not to come over?"
What Kirishima had said was an understatement--Bakugou looked the absolute worst. His skin was straight alabaster, even though it was already super pale to begin with. Both of his cheeks were flushed red and his eyes were sunken, though still held ferocity in it. The ashen blonde rose his upper body into a straight position, the covers falling down revealing disheveled tank draped over lean shoulders.
Bakugou rubbed his eyes and nose with one hand and sniffled deeply, then coughed. "Did you at least bring the stuff, or did you just come over to bother me?"
"The stuff? You're into drugs now?" Kirishima snickered, ignoring the brutality in the male's orange glare. "Yeah, yeah, I brought the work over. I also brought some medicine to make you not sound and look like shit."
He handed over the plastic white bag to the male as well as the books, which Katsuki grabbed with both arms. Settling the books down on one side of him, he dug into the grocery bag and pulled out some simple nighttime medicine. "Cherry, to match your shitty hair."
"C'mon, be grateful! And stop calling me that; it's Kirishima."
"Whatever Shit-for-Brains." Bakugou placed the medicine on the nightstand and grabbed the first book on the stack--Hero Laws and Principles. "You guys got a test coming up Friday, right?" Kirishima nodded slowly. "Are you going to be able to make it?"
"Depends on how much of an ass this cold lasts. I'm hoping to come back tomorrow; I sound a lot better than yesterday, at least."
Bakugou was flipping through the pages of the textbook when he heard soft chuckles come out of the redhead. "You think this is funny? I'll fucking murder you!" Unfazed by the threat, Kirishima continued chuckling. "Sorry, this is just my first time seeing you sick, y'know? You never pegged me as the type to easily get sick."
"And you never pegged me as the type to being an annoying fuck." Bakugou ignored the deadpanned look on Kirishima's face. He coughed quietly and sniffed. "It's an annoying downside of my quirk. When it's cold, I get sick more easily. Don't worry about it."
That's interesting, Kirishima thought. He never knew there was another downside to Bakugou's overpowered quirk. He sat in silence watching the male read over the text and occasionally sniffling and coughing before sighing quietly to get up and leave. "Thanks."
The word stopped him short. He was going to say something, but now the thought completely flew out of his mind. "Huh?" Bakugou's lips twitched into a deadly snarl. "I said thanks you deaf asshole. For the medicine and the work."
When Kirishima locked eyes with Bakugou, a light blush was tracing over the other's cheeks. He widely grinned. "No prob, anything for you man. Hopefully you get better by Friday."
"Yeah sure, now get the fuck out--"
Before he could finish, the redhead swooped in and pecked him swiftly on the lips. Any other time that would have happened the blonde would load him up with several explosions that'd take days to heal, but since he was sick his reflexes slowed down greatly.
His mouth worked perfectly well, though. "The fuck? Dude, the fuck was that for? God you're so fucking disgusting, like seriously, what the fucking fuck?"
"What, I only kissed you. Stop acting like it's a big deal."
"It is a big deal retard! What if you get sick, huh? Then you'll look just as shitty as me, and it'll be your own damn fault."
Kirishima's previous grin widened even further. Bakugou muttered other obscenities underneath his lips and looked away, hiding the blush that was crawling across his cheeks. "D'awh, I love you too Bakugou!" The redhead swooped in again and kissed him on his heated up cheek, and was just able to barely miss the hands that lunged for his throat.
"Get the fuck out of my room!"