𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙙 (𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗎)

Two | Sunlight Like Daffodils

Bakugou let out a low, irritated groan as lambent sunlight streamed in through the window, shining directly into his eyes with such  brightness he honestly believed he was going to go blind. When his groan did nothing to stop the ever-vivid light from attacking his eyes, he turned away from the window and put his pillow over his head. The pillow effectively shielded his eyes, as well as the rest of his face, including his mouth and his nose.

A few seconds later, he sat up, throwing the pillow across the room as he coughed, trying to breathe again as he shoved his elbow to his face quickly. "Yeah, fuck you, too," he mumbled in the general direction of the pillow, now slumped against the wall like a child stuck in time-out.

"Good morning, Bakugou!" Kirishima said, already up and out of his bed. He had a large hoodie on, with his right arm through the sleeve and waving at the blond. (His other arm was still inside his hoodie, like he had retracted it because he was cold—or because he hadn't put it through the sleeve in the first place.) "Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? You seem upset."

"No, I'm a ray of fucking sunshine, thank you very much."

"I know what you need!" Kirishima said excitedly as he walked over to Bakugou's bed and tugged on his blanket with his usable arm. "A good, delicious breakfast!"

"No, Shitty Hair, I need more goddamn sleep."

"But the sun's up! That means it's time for us to be up!" He tugged on Bakugou's blanket again, this time successfully tearing it from his grasp.

Bakugou shot up quickly, glaring daggers at the smiling Kirishima. "I fucking hate you."

"No, you don't. You're just grumpy that you haven't eaten yet!"

"If you don't let me go back to sleep, I will kill you."

"Not if you can't catch me!"

"You're kidding me," Bakugou said, letting out another groan as Kirishima grinned, jumping away from the side of the bed so that he would have to actually get up to reach him. "You fucking suck."

"Don't be so callous," Kirishima whined. "Come on, pleaseee?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Fuck off."

"If you don't get up soon, we'll miss the good breakfast," Kirishima said. "Then we'll be stuck eating stale sandwiches, or, even worse, salad."

"Just go without me." Bakugou put his hands over his face, blocking the sun again.

"No! That wouldn't be very nice, now, would it? You're a guest at this hospital and I'm, like, your guide!"

"You're a guest too." His words came out muffled due to his hands covering his mouth.

Kirishima went quiet for a minute before speaking up again. "Not really!" he said cheerfully. "I've been here for a while, so this is more of home for me."

"Whatever, Shitty Hair."

~~~

Fifteen minutes later, Bakugou and Kirishima were sitting in the cafeteria, munching away at their respective breakfasts.

"I can't fucking believe I got up for this," Bakugou mumbled, taking another sip of broth from his soup.

"I know, right?" Kirishima took a big bite of chicken. "It's sooo good."

"It's not that good. Also, chew your food before you speak, dumbass."

Kirishima stuck out his tongue like a child, a small piece of meat falling out of his mouth as he did. "Oops."