MHA Sickfics

006 🌈 Bakugo's Unexpected Care🌈 (BakuDeku)

Sick: Deku
Caretaker: Bakugo
Bakugo's Unexpected Care
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Midoriya lay in his bed, covered in layers of blankets, his body shivering uncontrollably from the fever that had taken hold of him. The room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting shadows on the walls. Every movement sent waves of pain through Midoriya's body, and he couldn't remember the last time he felt so weak.

Just as he was drifting in and out of sleep, the door creaked open, and Bakugo entered, carrying a tray with a bowl of steaming soup and a glass of water. Midoriya's heart skipped a beat at the sight of his friend, an unusual mixture of surprise and gratitude washing over him.

Bakugo set the tray on the bedside table and approached Midoriya with an uncharacteristically gentle expression. "Hey, Deku," he said, his voice softer than usual. "I brought you some soup. You need to eat and stay hydrated."

Midoriya managed a weak smile, touched by Bakugo's unexpected act of kindness. "Th-thank you, Kacchan," he murmured, his voice hoarse.

Bakugo sat down on the edge of the bed and carefully helped Midoriya sit up, propping him against the pillows. With great care, he lifted the spoonful of soup to Midoriya's lips, urging him to take small, nourishing bites. The warmth of the soup spread through Midoriya's body, providing some comfort amidst the illness.

As Midoriya ate, Bakugo stayed by his side, a silent presence filled with concern. He wiped away the beads of sweat on Midoriya's forehead and offered sips of water to ease his parched throat. The tenderness in Bakugo's actions spoke volumes, revealing a side of him that few had witnessed before.

"You should rest, Deku," Bakugo said, his voice a hushed whisper. "I'll stay here with you."

Midoriya nodded, feeling grateful for Bakugo's company. He settled back into the pillows, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion. As sleep claimed him, he could still sense Bakugo's presence, the unwavering support and care that radiated from him.

Throughout the night, Bakugo remained vigilant, occasionally wiping Midoriya's forehead and offering words of encouragement. He watched over his friend, protecting him from the depths of illness, as the hours stretched on.

When Midoriya finally stirred, the morning light filtering through the curtains, he found Bakugo dozing in the chair beside his bed. A faint smile graced Midoriya's lips as he took in the sight of his friend, his usually fierce expression softened in slumber.

"Kacchan," Midoriya whispered, his voice still weak but filled with gratitude.

Bakugo's eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto Midoriya. "Deku, you're awake," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

Midoriya reached out and grabbed Bakugo's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you, Kacchan," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "For taking care of me."

Bakugo's features softened, a rare vulnerability shining in his eyes. "I... I just didn't want you to suffer alone, idiot," he muttered, a hint of a blush coloring his cheeks.

Midoriya chuckled softly, the sound carrying a hint of his usual energy. "You're not so bad, Kacchan. Maybe we should be sick more often."

Bakugo scowled, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Don't push it, Deku."

As they shared a moment of warmth and understanding, Midoriya couldn't help but feel grateful for Bakugo's unexpected care and the depth of their friendship. In sickness, they had discovered a new level of trust and support, a bond that transcended their differences and united them in a way they never thought possible.

And as they faced the challenges that awaited them beyond the confines of illness, Midoriya knew that he could always count on Bakugo to have his back. Their journey together would be filled with trials and triumphs, but the memory of Bakugo's unwavering care during his sickness would forever be etched in Midoriya's heart, a reminder of the incredible strength that friendship could bring.