Long Time Coming

Zig Zag

He was so tired the world around him felt like it was spinning. But Kirishima was awake and God that was such a relief. He thought, he had genuinely thought-

He blinked in rapid succession, bringing a chip to his mouth and missing. Annoyed he grabbed it off his shirt and crammed it into his mouth, cutting the inside of his cheek. He looked at his hand.

Blinked. Blinked slower. Chewed. Blinked again, letting his eyes close longer. Just for a few more seconds .

Looked at his hand again, the regret hitting him hard like a sucker punch. He should have been stronger. He should have been able to detonate that missile, not just slow it down. He should have been able to protect his partner... himself . Anyone.

"Fuck." Kirishima groaned and Bakugou was too tired to hide his visceral response.

The man was making food an orgasmic experience between tonguing the jello and his noises. Bakugou's eyes dropped closed again as he chewed.

Once. Twice. His brain felt foggy, less guarded. Less filtered.

What would it feel like if he licked me like that? His eyes darted open, falling closed again. Did I say that out loud-?

"Hey," The redheads voice was low, unintentionally taunting. "Wanna see something cool?"

His eyes shot open. The world was blurry. He frowned at everything because fuck that was annoying.

"Oh, bro." The apology in his voice was grating. "The bed next to me is empt-"

"Fuck, I can't walk that far." It was the truth, every part of him felt like it had been stuff with lead. "I had to wait in the-" he couldn't suppress his yawn, "-in the ER waiting room and it's so busy down there. Saw some shit man. Gruesome shit. Stupid shit." He sat, putting all four legs of the chair down as he pushed himself onto unsteady feet. "Move."

He crawled onto the bed shoving the table over, amazed at how much food Kirishima had managed to put away in the half hour they'd been with one another. The redhead gasped in disbelief, scrambling to squeeze his mass onto bed rail. Bakugou sat in the admittedly cramped empty space, shifting to get comfortable.

"Fuckin move fuckin redheaded fuck." He growled as he lay down, lifting his hip as Kirishima pulled his hand from under him like it had been burned. It certainly was in danger of it.

"I mean this isn't a big bed." Kirishima's voice rose as Bakugou's arm and side pressed against him. "It's smaller than the ones at the dorms-"

"Shh... thefuckup." Bakugou turned so his back was facing Kirishima, resting above the blanket. "I'm just tired."

And he was. God he was.

When he'd gotten back from the interrogation and from the lecture from the dog faced chief of police Kirishima had still be unconscious. He'd had to wait and watch as they cleaned him, bandaged him, stitched him. His arms were beat to hell, his chest heaved unnaturally. The bruise staining his dark skin made Bakugou shudder. But he had been breathing. He had been breathing .

Kirishima had held off a fucking rocket. He'd absorbed the heat of the blast and turned into something nearly god-like. All Bakugou had done-

He didn't want to think of how useless he had been; curling into himself. The weight of his weakness was crushing. He couldn't help the tears that fell as all of the weight finally fell bubbled to the surface; the fear, the anxiety, the guilt, the realization.

"I-" He sucked in a deep, deliberate breath to try and calm himself, to try and stem the tears. "I thought you died."

He didn't bother to look; he didn't need to. He felt Kirishima settle on the bed. His weight sinking the mattress down; pulling Bakugou towards him like he was a planet and Bakugou was just the moon trapped in his pull of gravity. Warm skin sent tingles rushing over him and he wanted more. He wanted to roll over, he wanted to bury his head in Kirishima and cling to him. He wanted to cry to him; sob. He wanted to just be as broken as he felt for just one night. Just one night. He knew the redhead would let him, would keep the secret. Wouldn't hold it against him.