bnha ; oneshots!! {001 → 100}

028 - stand by me 💗

ship: katsuki bakugo + eijiro kirishima.

The aftermath of a gruelling training session at U.A. High School was typically filled with camaraderie and shared exhaustion. However, tonight the atmosphere was thick with tension as Bakugo stormed through the hallways, his usually fiery temper on edge. He had heard rumours, whispers about Kirishima being hurt, and the very thought set his blood boiling.

Bakugo turned the corner sharply, almost colliding with Kaminari. "Whoa, Bakugo! Watch it, dude!" Denki exclaimed, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"Where is he?" Bakugo barked, his voice a low growl.

Denki's expression sobered instantly. "Who? Kirishima? He's in his room. Bakugo, he—"

But Bakugo was already gone, leaving Denki to trail off. He reached Kirishima's door in record time, banging on it with urgency. "Kirishima, open up!"

There was a moment of silence before the door creaked open, revealing Kirishima's bruised and battered face. His usual bright demeanour was dampened by the pain evident in his eyes.

"Bakugo..." Kirishima began, but Bakugo pushed past him, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Who did this to you?" Bakugo demanded, his eyes blazing with fury. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the outline of a particularly nasty bruise on Kirishima's cheek.

Kirishima winced but tried to smile. "It's nothing, really. Just some upperclassmen who thought they'd test my durability. I'm fine."

Bakugo's jaw clenched, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside him. "Nothing my ass. Sit down."

Kirishima sighed but obeyed, sitting on the edge of his bed. Bakugo moved to the bathroom, returning with a first aid kit. He knelt in front of Kirishima, his touch surprisingly gentle as he began to clean the wounds.

"Katsuki, you don't have to—"

"Shut up," Bakugo muttered, focused on his task. "I'm doing this."

Kirishima watched Bakugo in silence, feeling a mix of gratitude and something deeper, something that made his heart ache. Bakugo's touch, though firm, was careful, and the intensity in his eyes spoke volumes.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Bakugo asked quietly, his voice almost a whisper.

Kirishima looked down, unable to meet Bakugo's gaze. "I didn't want to worry you. You've got enough on your plate."

Bakugo's hands stilled, and he lifted Kirishima's chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. "You're my friend, Kirishima. My... more than that. I need to know when you're hurt. I need to be there for you."

Kirishima's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. "Katsuki, I..."

Bakugo's gaze softened, and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Kirishima's forehead. "I care about you, idiot. You're not just some training partner. You're important to me."

A lump formed in Kirishima's throat, and he struggled to find his voice. "I didn't want to seem weak. I thought you'd think less of me."

Bakugo's eyes blazed with a mix of anger and something tender. "I could never think less of you. You're the strongest person I know. And you don't have to go through this alone. Ever."

Kirishima's heart swelled, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Thank you, 'Suki. I...I love you."

Bakugo's breath hitched, and for a moment, he looked vulnerable, the walls he had built around himself crumbling. "I love you too, Ei. More than anything."

The words hung in the air, a promise and a confession wrapped into one. Bakugo finished tending to Kirishima's wounds, his movements slower, more deliberate. When he was done, he sat beside Kirishima, pulling him into a gentle embrace.

"Next time, you tell me," Bakugo whispered, his breath warm against Kirishima's ear. "If anything happens ever again, I'll take care of you. Always."

Kirishima nodded, resting his head on Bakugo's shoulder. "I will. I promise."