“Where the fuck is he?”
Kirishima startled when Bakugou jerks out of bed. He lifts his upper body off the mattress, his eyes wide, searching. Until the pain hits and he doubles over, cursing.
Kirishima reaches out to run gentle circles on Bakugou’s back. He’s pleasantly surprised when he’s not slapped away. He doesn’t know if Bakugou was dreaming, or if he was reliving the test with Midoriya and All Might, but he has a pretty good idea whom he’s referring to.
“They switched Midoriya’s room,” Kirishima says, pulling his hand back to avoid overdoing his welcome. His lips twitch. “At his request. He figured you wouldn’t have the best reaction waking up next to him.”
Bakugou makes an incoherent growling sound and casts a glare at Kirishima.
“Hey,” Kirishima lifts his arms in a sign of surrender and laughs. “Not my words or my idea.”
“Tch.” Bakugou clicks his tongue and lowers himself, much more gently, back against the mattress.
One sweeping glance down Bakugou’s arms and Kirishima knows he’s done some damage. Comparable to the way Midoriya breaks his bones when he struggles to control his quirk. But Bakugou doesn’t lack control and it blows Kirishima’s mind that he would allow himself to lose it.
His temper is one thing. But his mastery of his quirk is something else entirely.
“You really did a number on your arm,” Kirishima comments. His quirk is already spreading up his arm in case Bakugou takes the criticism the wrong way. Kirishima isn’t berating him as much as he is concerned for his well-being.
“Yeah, did you see who I was up against?” Bakugou scowls. “I had no choice but to go all out. I wasn’t about to fucking lose.”
Kirishima grimaces. He doesn’t know what he feels is worse, Bakugou tearing himself apart because he lost control or doing so intentionally. “But why–”
“Were you up against the number one hero, Kirishima?”
Kirishima doesn’t respond. He doesn’t have to.
“You really fucked up your test,” Bakugou adds. His hand clenches into a fist at his side.
The barb is meant to sting, he’s sure, but Kirishima is already well aware of his failures. He knows he lost his cool and his ability to think strategically. He screwed up. He doesn’t need Bakugou to remind him.
“At least I didn’t destroy my body with my quirk.”
“Yeah, it’s a damn shame we don’t all have easy defensive quirks like you.”
Kirishima sighs. He didn’t come here to fight. “I’m gonna go.”
“You look like you could use the rest anyway.”
He scoots his chair back, bracing a hand against the edge of the bed to push himself up when Bakugou places a hand over his. Kirishima freezes. He glances down at Bakugou. Color rises to Bakugou’s cheeks, drowning out the paleness of pain.
“Fuck… Kirishima, I…” Bakugou gives Kirishima’s hand a squeeze and turns to look out the window.
“You…” Kirishima sighs again, but he can’t fight back the smile. Though Bakugou keeps his face turned away, his actions are far more apologetic than his brash words could ever be.
“Did Midoriya soften you up in that test or something?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Bakugou growls. “I don’t want to talk about fucking Deku.”
Kirishima chuckles and threads their fingers together. “Got it, Blasty.”
“Idiot,” Bakugou grumbles.
Ffff.... 4, I've got myself shooketh. I had fallen asleep in my moms room, with my phone on charge. So I understand my phone being near me. When I fell asleep I was in a middle of an rp, but I had sent my reply before I fell asleep... come time for me to wake up, I find out that my friend had responded AND I RESPONDED BACK IN MY SLEEP. I don't remember reading the message until after I woke up, but honestly the wierdes thing is, what I responded with in my sleep was actually fitting for the rp.