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Kaminari twists around, unsure of why he’s so uncomfortable. It takes him a minute to realize that the rain is pounding against his window, and he’s uncomfortable because of the electricity buzzing under his skin.
“Ugh, again?” Kaminari mutters, rubbing his eyes.
He sits up, twisting around to look at his clock. It’s only two thirty, so he flops back down.
I probably shouldn’t go back to sleep. It’s not like something normally happens when it storms, but just to be safe.
Kaminari drags himself out of bed, and heads to the common room. It’s quiet in there since everyone else is asleep, and it’s dark due to the storm, so Kaminari turns on one of the lamps. He drops onto the couch, and pulls his phone out of his pocket. He scrolls for a while before starting to drift off again. His hands still feel like they’re buzzing, and that feeling is enough to keep him up until four, but then he drifts off again.
He wakes up to someone screaming. His mind is running slow enough that it takes him a second to realize that the room is on fire. His body isn’t responding to his commands, and he can’t seem to figure out what’s going on. He tips off of the couch, and blacks out before he can even hit the floor.
Bakugo wakes up to the muffled sound of people, and a smoldering smell. He steps into the hallway, and people are heading to the back exit.
“What happened?” he asks, stopping Iida on his way out.
“Apparently there’s a fire of some sort in the common room. The fire fighters have been called, and we’re following fire protocols. You can follow the rest of the line to the lawn where we’re going to do a head count.”
Bakugo narrows his eyes.
“Do you know what caused the fire?”
“No, but the whole common room is on fire.”
“Is it still raining outside?”
“We don’t have time for all of these questions. We should be walking outside in a single file line.”
“Just answer the question.”
“It is, but you shouldn’t be worried about getting wet. I’m not sure how you didn’t hear it though.”
“Ok, I’m right behind you,” Bakugo says, trying to keep the sneer out of his voice.
He waits until Iida speed walks away to head towards the common room. It is on fire, but not enough that he can’t make it into the room without injury with his fire durability. There’s a hole in the ceiling, and that confirms what Bakugo already knew. He races over as Kaminari drops off of the couch. He’s crackling, and he almost immediately starts seizing.
Bakugo’s eyes widen, taking everything in. He kneels down nearby, and looks around for anything that would be safe to use as a device to touch Kaminari with. There isn’t anything nearby that isn’t on fire, and the smoke is starting to fill up the room.
Shit, I don’t know what to do.
Kaminari starts choking, and Bakugo makes a choice. He forces his hands as steady as possible, then pushes Kaminari onto his side. His brain immediately fuzzes out, but he makes sure to keep his hands on Kaminari for at least thirty seconds. His hands feel like they’re on fire, and his entire body is tingling when he comes back into his own body.
There’s a pile of vomit, but Kaminari isn’t actively choking, so Bakugo lets himself drop back. His fingers are bleeding, but he can’t really see the damage. He leans to the side, and throws up too. He coughs hard, still shaking. Kaminari whimpers, and Bakugo turns back to him.
“You’re going to be ok,” Bakugo whispers, setting his bleeding hands in his lap.
Smoke is continuing to fill the room, but Kaminari is still sparking so there’s no way that Bakugo can move him. Bakugo distantly thinks that he should have been counting how long the seizure lasts, but he can’t seem to think well enough to do that. Bakugo looks back down at his hands, trying to force his fingers to move, trying to force his hands to do anything productive. However, they won’t move.
They won’t even budge a little bit. He knocks his knee into one of them, and pain shoots up his arm. He still can’t feel anything other than pain in his hands or wrists. Kaminari finally goes still, and the electricity subsides. Bakugo coughs harshly.
I have to get him out of here while I still have time. If he slips back into another seizure before we get outside, then we’re not going to get out of here before we both suffocate. We can’t expect any help from Mr. Aizawa, because he was going to help with a raid tonight. I can’t bank on the fact that he’s back, but my hands won’t work.
Bakugo thinks for a few more seconds before hoisting Kaminari into his arms as best he can. He also slips back to the floor immediately, but Bakugo manages to tighten his arms around Kaminari before he can. He makes his way to the closest exit. He barely makes it out of the door before Kaminari starts to spark again. Bakugo blacks out again before he even starts legitimately seizing.
Kaminari wakes up feeling groggy and tense. There’s something beeping to his right, and he wants to swat at it so badly, but he can’t seem to move his limbs at all. Peeling his eyes open is one of the hardest things he’s done in a long time, but once he does, he can see Aizawa. He’s talking to someone, but that someone isn’t close enough for Kaminari to see them without moving his head. That seems like way too much effort. So, he just tries to say Aizawa’s name, but nothing comes out. He decides that all of this is too much work, so he lets himself drift away again.
He’s better rested, and more in control when he wakes up again. Aizawa is sitting in the corner of the room, his chin resting in his hand while he dozes. Kaminari coughs, realizing how sore his throat is. Aizawa’s eyes are open as soon as he refocuses from coughing.
“Kaminari, how are you feeling?”
“Not great, what happened?” Kaminari rasps as Aizawa grabs a water bottle from nearby.
Aizawa holds it for him while he drinks some, which is embarrassing, but not enough for Kaminari to reject the help.
“You were struck by lightning during the storm the other night. It started a fire, and you had a pretty major seizure.”
“Oh. Is everyone else ok? How did…”
“Bakugo went back to get you after deducing what had happened. Everyone other than you two got out of the building almost immediately. Apparently Bakugo has some pretty bad burns on his hands. Other than that, he’s fine.”
“What do you mean by pretty bad burns on his hands?”
“His fingers are almost black, and all of the nerves were damaged.”
Kaminari stares at him, blinking in surprise.
“Is he going to be ok?”
“We’re not sure. We know that it’s not going to heal completely, but that’s all we really know right now.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yes, but it’s not your fault.”
“I guess not.”
Aizawa narrows his eyes.
“Look, Kaminari, he did what he thought was right at that moment. It saved your life, and that’s what is most important. You’ll both survive.”
Kaminari nods, but he already feels kind of numb. Despite that, he can feel the tears starting to fall down his cheeks onto the pillowcase below his head.