Don't Be So Weak, Monoma

No rest

That Bakugou fellow is nicer than I thought he was. Or would be at least.

Even though I predict that by tomorrow morning he'll be completely done with my shit, just as he's always been.  

Be it as it may, it's nice to see this side of him. He doesn't even care if I have such an appearance closely resembling that of a females. He's called me "dude" a few times already, so that's a sure fire sign that he considers me a- well- a dude. 

Bakugou snaps his fingers in my face, pulling me back into the real world. "J'ya hear me?"

I nod my head but then correct myself by shaking it. How tired am I?

"-You know what? I'm not even gonna ask again." He stands up and exits the room, returning a few moments later with- wait, are those plastic bags? 

Bakugou kneels down, almost aggressively grabs my wrist, and pops a sandwich bag over it, only to do the same thing with my other hand. I stare at my hands, completely blank. 

"...what..?"

"It's to protect your hands, dunce face." 

I mouth a slight 'Oh', now only halfway understanding. But I guess I get the gist of it.

My senses tune into the sound of the shower water running, drowning out everything else like white noise. It's...the most relaxing thing I've heard all day. Despite my lower stomach pain gradually growing worse every five minutes, and my head still pounding, my eyes straining against the bright light of the bathroom; the sound of the shower makes me feel sane. After everything that happened to be in the past hour(s), I can feel my heartbeat calming to a steady pace. The burning fire in my hands dulling. The exhaustion almost overtaking my body, irking me to fall asleep, here, and now. But I need to bathe first, I can do at least that. 

Gentle hands bring me back into the wake. "You good there? You looked like you were gonna fall asleep." Bakugou says with a gentleness in his tone that surprises me. My eyes looks once again to him. 

Oh god. He's a freaking angel. Take me now-

'That's just your tired mind thinking Neito, calm down.' 

Snapping out of my trancelike state, I reply: 

"Yeah..sorry."

"Do you just wanna go to bed, or..?" Bakugou asks softly.

"No, I feel like a potato, fresh out of the dirt-"

"-ew"

"Shut up. I'm serious."

"Whatever." 

Before I can protest, he literally grabs me and pulls me to my feet, and then plops me onto the shower floor, my hair getting nailed by the water.

I can't even bring myself to say anything. Too tired. 

The warmth of the water against my body is the most heavenly thing I've felt all week. I'm serious.

With my back leaning against the wall of the bathtub, I relax my body, just enough to where I'm not too comfortable, but comfortable enough.

An arm reaches past my head and grabs onto a bottle of shampoo. 

Oh wait- is he gonna wash my hair?!

"Don't you fucking open your mouth, Copycat. You're currently incapable of doing practically anything with your hands, so just except the help, and be patient." Bakugou hisses right behind me.