Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

Chapter twenty-two: Symptoms

As per routine Bakugo's alarm rang at 5 A.M however his overall exhaustion had caused him to stay in bed. He awoke again three hours later at around 8 A.M except you persuaded him into staying in bed just a little longer. And so no one woke up until around 10:30 when Mina had gone to the washroom and found the reflection of her skin to be pink. Thus the blood curdling scream that awoke everyone in the household. Both you and Bakugo bolted instantly up right, fight or flight pushing the two of you to move.

Kirishima upon waking up in an empty bed was quick to scramble to wherever the scream had originated from. There he stood in the doorway red hair tied back in a bun. He was freaking the fuck out. The door was locked, "Ashido!" He was banging his fist against the door, sweating and desperate to get in. "Are you ok? Hey!"

She was not ok, in fact she too was freaking the fuck out. There was no way she was going to let him in. Nu-uh. "Mina?" It was your voice now.

"Is he behind you?"

Lie to her. Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie. "No." She cracked the door open, "What happened?"

"I don't know," she wailed. You pushed your way into the bathroom quickly shutting the door behind you as to save her dignity. "I think it was my hair dye?" She didn't seem confident in that theory.

"Then how did your hands turn pink?! Did you see the color wash out yesterday?" You turned on the shower, scanning over the towels in search of any kind of pink.

"No," she sniffled.

"Did any of it get on him? Or the bed?"

"No," another sniffle from her.

"So what the hell is going on here then?"

you could hear Kirishima rambling outside the washroom, going on and on about the lightning. "I knew we should have gone to the hospital. I was trying to tell you guys that we needed to get checked."

"Oi," that was Bakugo now. "Calm the fuck down shitty hair you don't even know what's wrong with her yet."

"What id he's right?" Mina sniffled from where she was wallowing against the bathroom sink. She had her back turned towards the mirror so that she wouldn't have to see her own face anymore.

"What do you mean?"

"What if it was the lightning?"

"We don't know that yet, but we're gonna figure it out." You slipped out of the bathroom, needing some type of air.

"Is she ok?" Kirishima was right there in your face.

"You should ask, it's not my place. We think her dye might of just bled though so you can at least breath a little lighter."

He nodded, sitting against the bathroom door so that he could talk to Mina.

"She's ok?" Bakugo was at your side now, arms reaching for your waist.

"Yeah, are you guys ok though? She thinks it might be some kind of phenomenon."

"Ain't shit wrong with me," he kissed his teeth.

"No there is," you said with your hand on his forehead. His face scrunched up at your reply, clearly displeased. "You feel kind of warm."

"Just a fever," he put his face in your shoulder, body pressed to yours.

"A sweaty one. It's ok we'll figure this out."

"We're going to the hospital," Kirishima shouted. Though no of you were really sure as to why he was shouting, I mean who was he even shouting at?

There was a scream from the bathroom and then a loud crash. Kirishima and you were back at the bathroom door faster than the speed of light. "What!?" You shouted only for Kiri to echo.

"What!?"

And then the both of you joined together in harmony, "What!?" Kirishima was banging against the door, he had to get in, he needed to. His skin seemed to form callouses within seconds, and then it became hard as a rock. You could hear how solid it was as he continued to bang against the door. His flesh began to protrude in  grotesque way, taking on this jagged shape. His fist was causing the wood to break, as if it were not the hand of a man but the blunt force of a hammer.

"Kiri," your voice was unsteady.

"What the hell," Katsuki was staring at Kirishima's arm. The red-head halted his motions, eyes enlarging to full mass.

"Does it hurt?" You asked Kiri before banging on the door, "Mina! Mina you're gonna have to come out, you're not the only one experiencing things."

"I'm fine guys," Kirishima chuckled throwing his head back. "It just tickles really," he shrugged.

There Mina was just barely peeking out from behind the bathroom door. "Kiri," she gasped rushing over to him. Suddenly it hadn't mattered that she was pink, or that she hadn't fully dried. "What happened? Does it hurt?"

Your head whipped around towards Bakugo, "don't say anything." He nodded, still gaping at the woman with pink skin.

"Your pink," Kirishima giggled, his thumb caressing her elbow. "And what was all that noise in the shower?"

"I slipped," she said bashfully. "And then uh," she shifts to look at you. "When I went to grab the curtain it melted in my hand." As proof she opened her palm to reveal pieces of it still in her grasp. Kirishima's flesh had started to fall back into place, his muscles gradually becoming more lax.

"We have to go to the doctor," Kirishima scanned over all of you.

"I'm pink, I'm not going out in public. I refuse to." Mina crossed her arms over her chest, careful of her hands.

"Then we'll make a house call," you chimed in. They all turned then to look at you, "you're all experiencing crazy symptoms. This could be really bad," you leaned into Bakugo. Mina huffed and flopped onto the couch. Kirishima bounded over to the telephone glad that he had won the argument.

"Thought I was sweaty," Bakugo grumbled to you.

"You are, but I like you even when you're sweaty." You kissed him on the cheek and then went off to make breakfast.