Toxic Thoughts

Chapter 8: The Problem

The day dragged on and Bakugou was forced to eat lunch in the canteen with the rest of the class since Kirishima wouldn't let him go. It was better not to eat outside in his condition either way... Hero training was hard on him, not that he let anyone notice. It's because he was still ill, like Eijirou had pointed out to him before. But he was too stubborn to admit it. Defeated by your own body was an absolute weakness, he just couldn't allow it.

Yet that stupid nerd had noticed his breathing had been more laboured. Luckily Deku had confronted him about it when they were alone and nobody else heard. He threatened the freckled crybaby with death if he told anyone he was still sick. Izuku must've figured out he was too stubborn to show weakness. They've known each other their whole lives anyway. If anyone knew him, it was Midoriya... It still didn't make him feel any better about the whole situation though...

When school finally ended, Bakugou instantly stormed off to his room. Deku sighed, glancing at Kirishima.
"Are you going to check up on Kacchan today?"
"Huh? Oh, no, I don't think he wants me to... I mean, he's been pretty clear that he isn't sick anymore"
"Are you serious?" Midoriya laughed.
"We both know Kacchan is way to stubborn to admit something that would make him seem weak in any way. Did nobody notice how off he was at training today?"

"Hm? He seemed as angry as usual" Kaminari shrugged.
"Why don't you go check up on him?" Uraraka asked.
"You're the one who noticed"
"Are you crazy? He'll kill me! But I know he trusts Kirishima, he sees him as an equal. That's why he lets you care for him. Nobody else can even get close" Izuku sighed.
"Are you sure about that? I'm not really feeling the equality..." Ei mumbled.

"Aw, come on Kiri~ Don't act like you don't care for blasty~" Ashido teased, poking him. She knew he was gay and she had a hunch that the red head was developing feelings for the ash blonde.
"Mina!" he yelled, his face flushing red just thinking of him and Bakugou that way. He hadn't thought about the explosive teen that way before, but now that the pink girl suggested it, he couldn't stop his mind from going places it shouldn't.

"You know what? I'm going to go check up on him right now!"

Ashido laughed as he escaped the room, causing a lot of questioning looks. Eijirou was a blushing mess as the elevator doors closed on him. He sighed, dragging his hands down over his face. What thoughts had Mina put inside his head?! Somehow he could see him and Bakugou work out... He thought about how he would be in a relationship. Imagining the ash blonde would turn soft for him and they'd cuddle on top of the blankets. That he'd let himself be vulnerable, open...

A small smile graced his lips as his thoughts wandered off to how soft his lips looked... How it would feel to kiss him... He quickly shook his head, slapping himself in the face.
"Get yourself together man" he muttered to himself as the elevator opened again. He took a deep breath, walking into the hallway, all the way to the end. He hesitated to knock, but did so anyway after a few seconds.

"Hey Bakugou! It's me!" Kirishima shouted through the door.
"What the hell do you want?!" he got back.
"Just wanted to check up on how you're doing" Eijirou answered, hearing the door click open a moment later.
"Did that damn Deku put you up to this?" Katsuki hissed, glaring at the shark boy.
"He did, didn't he? Fucking nerd, always meddling with my business..."

"So he's right, you're still stick" Kirishima sighed. It wasn't a question and they both knew it.
"What is it to you?" the blonde grumbled.
"Dude!" Kiri frowned.
"Are you at least taking the medicine Yaomomo gave you?"
Silence...
"Bakugou!"

"Shut up! I don't need that shitty medicine!" he yelled, wanting to slam the door shut, only to be met with a hardened foot between the door and its frame. The wood cracked a bit from the force that was put on it, the strain being too much for the material to handle. Kirishima pushed the door back open, giving Bakugou a fierce glare. One that left the blonde stumbling back a little, his face showing signs of shock. He'd never seen the red head like this before.