Quarantined (BakuDeku AU)

008

I had jolted out of bed before my mind had a moment to clue in. It's as if my legs moved on their own as they propelled me out of the room and down the hall toward the bloodcurdling screams piercing the night air. I shove open the door at the end of the corridor, launching myself into the room.

A giant bed with all the bedding pushed to the bottom was the center piece of the room. A long window bled moonlight into the room, illuminating Bakugo's writhing figure on the bed. His mouth was opened eerily as screams poured out the gaping orifice. The sound was haunting, and his vocal chords were visibly straining to emit the sheer terror consuming him.

The pit of my stomach lurches as my panic blossoms and I realize I have no idea what I should do.

Another one of Bakugo's desperate cries reverbates in the air and the twist in my stomach is too much. I have to wake him up, I can't let him be terrorized by whatever is behind his eyelids for another second.

I put a gentle hand on Bakugo's shoulder and cautiously shake him. "Hey, hey Bakugo... Bakugo wake up." I talk softly to him, trying to soothe his screams with my voice. When he doesn't respond I shake a little harder and the screams abruptly stop. "Bakug-"

THWAP!

I stumble backwards, falling on my ass, cupping my throbbing nose.

"Midoriya?" Bakugo's disoriented voice calls into the dark.

"Holy fuck, dude." Pain radiates from the centre of my face and I feel warm wet drops of blood dripping into my palms.

"The fuck are you doing? I told you to stay the fuck out." He begins to say to me angrily, and I can hear him moving across the room.

"Well I wasn't going to leave you in here screaming bloody murder." I bite back defensively, feeling the pool of blood collecting in my hands quickly, "Fuck."

"What the fuck are you talkin-" the light suddenly flicks on, and Bakugo is stood, face puffy from sleep, but usual scowl set in place. He folds his arms over his bare chest, when his expression changes to one of panic. "What the fuck happened to you?" the alarm in his voice is evident.

I get to my feet shakily, one hand still clasped to my aching bloody nose. "You did dumb ass, you just punched me." I accuse, narrowing my eyes.

"I didn't-" His eyes widen as the realization hits him, "In my sleep?" he asks, finally putting two and two together. His eyes are locked on me, lips set into a thin line as he awaits my response.

"Would have thought you were awake with how bad my nose fucking hurts." I shoot back.

"Fuck. I'm sorry. Fuck." Bakugo apoligizes quickly, clearly regretting the actions he performed in his sleep. His scowl deepens but morphs into something in between anger and concern that I can't quite discern. "Come here." he says, running a hand through his blond bedhead and then beckoning me towards him.

"Not exactly an appealing idea after you just punched me, Bakugo." I point out, ignoring his demand and adjusting my hands around my face in an attempt not to get blood on his floor.

"You're fucking bleeding everywhere just fucking come over here." Bakugo growls, his tone harshening. His words trigger an eyeroll from me, but I cave, dragging my feet over to where Bakugo stood.

"Bathroom's over here." he grumbles, putting his closest hand on the small of my back, and lightly gripping my bicep with the other. He gently guides me through a door and into a restroom off the side of his bedroom, propping me against the sink and gently pushing me into a bent position, hovering over the sink. His hands leave my body and he hands me a wad of toilet paper that I graciously accept with a mumbled 'Thanks'.