bnha oneshots!!

46 - healing touch 💗

ship: katsuki bakugo + eijiro kirishima.

Katsuki Bakugo trudged down the hallway of the dorms, grumbling under his breath. It wasn't like he didn't care about his friends, but when Mr. Aizawa had told him to go check on Kirishima, he felt a mix of irritation and worry. Kirishima was tough as nails, hardly ever getting sick, so whatever had knocked him out of commission had to be serious.

Reaching Kirishima's door, Bakugo hesitated for a moment before knocking. The sound echoed through the empty corridor, and after a few seconds, he heard a weak "Come in."

Bakugo pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dim, with the curtains drawn to block out the bright afternoon sun. Kirishima lay in bed, looking pale and exhausted, a stark contrast to his usual vibrant self.

"Kirishima," Bakugo said gruffly, trying to mask his concern. "You look like shit."

Kirishima managed a weak smile. "Thanks, man. Just what I needed to hear."

Bakugo rolled his eyes and walked over to the bed, pulling up a chair. "Aizawa-sensei told me to check on you. What the hell happened?"

Kirishima coughed, his voice raspy. "Caught some kind of flu, I think. Hit me hard yesterday. Tried to tough it out, but... well, you see how that worked out."

Bakugo sighed, his irritation fading as he took in the sight of his friend struggling. "You need anything? Water? Medicine?"

Kirishima shook his head. "I'm good. Just need to rest. But... thanks for coming, Bakugo."

Bakugo grunted, crossing his arms. "Yeah, well, don't get used to it. I'm not a damn nurse."

Kirishima chuckled weakly, but it turned into a coughing fit. Bakugo instinctively reached out, patting his back until the coughing subsided. When Kirishima finally caught his breath, he looked up at Bakugo with a grateful expression.

"Seriously, though. Thanks. It's nice to have some company."

Bakugo huffed, feeling an unfamiliar warmth in his chest. "Don't mention it. Just get better soon. We need you at full strength."

Kirishima nodded, his eyes already starting to droop from exhaustion. "I'll try. Just... stay a while, okay?"

Bakugo didn't respond, but he didn't move either. He sat there, watching over Kirishima as he drifted off to sleep, his usual fiery demeanour softened by the concern he felt for his friend.

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Hours passed, and Bakugo found himself settling into a routine. He fetched water and medicine when needed, made sure Kirishima was comfortable, and even managed to convince him to eat a little soup he had prepared. It was strange, this feeling of caring for someone else so deeply, but it wasn't unwelcome.

As evening fell, Kirishima woke up, looking slightly better than before. His fever had broken, and he seemed more alert. Bakugo handed him a glass of water, which he accepted gratefully.

"Thanks, Bakugo. You've been a real lifesaver," Kirishima said, his voice stronger.

Bakugo shrugged, trying to downplay his efforts. "Just doing what Aizawa-sensei asked."

Kirishima's smile widened. "You know, you're not as tough as you pretend to be."

Bakugo glared at him, but there was no real anger behind it. "Shut up, Shitty Hair."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the air between them filled with an unspoken understanding. It was in these quiet moments that Bakugo felt something deeper stirring within him, something he had been trying to ignore for a long time.

"Kirishima," Bakugo began, his voice unusually soft, "why didn't you tell anyone you were feeling this bad?"

Kirishima looked down at his hands, a hint of embarrassment on his face. "Didn't want to worry anyone. I thought I could handle it."

Bakugo sighed, leaning back in his chair. "You're an idiot, you know that? We're your friends. We care about you. I care about you."

Kirishima's eyes widened in surprise, and Bakugo felt his heart race as he continued. "I... I care about you a lot, Kirishima. More than just as a friend."

There was a moment of stunned silence before Kirishima reached out, his hand covering Bakugo's. "I care about you too, Bakugo. More than just a friend."

Bakugo felt a surge of relief and happiness, emotions he rarely allowed himself to feel. He squeezed Kirishima's hand, his eyes meeting his friend's—no, his boyfriend's—filled with an intensity that spoke volumes.

"Good," Bakugo said, his voice steady. "Because I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me, got it?"

Kirishima laughed, a genuine, happy sound that made Bakugo's heart swell. "Got it."

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As the days passed, Kirishima slowly recovered, and Bakugo was there every step of the way. They spent more time together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. The rest of their friends noticed the change, but no one said anything, respecting the quiet evolution of their relationship.

One evening, as they sat on the rooftop of the dorms, watching the sunset, Kirishima turned to Bakugo, his expression serious. "Bakugo, I just want to say... thank you. For everything. You really helped me through this."

Bakugo looked at him, his eyes softening. "Told you, didn't I? I'm not going anywhere."

Kirishima smiled, leaning in closer. "Good. Because I don't want you to."

Bakugo felt a warmth spread through him as Kirishima closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with unspoken promises, of a future built on trust, respect, and love.

As they pulled apart, Bakugo rested his forehead against Kirishima's, a rare smile on his lips. "You're such a sap, Shitty Hair."

Kirishima chuckled, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "Yeah, but you love it."

Bakugo's smile widened. "Yeah, I do."

And with that, they sat together, watching the sun dip below the horizon, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. Because sometimes, the strongest bonds were forged in the quiet moments of care and compassion, and sometimes, love was found in the most unexpected places.