Pop Rocks [Kiribaku]

Chapter 27: He needs some time

Kirishima POV: He's been either asleep or ignoring me for two days now. After he woke up I could immediately tell... He was different again. He didn't look anyone in the face and he barely spoke, let alone smile or laugh. It was worse than last time, way worse. I used to be the only one he let in, the only one he could fall into and cry, but now all I got from him was frightened silence. Kaminari and the rest of the bakusquad told me that he needs some time, and I suppose they're right. So like the last two days I've been wandering around the hospital all day, anxious for when I would finally snap and let myself go back to his room and get ignored some more. Before I knew it I was in front of his room, pushing the door open to see him... Sitting up?

Bakugo POV:

It's fucking cold. Shitty hair left again about two hours ago and I assumed he finally gave up on me and went home so I managed to sit myself up and search for the thermostat. These blankets they gave me were much too thin and sleeping between sheets still felt weird on its own. I finally spotted it on the wall opposite from the door and I could just feel my lifeless eyes glimmer. Even if I was this disgusting, weak, pointless being I was not going to be helpless. I was going to do this for myself. So I shoved my legs out from under the covers and shakily put them on the floor, before I could think about it too much I was on my feet, but the pain flowered over my back and I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling my knees give out and waiting for contact with the ground that never came. I opened my eyes to see Kirishima holding me up around my waist, hands burning through my hospital gown. I only looked in his eyes for a fraction of a second before I registered the burning, screeching out a pitiful sound and pushing him away, catching against the edge of the bed and falling to the floor. His hands burned, just like everyone's hands had since I returned. Like blue fire. He fell down as well into the chair beside the bed.
'stupid stupid stupid, now he thinks you don't trust him. Look what you did, you probably hurt him. Weak.'
I turned away from his surprised face and tried my best to hide under the bed but couldn't get very far with all the wires and tubes pulling at my skin. I clutched at the bedframe and tried to pull in air, eventually finding the right muscles to contract. His hands burned. His, Eijirou's, the only one I was hoping would get through my dumb, terrified head. It was stupid to think he would be the exception, but I had hope. All over my skin his hands had stamped themselves permanently into my flesh, I was disgusting and nobody was safe.

"Katsuki?" I shook my head, keeping my eyes squeezed shut.
"I know you don't want me to touch you but you have to get back in bed, I'm going to pick you up with a blanket" he said, his voice gentle and smooth like I remembered but all I could do was cower and shake, waiting for the burning. I flinched hard when the soft blanket touched my arm, but as it engulfed my body there was no burning. I slowly opened my eyes to find myself in his arms, held close to his chest, far too close and starting to panic. He saw that, and quickly leaned his face as far away as possible and telling me "just a little longer" before setting me back in the bed and covering me with the blanket. I breathed shakily and looked up at him, meeting his tired eyes and just now realizing... He looked like shit. He was tiny, he looked like he hadn't eaten at all since I was taken and hadn't slept in days. A wave of guilt washed over me- that was my fault.
"I'm sorry Kat, I'll leave now-"
"no... Please stay" I whispered, almost without meaning to. He looked surprised but nodded, sitting back in the chair I had pushed him into. I took a second to watch him as he got comfortable... He was too far away. It had seemed far too close the first time but I wanted to see him that up close as he had been when he was holding me, and it wasn't burning.
"Come here?" I asked in a small voice, not sure if he would be mad at me for changing my mind or not. He just looked even more surprised before getting that dump puppy dog grin he used to get and stood back up. I swallowed as he approached the bed but I wanted him closer.
"Don't put your hands on me" I said in an even smaller voice, reaching up with a far too delicate hand as he let himself be pulled down beside me. I made sure to keep the blanket between us as I pulled his arm over me. It felt so right, and all of a sudden something snapped in me and I was pressed impossibly close to him, burrowed up in the blanket while he layed there still like I had asked him to, so good, always so good to me, the arm I had pulled around myself still draped over my shoulder, limp and yet somehow still supporting me. I inhaled his perfect scent and let it out shakily, realizing laying with him like this had never been anything like laying with Dabi. Dabi felt sick and wrong, a kind of chaotic torture, while Eijirou felt warm and secure- safe. I took another deep breath in and slept better than I had in three whole weeks, and, amidst the rush of sleep and warmth, tilted my face so that the blissfully cool arm of my rock fell against my cheek, and a cold tear dropped onto my face.

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Awwwwwwwww the boys are back together. I've decided I'm continuing this story!!! I was surprised by the amount of people who commented, I've been in a really bad place recently so hopefully going back to writing this book will distract me enough. I love you all!