Kirishima came down thirty-five minutes later, wearing new clothes, his hair down and damp and clean, smelling of lavender shampoo. He'd changed his bandage too.
"Hey guys!" He slid onto the bench beside them, smiling.
"Hi, Kirishima!" Mina smiled, while Kaminari and Sero simply waved. Meanwhile, Katsuki hit him on the back so hard he swung forward, hitting his shoulders on the edge of the table.
"Hey," Sero muttered quietly. "Mina, can I steal you for a second?"
Katsuki, who was worried, rubbed circles on your palm as his eyes curiously darted from Mina to Kirishima to Kaminari to Sero.
"What's happenin with em?" He asked into your ear.
You tugged lightly on his sleeve. "Follow me."
You both stood, excusing yourselves, and Bakugo wrapped his arm around your neck. It felt and looked very much like a headlock, but you knew it was just his way of showing affection.
You both went out into an empty hallway. You looked into his deep scarlet eyes, feeling an indescribable sensual sense of warmth and heat.
He ran his hand up and down your arm. "What's with the dumb asses?"
You explained quietly, glancing around every ten seconds to make sure nobody was around. When you were finished he was staring open mouthed at you, shocked.
"No way! Shitty hair's got a thing for Dunce face? Oh, it's the other way around. And Raccoon eyes likes that carrot boy too?!"
You nodded deeply. "Kaminari is all broken up over it from what I heard. I just hope he's okay."
"Eh, off brand Pikachu's fine. He just needs to make Shitty hair jealous." He shrugged his muscled shoulders and walked on down the hallway, slouching with his hands shoved deep in his pockets.
"You comin or not?"
*****
Aizawa had his wrists bandaged, along with his hands. An IV stuck in his arm. Unconscious and smelly. Limp strands of black, oily and damp, laying over his face.
You approached him. "Dad?"
He cracked an eye open. Laughed weakly, his thin chest shaking. "Hi, Y/n/n."
"I'm sorry!" You ran to him and threw your arms around his bedridden self, pulling him into a tight hug.
"No," he replied. "I'm sorry. For not being the father figure I was meant to be in your life, for not protecting and caring for you, for not being better."
"You tried," you whispered against his shoulder, "and that's enough, Dad. That's more than enough. You tried so hard."
He nodded, rubbing your back as you were rubbing his own.
"When will you come home, Dad?"
"The doctors say tomorrow, or the day after. They need to run more tests, let my stitched-up knuckles and wrists heal, and then in four, five, or six days, they're gonna take out the stitches."
"I'm so glad you're okay. So glad."
He laughed again, a relieved one, but a real one all the same. "Same here."
"Aizawa-sensei."
You stopped hugging him, straightening. Bakugo stood, framed in the doorway, hands in his pockets, a nonchalant look on his face with a hint of relief.
He swept forwards into the room, holding out his hand.
"Hello. Nice to meet you again, sir. I am Y/n's partner."
Aizawa's eyes widened. "Oh... oh! Right, right. Nice to see you again, Bakugo Katsuki."
"It's Bakugo."
"Hm. Well, take care of her while I heal up."
"Yes."
After they hand-shook, you grabbed his arm and yanked him into the hallway.
"What do you mean, you're my partner!?" you whisper-screamed at him, careful not to be heard by the passing nurses.
He smirked. "Well, the way I see it, I'm always comforting you. Being with you, kissing you. Why don't I just be your boyfriend?"
You sighed, mentally facepalming. But you agreed with the idea. "Okay, Katsuki. You're my boyfriend."
He smirked slyly, his arms snaking around you as he pulled you into a kiss, his lips connecting with yours. He chuckled against your mouth as he kissed you. After three or four seconds, he parted, that devilish smirk still on his lips.
"Guess you're my girlfriend now. Well, technically you'd still be my wife. Speaking of that, where's the ring?"
This is short, I know, but i will update again very soon in 1-2 days! Hope you guys loved it!
