Bakudeku

Chapter 5

Bakugou's POV-

Bakugou was waiting in the waiting room, ready to hear back from the doctor. He glanced at the clock impatiently. 7:00pm. He groaned and decided to search the web. "How to get over a loss?" Bakugou typed in. 

"Kacchan.." That puny voice replayed over and over and over in his head. Bakugou! Stop!You need to let go. He kept telling himself. Soon you need to let go. After an hour or two, he staring at this one dude. The name was spelled all over his shirt. Sonyo. Was that the brand or this dudes name? I think he saw Bakugou staring at him, because he looked up slightly. Bakugou only saw his face for a few seconds, but Bakugou felt his face warm up (Oh no he's hooot). Right as he was looking down, the man winked.

"Katsuki Bakugou." A doctor shouted over the rumble of chattering coming from the room. He got up hastily and walked with the doctor back to Deku's room. When the door opened, a wave of chemicals hit him like a truck. It almost hurt to breath. 

Bakugou reeled. After he reorganized his thoughts, he looked around.  Doctors and nurses were surrounding Deku's small ass frame. Had Deku shrunk, or was it just him?

"What the hell is wrong with him? What did you do?!" Bakugou felt cold to the bone after his self-prep-talk. He thought that the doctors did something.

"Sir...soon after a month or two, we'll have to pull the plug." The doctors looked sorrowfully at Bakugou.

"What do you mean?!"  He was genuinely confused. Right as the nurse was in the midst of taking in a breath to break the news to him, it clicked.

"No.NO! You will not do that! I will use all the money I have until he wakes up! He will wake up!" He was about to curse all the doctors and nurses in the room but he didn't. For the sake of not being kicked out.

"Okay. But after a two or three months, we have to. It's not good for the body." They sounded grim.

"Every. Last. Cent." He pulled out a hundred dollar that he saved. He shoved it to the first doctor he laid eyes on and walked out of the room. He again saw that same boy, Sonyo. He saw me and decided to raise his lazy ass out of he chair. He started coming towards me. 

Bakugou gave him a scowl. The boy kinda flinched but didn't stop. Bakugou gave a low growl.

"Hey! It's you!" He walked right up to Bakugou and gave a smile. He was one of those snarky rich white kids.

"What's your name?!" He held out his hand in a 'shake my hand' manner. "My name is Sonyo!" He gave an even bigger smile. Bakugou shoved his hands away. "Bakugou. Katsuki Bakugou." He scowled and held in a little blush. Sonyo was kinda cute in a way.

"So why are you here?" Sonyo ignored Bakugou's rude gesture and looked him in the eyes in a pure way. Like Deku.

"Someone I...My friend is in a coma." He said hoarsely and bluntly. He held in tears and realized that Sonyo seemed to notice.

"I'm usually not the hugging type, but.." He stopped and wrapped his arms around Bakugou like a snake would with prey. Bakugou was surprised by the movement. Before he could do anything, Sonyo stopped. 

"Don't do that again." He growled lowly. Bakugou noticed the small blush forming around Sonyo's face. He scowled. Sonyo looked away, for some odd reason. He looked away from his face.

"Anyway, we should chat more. My number is 420-696-6942."(Obviously fake number) Sonyo said in a bubbly voice. 

"Sure.." He pulled out his phone and added him on text. 

"Cya anytime, Bakugou!" He started to walk away. Yeesh he was something. 

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Bakugou arrived home and saw a huge setup and Kirishima standing in the middle of it all.

"Hey, Bakugou. I made you somethin' as a.....hmmmmm 'don't give up party'?" He bounced over to Bakugou. He looked like a cat on cat mint. His eyes sparkled. 

"Thanks, buddy." He sounded the least bit happy. He enjoyed Kirishima's company.

"Anytime, Bakugou!" He turned around and gave Bakugou a noogie. They laughed together. For once, he could forget.

Soon it escalated into horse play. They were giving each other little punching and noogies. Soon they settled down and talked. 

"I'm sorry to change the subject, but what happened at the hospitable?" Kirishima looked deeply into Bakugou's eyes. Like he was trying to comfort him, or something. 

"Well, he's in a coma and on life support. Soon, in like two months, they'll have to..to..pull the plug." He got his words out finally. He thought of Deku and what he would do in that situation. What would Deku do? Little bursts of encouragement formed in his head.

Keep going Kacchan! You're the coolest! You're awesome! He smiled. 

"What?" Kirishima asked curiously. 

"Deku would encourage me. Even if I wanted to kill him." He looked back at red head. Bakugou smiled. Like actually smiled. 

"Well, you wanna go get icecream?" He looked hopefully at Bakugou. 

"Yeah..Yeah that would be nice." He got up with Kirishima and put on his shoes. 

"Seriously, shitty hair. You need to slow your role on crocks." He said while his nose was turned down on Kirishima's feet. 

"Hah! No!" He smiled happily at Bakugou. 

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Kirishima and Bakugou ordered their icecream. Kirishima got chocolate and Bakugou got strawberry. They ate together and talked. They talked about school, home life and ect. He was staring at the passing cars and noticed the bell to the icecream shop rung. Blung. Sonyo walked in.

"Oh, hey Bakugou! Who...who's your friend?!" He looked at the red haired male. His smile sagged into a slight frown. Bakugou noticed and slid closer to Kirishima in a protective way. 

"Sonyo, Kirishima. Kirishima, Sonyo." He was skeptical, but that was normal. Whenever he met someone knew, he had to meet them fully. He ate his icecream as Sonyo sat next to him.