𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 → bnha

one.

[ taptap ; todobaku - slight angst, mostly soft ]

this chapter takes place after a fight (that didn't happen in either the anime or manga) between villains and hero leads to a fight between kirishima and bakugou, due to bakugou's secret plan that didn't go down as planned and scared everyone shitless. this does not take place in the dorms.

also!! mini extra thing, it is possible in this one-shot for heroes to heal other heroes (only from the pain, not from the wound itself) as long as they have an emotional connection in that moment.

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the sound of knocking on the glass of his bedroom window made bakugou's pulse jump painfully in his chest, adrenaline racing through his veins as if it would be enough to save him from anything. the sick knot in his stomach reminded him how pathetic his usually strong defenses had been. his fight or flight, usually fight, response hadn't exactly served him well of late.

it was pointless anyway. he doubted murderous fucking birds or lizards (whatever they were) or cocky psychopaths would bother to knock before coming to snatch him up. that only left-

"i'm really not in the mood to chat, kirishima," he said, not bothering to raise his voice. he stayed where he was, cross-legged on his bed, tying and untying the shoelaces of his shoes that were already off like he'd been doing for that last half hour. he didn't know what he was trying to accomplish with it, if getting the ties just right would somehow force his hands to stop shaking, but he couldn't seem to make himself stop.

he heard the rasp of the window sliding open but didn't turn around. he didn't think he could look at kirishima right now, not after everything that had gone down. working with the enemy in a double bluff was one thing, but doing it without informing literally anyone else involved was another and that thing was shitty.

"i said i'm not in the mood for this, kirishitma," he repeated a little more forcefully. the way his jaw clenched made the bruises there ache.

"not kirishima."

definitely not kirishima's voice, and not kaminari's either. those were the only people who had ever climbed in through his window before and bakugou found himself halfway off the bed with his shoe held up defensively before he realized whose voice it was.

"half and half?" he lowered his makeshift weapon but couldn't find it in him to let go of it completely. "the hell are you doing here?"

the boy was still half outside, straddling his windowsill like he wasn't sure if he was actually allowed inside. that wasn't exactly an unfounded worry, considering their history. not that they had all that much history, but they'd sort of been playing opposing sides of the field until very recently. maybe kirishima had warmed up to todoroki but bakugou was still a little wary; in the blond's opinion only, the guy had turned into a giant dick the second he became friends with midoriya.

none of that was conductive to todoroki in his bedroom in the middle of the night looking so uncertain.

"i know you lied," todoroki said, eyes trained on the carpet somewhere between bakugou's feet. "about that night in the basement."

bakugou didn't know what to say to that. mostly because his head hurt, his brain was moving a little sluggishly, and he didn't quite understand what the guy was talking about.

"you wanna try that shit again?" bakugou said. "maybe with a little less of the cryptic and vaguely accusatory fucking vibe?"

todoroki shifted, pulling his other leg through the window to seat himself properly. his hands gripped the sill underneath him tight enough to make the wood squeak and bakugou had no idea why or what was even going on.