BNHA Gay Ships One-Shots! 《《BOOK 1》》

ShinKami | Need Over Want

Ah, damn it.

The thought rings out, digging into his skin as it activates regret. His feet stiffly drag out footsteps, constantly catching him from falling over. This time, the pain is unbearable, and how it had begun as soon as Bakugo's fist had landed on his midriff has him seconds from hyperventilating.

He finds a picnic table nearby, a cool shade being cast perfectly around it on the contrary to the empty and wide dirty field they had been dueling in. Bakugo had left early due to an appointment at the doctor's, and nobody else had tagged along.

He falls against the wooden bench like a frightened goat, heaving in air and trying his damndest to keep it down. He takes an excruciatingly long time to pull out his phone, which had benefited him the time to think of who to call.

"With a pain like this," he thinks to himself, "the ambulance seems suitable."

He's long gone in panic, nearby wishing death over how his body currently drowns in a pain so specific and so raw. His ability to hold a clear train of thought is lost as his eyes scan his list of contacts, spotting the one he would normally fear bothering and immediately hitting "dial".

Three, four, five rings slowly go by. By the seventh, the phone is answered.

"Kaminari," a calm, or unenthused tone responds.
"Shinso..." he gags out through a whirlwind of stammers. "Can--.. can you hh-..."

"Oh my God-?" The voice breaks in again. "D'You get hit by a car?! Why're you sounding like that-?"
"Help-... I-.. I think.. I'm hurt.. bad..." he heaves out, his words barely coherent through the levels of stuttering he presents. 

"You need help-- you got hurt bad? Okay--? Uhh... I'll be over right away--"

His location is shared digitally, as talking became too big of a challenge through blinding torture. As he waits, his head lays back against nothing, his eyes resting unpeacefully. 

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Content warning: Hanahaki, broken bones, blood
Word count: 1850
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"Kaminari!"

There's the sound of a car locking, or activating its alarm-- Kaminari can't quite pick the two apart. But he grunts as he lifts up his head, tears flooding his eyes both at the pain's intensity and at the sight of Shinso coming his way.

"Kaminari, I've never seen someone look so pale before-- what happened?"
"Was-.." His explanation is crushed by another thought; a realization. 

His throat begins to close up and his chest begins to burn. His heart, it struggles to pump enough at the rate that his mind is going. Petals, his mind spews out. Petals, they're flooding my airways already.
Petals... they burn, coming up. 

"I was..." he picks up again. "I was sparring... with Bakugo..."
"Sparring with Bakugo-? Can you talk a bit more clearly or is that not--?"
"My-... my chest.. it all-... it all hurts.. so much..."

He's gagging at any mere touch, but Shinso's consistency prevails. He's leaned against him and sat up, the mere lean forward earning a gritted howl of pain. 

"Okay-- okay, we're gonna get you to a hospital, is that good-? To the car, let's go, let's go..."
"Slow--! Slow down!" He pleads, his nose running and dripping of what Kaminari can only assume is blood. He's fighting down a river of petals, grimacing at the lingering taste of perfume on his tongue. He prays that his breath doesn't smell like peonies.