Don't Be So Weak, Monoma

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Bakugou's POV:

Me and that kid with rabies were assigned to share my dorm, to be honest, I'm uncomfortable. He's chaotic, extremely loud, and always losing his shit- wait...that sounds kinda like me. WeLL sHiT, wHo'D haVe tHoUgHt?

Hah- not me.

I'm surprised at myself. The fact that I hadn't totally flipped out when I heard I'd have to share a room with him, I guess I'm just really fucking tired. What's his name? K-Kahono? Konoho? Wanono? Wanona? Monoho? Monopoly?

I open up my door and let him pass. 

My eyes dart up to his face, I can't see his eyes, his head's lowered to the ground, his hands in his pockets. That's not something he usually does, I've paid enough attention to class B to understand their body language.

But I guess, we're all pretty tired. 

One thing, that will be hard to decide is, where's he gonna sleep? What's he gonna wear? Practically all his stuffs destroyed. 

As he passes me, my eyes randomly fall apon his chest. Wait- what the hell?

Why's he have...I wanna say boobs but that sounds weird...

Is this dude a chick? Or...a chick-dude? Or a chick once dude...or dude once chick-

Y'know what? I don't care right now.

He pauses, noticing me gazing at his chest, probably like a pervert, but I swear, I'm not thinking of all this shit in a perverted way. 

Monoho- er Kanono- ah whatever- he darts into the room. I follow after, slowly and quietly closing the door.

"Hey'uhhh...d'you have a charger chord..?" He slurs. 

"Well duh, why the fuck wouldn't I?" I grunt. 

"Cn'I use it?" He lifts his head and blinks slowly at me. 

"Uh-" I begin.

He stalks over to my bed and plants himself on it.

Welp.

"Cn'I?" He asks again, pulling his phone out and placing it beside him on the bed. 

"Tch..." I click my tongue and go to look for my spare charger chord. 

"Uh- Konono- er whatever yer name is, what kind of phone d'you have?"

"D'fuck 'chya jus' call me?"

"Monoho...ah- wait- Wanono..?"

He just stares at me, wide eyed, mouth gaping open. 

"J'you really think that's m'name?"

"No, I just can't fucking remember your name."

"A'have the same phone 's'you." He stands and stalks over to me, holding his phone out. I grab it from his hand, and attempt plugging it into my chord, it worked...huh.

I pull my hand away, feeling some sticky substance and my hand. My hand has blood on it..

"The hell..?"

I hear a small huff behind me and turn to see him glaring at his hands. The guy's hands are coated in fresh, red blood.

My mommy instincts kick in- OH GREAT, NOW I'M TALKIN' LIKE KIRI.

I dart up and grab his hands, almost aggressively, and examine them. Wanono tries to jerk his hands away, but fails. Damn...even his strength is practically gone.

I let go and gesture for him to follow me to the bathroom. He begins to follow, but begins to stagger, his knees give out and he begins falling. 

Luckily, I get to him in time, I dart forward and catch him. He's breathing heavily, his whole body shaking. Jeez, what the hell happened to him? Fire couldn't have cut his damn hands...I lift him up and carry him to the bathroom.  

I set him up on the counter like my mother used to do with me, flick on the lights and turn my attention back to his hands. 

I place my hand on his forehead, it's extremely hot...

Not the norm. His breath is hot too...almost as though he has a cold, but...10 times worse. 

"Did you have any type of fluid any time recently, or did the attack wake you up, only for you to leave quickly?" 

"Uh...I didn't even get to sleep...and the only thing I got to drink all day yesterday and all night was a cup of tea and a glass of water..."

Fuck, he's incredibly dehydrated. 

"I'll be right back-" I rush away to get him a fucking glass of water, only to return to him on the floor, dry heaving. WOW

I step carefully past him and to my shower, turning on the water, I put it at lukewarm.

I turn back to him and crouch down. He's stopped heaving, now he sits panting, hot tears running down his face. 

"Shit-" I am about to try and hand him the water, then I remember his hands.

"HOW- how the hell did your wounds go unnoticed from the nurses?"

"I-hid them-" He begins wheezing. I tip his head back slightly, willing him to sit up. He sits up slowly, still coughing. I help him, holding the glass of water, allowing him to drink. After he'd taken a few sips, I set the water beside him.

"You're gonna need a shower, we need to cool down, and you're wounds need to be at least slightly more clean than they already are, if we're gonna take care of them."

He curls up and scoots slowly away from me.

"What the hell are you doing..?" I grab his arm gently and try to tug him my way. He starts crying again. What the fuck.  

"What is your problem?" I growl. 

"I wanna go to bed!" He wails. I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Why, are you that tired?" 

"No! My uterus-"

"Wait what?"