TWO CAPTIVATED LIARS
"Where to?" you say, cautiously following behind Bakugou while he clearly led you to his bedroom, "I mean, why?""We needa talk about the damn plan before it's too late and you drag me down with you."
You sit on the edge of his bed, "Plan?"
He takes off his socks while talking, "How we're going to get you back to Aizawa while keeping you the victim." then throws one sock at you, "Nice shirt, by the way. Really looks good on you."
You shrug, "I'm not bothered, because i'm not the one who owns a shirt that says 'i'm gay'."
"SH-SHUT UP! I ONLY USE IT FOR PRANKS AND—"
"So, do you have any ideas?"
He quietly slumps onto the floor, and lies on his back, "No, I don't fuckin' know."
"Oh shit," you gasp, wiping a cut on your leg because you didn't realise had reopened when you took the bandages off to shower, and blood was running down your leg in a steady red stream, "Shit! I got some blood on your carpet!"
"STOP THE FLOW!" he jumps up.
You take the towel that was wrapped around your hair and cover your leg in it.
"NOT WITH THA—" he cuts himself off mid sentence and stares at you with something foreign in his eyes.
"Why're you looking at me like that?"
He blinks, and grins, pointing to your thigh, "I think we found our fuckin' plan."
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"Ready?" you whisper playfully, and he nods in confirmation, "Action!"
Bakugou cups his hands over his mouth and shouts, "OI MUM! COME QUICK, Y/N'S BEEN SEVERELY INJURED!"
She makes it into the room in what seems like record time.
"WHAT? WHAT IS IT?"
"LOOK!" Bakugou yells while you pretend to be unconscious, "She lost so much blood and fainted! It's only damn necessary that we take her to the hospital before she fuckin' dies!"
"OH MY GOD! PICK HER UP! TAKE HER TO THE CAR, I'LL GET THE KEYS!" and she runs out of the room in a dash.
Bakugou picks you up bridal-style, and quickly carries you down the stairs, while you pretend to be completely limp, until your make it to the car outside.
When he drops you in the seat, he leans over and whispers into your ear, "Good, now fuckin' commit, don't ruin this." then he straps a seatbelt over your waist and clicks it in, jogging around the car to get in his own seat.
His mother flies into her drivers seat, and pumps into sixth gear before possible at the rate of the car, and the three of you speed to the hospital.
"CHECK HER PULSE!"
Fifteen short minutes of driving in cadaverous silence and being carried into the building, later, you were in the hospital, and everything had gone exactly to plan.
You were in your hospital room asleep, when Mitsuki had just left to get everyone some snacks.
You crack your eye open, "Yo."
Bakugou looks up at you, "What? Don't make too much damn noise or the doctors will come in."
"Just revise me with the plan," you ask, "I want to get everything right."
"Fuckin' fine," he huffs, and rests his elbows on his kneecaps, leaning in, "You're going to have all your injuries fixed the fuck up. Once they're done, we'll call the damn teachers and tell them that you're here, and I found you in an old stinkin' alley. But not a minute earlier."
Smiling, you nod, "Perfect. That's bulletproof."
"Not if you don't shut your damn mouth and play dead like your life depends on it!"
You turn at him, confusedly.
He points his finger at you, "Because it does!"
"Alright, alright." you say quietly, looking up to the roof, you clench you're knuckles that were by each side of you, "Hey, Katsuki?"
"Tch, what?"
Closing your eyes in humiliation, you sigh, "Thanks for...Thanks for doing all of this, for me."
He sits back in his seat, crossing his arms and looking away, "Tch, don't bring it up. I'm only doing my job as a professional pro-hero."
You smile, stubborn as always.
Not a moment later, the door to the private room opens and in steps some hospital staff. "We're ready for your operations, if you could put this on and you..." he looks down to Bakugou, "Could push her wheelchair into the room three doors down, when she's ready."
Nodding, you sit up from your bed, "Alright, thanks doc."
When you were in the visually unappealing hospital gown, you strolled out of the bathroom, and walked towards the wheelchair carefully. You were feeling the sheerest light-headed pains from all the blood you'd lost in the past day, and was starting to get to your head.
"Just fuckin' take my hand," Bakugou snaps, trying to help you across the room, "I'm not picking you up off the damn floor if you fall."
You slip your hand into his and pull yourself the final meter, and slump into the chair in a clump, and you breathe out calmly.
"Graceful." Bakugou teases, walking behind you and grabbing the handles to your chair, pushing you out the door.
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"Yes, she's here," Bakugou says into the phone, looking over at your unconscious body in the bed, "Just come out of surgery."
"And you're with her?" Aizawa asks.
"Obviously! I-"
"Don't bother with the sass, i'm already stressed enough. I don't need that addition." He strokes his eyes, "How did she get to the hospital?"
"I carried her."
"All the way from Shinwoo street?" he investigates, "You really carried her?"
"Yes I did, it was easy."
Sighing, Aizawa nods at his coworkers who had spent all night in committed search for you. "Good, Bakugou. I'll spread the word that she's safe. Thank you, kid."
"Tch, whatever." he says while hanging up the phone call, and filing his phone safely away into his pocket.
He stands from his chair across the room, sighing with exhaustion, and walks over to your bed. "They believed it," he whispers to you, although knowing that you were truly unconscious, and wouldn't hear anything, "You're off, this time, you damn idiot."
Then he sits down on the chair right beside your bed.
He folds his arms, looking at you, and soon enough, he drifts off to sleep.
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