Wait for me at Sunset

Do they care?

Kirishima woke up to the sound of air conditioning blowing, the dark blue curtains still surrounding him. His ears rang but less loud this time and his head didn't hurt quite as much. There weren't any voices this time, just the clicking of a keyboard. 

He started to sit up but was quickly stopped by a horrible pain in his chest. He immediately collapsed back down, groaning in pain. Behind it was the sound of two chairs sliding across tile and the roll of the wheels on a spinning chair. He saw Recovery Girl push through the curtains and approach his ear, her gray hair pulled up into a tight bun. Behind her, once again, was Yaoyorozu and Bakugo.

And just like that, his heart skipped more beats than it should've. Was he waiting here for me to wake up? I was asleep, right?

"Can you hear me?" Said a familiar, raspy voice in his ear.

"Yes." He cringed at the croak in his voice. 

His eyes stuck to Bakugo as he stared back at him in shock, unmoving from the dark blue drapery he had pushed aside. 

Kirishima was about to speak up and say something to him but was stopped when he felt someone grab his hand. He looked down and saw Yaoyorozu in tears, her voice broken and falling apart. "I'm so sorry, Kirishima! I'm so sorry, I should've been more careful when I was firing. What if I hit Bakugo? He would be dead! I-" It sounded like she was trying to continue talking but her guilt and tears stopped her. She clutched his hand close to her face as she kneeled down beside him, head lowered.

Confusion swirled in his mind. What does she mean? What happened? The last thing I remember - the cannon. He felt his hand tense and stiffen up in her grasp. 

"I -it's alright." He managed to croak out, giving her a gentle smile, trying to reassure her.

Behind her, Bakugo hadn't moved, but was just standing there, his eyes wide. Kirishima's vision was still blurry so he couldn't exactly tell what expression he was showing.

"What happened?" He asked, his voice cracking multiple times.

"Well, dear, you got hit with a cannon ball and the only reason you were able to live was because you had activated your Quirk. If it was anyone else who would've gotten hit, well, lets just say they wouldn't be as lucky as you. When you were brought back here you had a concussion, three broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, a shattered wrist and tissue damage. You should be glad that your friend there brought you back so quickly." He explained to him, nodding to Bakugo who was slowly approaching him, almost cautiously. 

He imagined Bakugo carrying him bridal-style away from danger. It made his heart race and his chest tighten subconsciously. He quickly threw the thought aside, well aware of how stupid it was. He heard the oximeter start to beep a little faster and quickly calmed himself down.

Kirishima was too shocked to respond. He instead looked back down at his hand that Yaoyorozu was still crying into. 

"Don't worry Yao-momo, you didn't know where we were." He said trying to reassure her, but it just made her worse.

"I shouldn't have fired at all!"

He was about to comfort her more but Recovery Girl stopped him. "She's right. She shouldn't have fired something so dangerous at someone at all."

Kirishima thought that was hardly fair but knew that he was a patient, he shouldn't be wasting his breath arguing. Instead, he turned to Bakugo.

"Thanks for getting me out of there." He thanked him, giving him a weak smile, his energy sapping quickly. 

Bakugo stood up straighter and looked away from him. "Whatever." There was a pause. "Thank you for pushing me away."

"Yes. It's good that you pushed him as far away as you did. If you hadn't he would be either just as badly injured as you or even dead." Recovery Girl told him as she looked through a nearby drawer. 

Kirishima gave him a cheeky smile. "How many times have I saved you now?" He teased him, his eyelids starting to get heavy. 

Bakugo only tch-ed as a response, turning his head away before Kirishima fell back into unconsciousness. 

Oh, I forgot to thank them for sitting by me this whole time. Actually, how long was I out? Maybe I-

It was a while before Kirishima regained consciousness. He could barely see sunlight breaking between the curtains. He pulled himself up a little further but was again stopped by a pain in his side. He clutched it tightly, wincing. 

Again, there was the sound of wheels rolling across tile. A moment later, Recovery Girl showed up next to him. "Lay back, your ribs are still in bad condition." 

Kirishima obeyed and leaned back, letting out  a soft exhale. "How-" cough "How long was I out? What time is it?"

"Its 12 now. You've been unconscious for two and half days. The first time you woke up was a few hours after your injury and the second time was at midnight last night. Your friends, Bakugo and Yaoyorozu stayed here late into the night. You should be glad to have as good friends as they are." She said pulling out a stethoscope. 

Kirishima felt his heart lighten. They . . . He stayed here that late . . . for me? His throat felt like it was clogging up. 

"Ok, don't move." Recovery Girl ordered.

Kirishima felt the cold plate of the stethoscope slide across his chest, just above the bandages that were wrapped around his waist. His mind continued wandering off as he thought of Bakugo waiting for him with Yaoyorozu. He cared enough to stay with me. He really does care!

"Your heart rate is much better, it's actually surprisingly fast." Recovery Girl noted.

Oh shit. The only thing that stopped him from hitting his palm against his face was the fact that his wrist was numb and in a cast and the other one was attached to some sort of machine. 

"You're recovering pretty quickly which is good. You should be fully recovered in a week at least." She explained to him as he watched her push aside the curtains and walk out.

For the rest of the afternoon, Kirishima sat there quietly, focusing on the clicks of a keyboard. He could hear students walk outside in the hallway, some of them laughing, some arguing. It made him want to get back to his classmates even more, missing their light-hearted teasing and complaining. 

It wasn't until the sun started setting that he heard the door open and someone enter. 

"Hello, may I see Kirishima?" He could recognize the anxious voice of Midoriya.

"Of course." Recovery Girl responded.

Midoriya pushed aside the curtains and approached Kirishima who was staring straight at him curiously. 

"Hi, how are you?" He asked, kneeling down by the head of his bed.

"Good, could be better though I guess . . ." He added awkwardly, laughing it off.

"Guess so." Awkward pause. "Well, I just wanted to visit and apologize for not letting you fight with me. Maybe if I had let you go with me, you wouldn't be in this condition." He rambled on, fiddling with his fingers.

He's apologizing to me?!

"No worries! Besides, I should be the one apologizing, I was being annoying, I shouldn't have tried to argue." He stated quickly, a light chuckle on his lips. 

Midoriya only blinked at him, clearly not convinced. "Well, I have to get back, Uraraka invited me to hangout for a little bit with Todoroki and Tsu. Hope you get better soon, everyone's been worried." He waved back before passing through the curtains.

"Thank you!" He called after him, his voice cracking a bit at the volume.