Staccato » Kiribaku One Shots

3. Everything I Didn't Say

Requested by: firecat527

One minute Bakugo's veins were filled with blinding anger and thrill, fighting three of the bigger and stronger opponents with all he had, the battlefield loud and deafening due to his explosions, and the next minute everything around them dissipated.

The noise around them had quietened to Bakugo. Briefly, he was aware people were shouting for help here and there and he could make out the distance ambulance alarms ringing, but his ears heard nothing. His fingers lost all touch. His sense of smell couldn't identify the smoke and dust surrounding him. His mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

The only sense of his that was working was sight. It focused on pale body, sprawled unceremoniously on the ground, with fiery red hair and pale, soft skin. If he had not been aware of the situation, he would've associated that sight with one he often saw late at night - his supposed best friend with his cheek smushed against a History of Arts textbook - but Bakugo was all too aware that this sight was far less endearing, far more frightening and lacking of the always present drool that was a cause of sleeping with one's mouth open. It brought a chill that seeped through his body to his bones.

He was dumbfounded as to how Kirishima had got there, on the ground, looking as if he was sleeping. His mind was scattered and he couldn't quite grasp the fact that Kirishima was hurt. Lying on the concrete ground of their battlefield, bruised and cut harshly on multiple places, leg smashed underneath a boulder of concrete from the broken building around them. Kirishima looked absolutely lifeless.

He began to process that the position of the boulder was exactly where he'd been standing, just a minute ago. Kirishima was all the way on the other side of the battlefield, but he briefly remembered seeing him run, but none of the memories clicked until he realised that he was lying on the floor too, his elbows scraped from the concrete due to being shoved.

Did Kirishima see the boulder about to hit him and push him out of the way?

Bakugo's mind was too hazy to put the pieces together, but that was his initial assumption, and with that thought in mind, the guilt nestled inside him and his vision blacked out.

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When he next woke up, he was seated in a blue plastic chair, harsh lights making his way to vision. He blinked to get his senses oriented.

"Ah, you're awake again, Mr. Bakugo," a soft voice spoke, looking over at him.

"Where am I?" He managed to croak out, his voice hoarse. His back ached from sitting in that seat and he found himself wishing to lie down.

"You're in Mr. Kirishima's hospital room. Don't move too much, sir, you'll dislocate the machine from your arm," the nurse smiled brightly at him for reassurance.

Bakugo noticed the needle in his arm, attached to a moniter machine, but he payed no heed to it. His eyes drifted over to the bright red contrasting with the stark white of the room, feeling his muscles relieve and a weight lift off his shoulders when he saw Kirishima, still looking lifeless but with a slight rise of his chest every few seconds or so.

"What happened? Did we win the fight? How did he get so injured? Is he okay?" Bakugo directed his attention back to the kind nurse.

"You did win, but several of the main villains got away, I'm afraid. That's all I've been informed of the battle, Mr. Bakugo," she said apologetically. "As for Mr. Kirishima..."