Someone You Loved {KiriBaku/BakuShima Fanfic}

Chapter V

     Bakugou woke up first. He looked over his blanket and saw Kirishima curled up in a ball. His hair flowed down his face and his mouth was slightly open, exposing his white sharp teeth.

Bakugou felt heat creep up his neck, and soon invaded his cheeks.

     'Why the fuck is he so cute? Gah!'

     Bakugou slapped his face and sat up, rubbing the sleepy from his eyes. He couldn't explain the weird thoughts flooding his head and the fast pace of his beating heart.

     And then he remembered last night. And how they opened up to each other. How they became so close in the matter of 12 hours. Friends.

He slapped his face again before cupping it, feeling it burning in his hands. Before he could do anything more, a cough bubbles up in his chest.

The sound of hacking and the movement of covers was enough to wake the once sleeping boy.

     "What's going on?" He was only answered by the slamming door and the fast stomping footsteps down the hall. "What the hell? It's too early." Kirishima sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Bakugou, do you know-" He wasn't there. "Oh."

     With that discovery, he took upon himself to see what's going on. He exited the room and followed the sound towards the bathroom.

     He pressed his ear on the door and cringed at the sound of gagging and hacking and what seemed like liquid hitting liquid.

     "Bakugou? Are you-"

     "Fuck off!" Hacking. Yep it's him.

     "Are you okay? Are sick?" Kirishima asked worriedly.

     "I'm-" More gagging, "I'm-" The sound of Bakugou puking his guts out made his own stomach hurt. He tested the doorknob and to his luck, unlocked.

     "I'm coming in!" He gently but quickly open the door and found him hunched over the toilet, knuckles white as they gripped the seat. The sound was like someone was choking on their own throat and Kirishima bent down, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

     After a few short minutes, Bakugou fell back and landed against the redhead's chest, breathing heavily and his face really red. He seemed to curl up at the warmth and laid there exhausted.

     Kirishima didn't complain. He's had a fucking crush on the boy since the day he confronted him. He doesn't know why he wasn't hurt by his comments, by his harsh tone. But he was the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

     Kirishima rubbed his arm and twirled his hair, concerned for the boy but couldn't help but think of how cute he was when he was calm and somewhat flustered.

     He felt a bit guilty think that.

     "Are you okay now?" he asked quietly. Bakugou only nodded before taking a dry gulp.

     "You...help me downstairs..." he demanded more than asked. Without another word, Kirirshima scooped up Katsuki in his arms and carried him to where he asked. Katsuki yelped, not expected to be picked up like a pack of grapes. He chuckled at the sound.

     "Mr. Bakugou?" he called out. No response.

     "Work..."

    "Oh. Okay." Kirishima went to the kitchen and sat Bakugou down at the bar stool. "Do you have medicine?"

     "Top drawer to the left."

     "Alright."

     After getting the medication, he helped him get to the living room couch.

"I feel like shit..." he groaned, holding his head in his hands. A chuckle bubbled up in his chest as he smile brightly at him.

"I could tell." He noticed Bakugou shivering a little, despite his warm and red face. "Are you cold?"

"Fucking freezing." The boy nodded and fetched a blanket from Bakugou's room. It was thick so it should do the trick. He laid the blanket over Katsuki, and almost instantly he wrapped himself in it like a cocoon, much like Mr. Aizawa.

"Better?"

"A fuck ton," he sighed. Kirishima laughed lightly as he figured out how to turn on the TV and sat at the end of the couch.

After a few hours or so went by, Bakugou started to cough again. Without a second lost, Kirishima grabbed a nearby trash bag and held it up to him who snatched it and puked. Kirishima rubbed his back soothingly and after he was done, he tied it up and threw it in the outside trash bin he noticed last night.

"Are you hungry?"

"Fucking starving." Bakugou curled up into a ball again and stared at the TV.

"I'll make some soup." Kirishima did what he promised and made chicken noodle soup, though he searched for it for a good 8 minutes. He set down the hot bowl on the coffee table and set a napkin next to it. Bakugou sat up and cupped the small bowl in his hand. He blew on it before sipping from the bowl.

"Not shitty, but not great either," he muttered, setting down the now empty bowl. The redhead sighed before he giggled and looked at his watch.

"I should get home, it's getting late."

"What time is it?"

"About 6. I'll come by tomorrow to see how you're doing," he smiled, though was disappointed that he had to leave. He grabbed his stuff from Katsuki's room and chucked his feet in his shoes. He called out a 'bye' before leaving the residence.

All the way home, he was worried about Bakugou's well being. How did he go down hill so fast? Maybe he just relaxed a little too much and he felt sickly? Nah, not possible.

He opened the door to his empty house and threw his clothes into the washer. He took a shower before brushing his teeth and flopping himself on the bed.

His eyes flew open in panic.

"Shit..." He missed school. But it's too late now. Today was Friday, and tomorrow was the weekend. Oh well, he'll just have to work twice as hard.

Soon sleep overtook him and he fell asleep.

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Song : Alone by Nico Collins.

Published August 27 2019
Edited December 15 2022