Needles.

3.

He was bored.

He couldn't move.

He was in pain.

He was so very, very bored.

Kirishima groaned as he tried to lift his wrapped-up arms, though they didn't even flinch, much like his other attempts. His body burned with an effort that gave no reaction.

After being rescued, his body gave out and the red-head barely remembered being rushed to the hospital, Bakugo's barking was the only thing he clearly recalled.

"What the fuck do you mean my arm's are broken? Fix me dammit!"

"You get that fucking needle away from me or I'll shove it up your sorry ass."

"I swear to my mother's anger issues I'll kill all of you one by one if you put that thing on me- you fucking bag of horse shit! You're going down first!"

"Oh my god, close your mouth it smells like you're bullshitting knowledge."

He wanted to laugh, but even breathing felt like a bunch of knives were being stabbed through his rib cage as every second passed.
A T.V was emitting blue light on his hospital gown and white sheets, though he noticed there was no volume. Kirishima didn't know how long he's been here, but he was starting to miss all his friends, Mr. Aizawa's threats, and Bakugo's extreme behavior.

Speaking of that hothead.

He almost cried in relief when the nurse's told him that the man had already been released after a few visits from RecoveryGirl and bed rest. He too had been healed, but there was only so much she could do for him.

He was hungry too.

I wonder how many of our friend's he murdered today.

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"What the fuck?" Sparks erupted from one of Bakugo's palms as he glared at the paper of names, other arm in a cast.

"Dude, calm down will yah? Its not the end of the world yet." Kaminari sighed, eyes closing from an imcoming headache. "Now I'm kinda wishing it was." He muttered.

How the actual shit does Kirishima deal with this guy on a daily basis?

"Deku and fucking speedracer got first place?" The ashy haired man snarled, anger clear in red eyes. "We're not even on the shitty list!" His hand slammed down next to his half-eaten food tray, steam practically rising from the space between his fingers.

"Uh, they got first time in Villians, we arent on there because of medical disqualification." Asido spoke up, picking at her painted nails. "Yeah man," the lightening boy nodded. "Its not like we lost, or won. Besides, it doesn't affect our grades."

A growl brought both of their attention to Bakugo's face as he stood up abruptly. "Fuck-munch didn't go through that hell for nothing. Imma go demand a re-match." He turned swiftly just as Sero sat down, confusion written on the tape-user's face.

"What did I miss?"

The group watched Bakugo storm through linea of students, stomping all the way to the cafeteria double doors before kicking them open. "He's cursed," Asido explained. "Bless his sins for he has no soul."

Sero's nose scrunched up. "What do you think happened to it?"

"Hmm," the lightning boy across the table smirked as his eyes shined with stupidity. "He probably blew it up, or ate it. Grilled or crispy anyone?" He practically purred as his friends burst into laughter, snorts and all.

The trio was oblivious to a few tables over where a green haired boy had horror written on his freckled face. Turning to his own friends, he whispered in what one could assume was disgust.

"They need so much help."

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"Dear young Bakugo!" A deep voice boomed all around the walkway before there was suddenly a tall, and extremely muscled man towering over him.
Looking up, red orbs squinted in frustration. How tall is he? 7, 8 feet? What the shit.

"Fuck off you damn American flag," Bakugo paused before grunting. "Actually, dont. Youre a little better than a shitty shade-post."

All Might struck a large hand over his chest. "Oh how your word's wound me so deeply." He said cheerfully, all before sputtering. "American Flag?"

Bakugo felt a smirk tug at his lips. "Oh Im sorry, i thought that's what you wanted to be for Halloween." The massive man seemed to be offended, which looked horrid with a smile like his. Suddenly, All Might grinned wider down at the young man, which again, looked even worse. "Bakugo, my sweetest child who had been born from the hair on my greatest horse's ass, how about we make Halloween come early this year?"

He looked up at the hero in pure disgust, mouth even wrinkled at the corners at being pulled down so far. "I can't tell which part I take most offense too, being called your child or an old as fuck horse's ass."

All Might took a step back and settled his massive hands on the other's shoulders. "You know," he started, glancing over at U.A's Flag pole some distance away. "You talk very uncleanly, which would work against some Villain's, although you're always going to find someone who's better than you and that talking won't come with any sort of assistance."

Before Bakugo could blink, he was already high in the air, his legs dangling uselessly against gravity. Glaring down heatedly at All Might who was looking rather proud of himself, Bakugo learned that he was pinned to the tall pole as a flag smacked him in the face. And his uncasted arm. Oh how he should have known.

"What the fuck."

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Late but worth it? Probs not ;)

Not proof-read because Wi-Fi is a curse and a blessing hooray

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