You turned me into a WHAT? (KIRIBAKU)

Part 3

Bakugou wakes up to his alarm clock blaring a lot louder than it usually is due to his new ears. Groggily, he stretches his arm to flail around before eventually hitting the button to shut it off. He notices he is laying on top of his sheets, but yet he somehow still feels warm. Finally realizing the heat is coming from another human, he turns his head to see Kirishima laying almost completely on top of him. His arms are wrapped around Bakugou's waist and his head is laying lightly on the blonde's chest. Bringing his arm up, the one that is not stuck under the other's body, he lets it drape across Kirishima's lower back. He realizes that they have moved from their position last night to lay normally, Bakugou's head now lying comfortably on his pillow.

He feels Kirishima shift against him, figuring they should probably get ready for class. He puts his hand on Kirishima's shoulder and nudges him softly. Kirishima grumbles something unintelligible, shifting again to nuzzle his head into the crook of Bakugou's neck. Bakugou sighs. He would appreciate Kirishima's actions more if they didn't have to be in class in an hour. Knowing how long the redhead takes to do his normal spiked hair routine, he shakes the other a bit harder.

"Mmhn... just five more minutes..." Kirishima lets out a warm exhale. "Five... more..." He quiets down once more, beginning to take deeper breaths as he relaxes further.

Bakugou smiles quietly at the adorableness of the other, now shaking him roughly. "Kirishima," He speaks gently, contradicting his harsh actions. "You need to wake up and move so we can get ready."

Kirishima startles awake, blinking his eyes open to look down at the blonde. They widen realizing his position and he quickly stumbles to push himself off of Bakugou's chest, moving to stand to the side of the bed while blushing furiously. "Uhh, m- mornin' dude." He stutters out, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck anxiously.

Bakugou rolls his eyes. "Yea, yea. Good morning and all that shit to you too, dumb hair." Now able to move freely, he stands up and walks over to his closet, grabbing his uniform before turning back to Kirishima, who hasn't moved besides turning to watch his friend. "Now listen here," He points to Kirishima, a harsh glare fixed on his face. "You speak to absolutely no one about what happened last night, understood?"

Kirishima nods his head frantically.

"Not even to dunce face, raccoon eyes, or soy sauce, got it?"

"Mhm!" Kirishima continues to move his head up and down.

"Now, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to go get ready for class so you're not late?"

It's almost as if a lightbulb goes off in the red head's brain because his eyes grow larger and he turns to run hurriedly out of Bakugou's room and into his own. Hearing the other's door slam shut, the regular bitter expression the blonde holds on his face slides away and he lets out a soft laugh. He walks into the bathroom and starts the shower.

When he gets out of the shower to finish getting set for the day, he notices a slowly growing pain in his stomach. Brushing it off as hunger while he remembers he hadn't eaten last night, he pushes the thought to the back of his mind. Walking back into his room to put on his uniform, the pain in his stomach becomes larger. He reminds himself to eat before leaving the dorms. Putting on his shoes and grabbing the bag from his desk, he walks out of his room and closes his door.

Stopping in front of Kirishima's room, he knocks on the door. Kirishima, as if waiting for the now regular knock, opens his door, walks out, and closes it behind him while adjusting his bag on his shoulder and tightening his tie. Bakugou continues down the hall, passing Shoji's room and pressing the button on the elevator. Kirishima runs up behind Bakugou and puts his arm around Bakugou's shoulders. The elevator opens and they walk in, Kirishima pressing the button to the main floor.

The pain in Bakugous stomach makes itself known again, pressing Bakugou to bring his arm to clench at his stomach. Whatever this is feels much worse than this morning. His body usually feels pretty warm compared to others because of his quirk, but it isn't usually noticeable to him. Now it feels as if someone is pouring boiling water all over him and little tiny ants are running across his skin. He grimaces.

Kirishima seems to notice the state Bakugou is in and a worried look flashes across his face. He brings his arm off of Bakugou's shoulders and the doors to the elevator open. They walk out and Kirishima brings Bakugou over to sit on a couch. "Are you feeling okay, bro?" He asks.

There are a couple of other people milling around in the common room before class, but none have seemed to notice the duo yet. Bakugou holds his stomach tighter.

"I'm fine, probably just need to eat something. I didn't get to have dinner last night, remember?" Still grabbing his stomach tightly, he stands up and brushes past Kirishima, heading to the kitchen. Figuring he doesn't have time to make anything, he grabs an apple and a granola bar. This would have to do.