Bonded

Break

3rd person

Bakugou laid the unconscious Male on the bed and began to clean out some of the major injuries he had, the worse being on his arm. Kirishimas face turned in discomfort and pain as Bakugou cleaned out the small stones and dirt that were deep inside the cut.
Bakugou watched Kirishima carefully as he did this. The boy on the bed seemed to not be too bothered on what he was doing so he continued to patch him up.

~Kirishima POV

Opening my eyes seemed harder then it needed to be. I took in a deep breath only to cough it out moments later. The world around me seemed more like a fantasy then reality. My skin was crawling underneath the fur.....wait.....where am I? Last I remember I was in the woods on death's door.....I suddenly felt a cool pressure placed on my head. Without turning my head I looked over seeing someone walk away from me and to an iron pot in a fireplace. He was about my height, dressed in a long Cape with fur on his shoulders; His hair was a golden blonde sticking up everywhere. He looked peaceful as he stirred the pot then returned to my side. He must of noticed I was awake because he put a thin sheet over the window to block it the light. He cleared his throat and spoke. "You got a name?" He asked putting his feet up on the bed. "My old master called me Eijiro Kirishima." I croaked out. My voice was raw and my throat burned. The stranger stood from his spot and got a bowl of water and helped me drink it. "Well" he said motioning to the shackles on my ankles. "I guess that explains the chains" I tried to hide my feet under the fur to hide the, but moving make my entire body feel as if it it would break. He rolled his eyes at me and closed them leaning back in his chair. "Get some rest you fucking need it." I wanted to disagree with him but my body rejected that and started to fall into a deep sleep.