Grit Your Teeth and Bear it (KiriBakuDeku)

Chapter 3

Bakugou's POV

Damn nerd. He's in worse condition than I thought he would be in. He looks perfectly fine on public TV. It just goes to shows how really good he has gotten at hiding things. Though, he didn't exactly do a terrific job hiding it from his friends. Considering they came to us for help.

Then again, it might have been a good call on their part. So far Eiji and I have been able to get him up and in the shower. Next, eat a proper meal, care for those bruises, and then maybe get him out of the house, if we're lucky.

Actually, I'll just throw him over my shoulders again if I have to, no big deal.

"Where do you think he actually got those bruises? Did he have them at the funeral?" Eijiro asked me as he helped pull ingredients out of the fridge. There was barely anything left in there and some of the stuff has already gone bad. The kitchen was spotless, which means he really hasn't made himself a decent meal in awhile.

Damn idiot. Doesn't he know he can't fight villains if he doesn't take care of himself properly?

"I don't know. He could be telling the truth. I did hear on the news he was fighting a villain yesterday, but some of those do look like they are already trying to heal, which means some are probably already a week old. He could've had them at the funeral, but he was wearing long sleeves, so they weren't noticeable," I explained to my boyfriend, now preparing a simple meal, at least until we can get him to go grocery shopping.

"You don't think they could be self inflicted, do you?"

"I don't know. You can't really tell with bruises. It looked like he had a couple of nasty cuts too, but it's hard to tell exactly how he got those, they're not orderly like they would be if they were self inflicted."

"You're right. I say let's just give him the benefit of the doubt and say he's had a rough week and probably let his guard down one too many times. Let's keep an eye on it though, I doubt he really wants to be interrogated. I'll help him clean them up though when he's done so they don't get infected," Eiji said, now beginning to look through cabinets and doors. "Where do you think he keeps the first aid kit?"

"In the bathroom? Like any normal person," I remarked, rolling my eyes.

"Oh right!" He smiled cheekily before going to find one of the spare bathrooms that has to be on this level. I rolled my eyes at his stupidity and focused back on the food. I barely had enough ingredients to make one bowl. We'll really need to get out today and buy food.

Eiji came back several minutes later with a first aid kit in hand. He set it on the dining room table and began pulling out it's contents, figuring out what's there and what he needs to use.

It wasn't long before Deku came down the stairs with clean clothes on and dripping wet hair. His skin was still rather pale and colorless and now that he looked a bit more freshened up, the bags under his eyes were more prominent.

How has nobody noticed his poor condition, except for his friends? You'd think someone at the hero agency would point it out and find something to do to help him.

Deku was about to sit back down on the couch when Eijiro sprung into action. "Oh no you don't," he said, grabbing Deku's wrist lightly, pulling him into the dining room. "Sit, I'm going to clean and bandage those wounds."

Deku gave him an exasperated look. "No, they're fine," he began arguing.

"What if they were to get infected? You need to be treating these, Midoriya." Eijiro shot back with a tone that meant no arguing and I could tell Deku heard it loud and clear.

Deku huffed and sat down on a chair, clearly not having the energy to fight.

Eiji smiled, knowing he's won this battle and began using the stuff laid out on the table. "Take your shirt off."