Dumbass || Bakugo Katsuki ||✔

chapter 7

"NO DON'T LOOK AT THOSE!" He exploded, his voice full of energy, unmatching to his stiff body.

"Bakugo- why do you have so much romance mangas?!" I gawked at the wooden shelves full of stacked romance comics and mangas. It was just completely out of character that he owned more than I did...

"If you tell anyone... I'll fucking kill you." He gritted his teeth, furious at the fact he couldn't get up and beat my ass. A smirk made its way on my face. "Be my friend and I won't tell anyone."

The face of horror he made turned my mood completely down, is being my friend that bad? Damn this guy was mean.

"Don't act like I'm going to make you suck a Willy-Wonka for a whole year, I just want to see if I can make your gremlin ass smile." My cheeks immediately heated up. I should have thought before speaking- that was hella cheesy.

"...fine but piss me off once and it's straight to the afterlife with your dumb ass." He avoided looking at me, even going as far as to stare at his television which was far from his sight. It just made him seem possessed.

"Don't worry, you'll be so happy with my existence by the end of this year." I smiled and jogged to get Kirishima. I had to explain everything and ask how to get recovery girl to the dorms.

"Karasu... his bones aren't broken, right?"

I shook my head.

"Well then I don't think recovery girl can do much, he probably just needs rest. After all, you did say you tried it on someone before and that they became better a day after resting."

Huffing, I stood in the same pose with my hands on my hips, lips pursed frustratingly.

"Who will take care of him? He can barely move his body so far and I know he won't let anyone do anything for him so..."

"Karasu..." Kirishima narrowed his eyes, his stern tone warning me of what I was about to request of him.

I sank to my knees with my hands dramatically clasped together. "Please! Please! Kiri! You're a boy and he isn't too violent around you!- I'll help, all you need to do is change him and help him to the bathroom!"

The helpless look on the redheads face gave me hope, he was losing the ability to say no very quickly. It didn't take much to persuade him. He winced and glanced back up, rubbing his neck.

"Fine but you owe me."

"Yes, I do! Thanks..." I got up, patting my knees. "Now can you help him?" My grin grew wider, trying to seem nice yet only appearing sinister and frantic.

"Karasu, he's still going to beat my ass even if we're buddies but let's get this over with..." I took him to Bakugo's room, blocking his view of the manga shelf by previously covering it with a blanket. Bakugo demanded that I do it for some reason- even after I found out.

"What?! You bought shitty hair?! What's he doing here!?!?" I ignored his shouts and faced overwhelmed Kirishima. "You see, we were training before this so- he's a bit musty."

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME DUMBASS?!"

"But I doubt either one of us could take him to shower without it being extremely awkward so I think we should just- use baby wipes on him."

"There's no way in hell I'm letting either of you wipe me down like I'm a motherfucking car!"

"Bakugo! Do you want to make your clean clothes stink?" Before he could speak I interrupted.

"No so behave yourself." I paused to take a sniff. "Also why do you smell like burnt sugar?" I gave him a judgemental squint.

For the last time, I asked for his consent calmly. "Kirishima needs to change you, he will look away so don't worry- we won't wipe you we'll just add more deodorant and wait until you feel better tomorrow," I explained softly. Nodding after every word as if he were a kid.