Wreck - Kiribaku

One Night

Bakugou

It was late. I was sitting in my dorm, minding my own damn business when the knock came.

It's freaking one am, who the hell could this be. Fully expecting to walk to the door and find Deku, my blood started to boil.

However, before I even stood up, another knock sounded. "Would you calm down?!" I partially yell. "I'm almost there."

I rub my temples as I make my way to the door. Twisting the knob and opening the musty piece of wood.

My eyes raise from the ground, meeting a pair that are way too familiar.

"Wha- 'shima," I rub my eye lid to make sure I'm not going insane, "that you?"

With a slightly tense voice he responds, "Yea, sorry."

"Well if you're sorry you shouldn't have," I look down the door and back to Kirishima. My eyes freeze on his torso, and not just because he is utterly toned.. not to mention- shirtless. "Ei, are you bleeding?!"

I push him inside as he nods. I shut the door behind him and lean against it for a moment before turning to go into my bathroom. I squat to grab my kit from under the counter.

I yell to him from the room I'm in, "Just sit on my bed or whatever the hell, I don't care."

Expecting a response back, I'm left in silence. "Ei, you alright?"

I wait a moment, grabbing the box from under the counter in the process. "Hey," I walk out from the bathroom and back into the living area, "I asked if you were-."

But before the words are out of my mouth, I know.

Tears flow down the red head's cheeks. He silently breathes in and out rapidly, holding his abdomen.

"Hey, hey," I rush over, box in hand, sitting in front of him, "pain or emotion?" I ask, trying to figure out what to prioritize.

Kirishima doesn't respond, leaving me to be concerned with no information.

"Pain or emotion?" I ask more aggressively this time.

He finally looks to me and says, "Both." He points to the worst looking spot in his torso and grimaces. "There."

I take out antiseptic and pour it onto a cotton ball. As I begin to apply it to the wound he flinches, almost hitting me in the face.

"Woah," I lower my eyebrow and lean left dramatically. I look into the box and find my red stress ball. "Here use this," I say, handing it to him.

Kirishima graciously accepts it and holds it in his bloody palm.

What even happened. Is it my place to ask? Why was he out this late anyway.

I couldn't decide what to do as I cleaned up all his cuts and injuries. "Ei, what on earth," I sigh and apply some tape over some previously placed gauze.

That when I notice, his wrist. A giant bruise and knot are on the outer portion of it near his thumb. "This?" I press on it gently and he yanks away. "Thought so."

Kirishima looks mortified, for the first time in a while I can't read his facial expressions. Something about his eyes is sad yet angry.

"What happened," I question, fully intending a somewhat simple answer back.

Instead, I am greeted with an uncomfortable silence. It was almost as if he wanted to speak but didn't dare himself to.

Odd.

I grab his arm and flip it over somewhat carefully, "Palm up." Eijirou does as told and I begin to wrap his wrist up.

"How did you even-," I mutter you myself as I stare at how bad the bruise is getting.

I shake my head in disbelief, "Why didn't you go to Aizawa?"

"Couldn't," Kiri hissed.

Now that's concerning. "And why the hell not?" I lift my lip in aggression.

He insists, "I just couldn't."

Instead of doing my usual thing and fighting with him on the subject, I feel inclined to leave it alone. No one would just hurt themselves like this and not tell our teacher unless they had a good reason.

Don't get me wrong, I will definitely have to bring it up at another time. However, I can tell now is just not it.

I finish bandaging and taping his scratches that range from his forehead to his calves. "Alright," I sigh while closing the box, "that should be it."

Kirishima hazily tries to lift himself from the bed but stumbles. I catch his shoulder, and place my arm under his. "Hey, Ei, you sure you're-."

He cuts me off, "Yeah.. I'll- I'll be ok." As he speaks he pushes himself off of me and goes toward the door.

"Thanks," he mumbles, the piece of wood closing behind him and leaving me in an uneasy silence.

A/N
I'm back sisters hello.