𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙙 (𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗎)

Three | Jumping For Cherry Blossoms

A few days passed, in which Bakugou had grown somewhat used to the routines at the hospital. That just meant he knew where to go at what times, not that he necessarily liked the white walls and blue tile floor. He knew two nurses by name (Sakura Okada, the one who helped Kirishima most of the time, and Tamaki Amajiki, a nurse-in-training who followed Dr Toyomitsu around), and one doctor (Tashiro Toyomitsu, also known as Fat Gum by his coworkers for his constant weight changes).

He also noticed that he had been taking both his and Kirishima's trays every single day, at every single meal. He found it strange how Kirishima always tried to take them but never could—they always got too close to falling for Bakugou's comfort, which was why he grabbed them. He didn't understand why Kirishima didn't just use his other arm. The question was practically eating him alive.

One day, when the conversation at breakfast had consisted of only a few boring words, Bakugou picked up their trays as soon as they were both finished and put them on the drop-off table. Once they had left the cafeteria and were back on their way to the room, Bakugou popped the question: "Why don't you ever take your tray? Can't you just use your other arm and pick them up?"

Kirishima, who had been walking a few feet ahead with a small spring in his step, stopped suddenly, taking a quiet breath. He turned around to face the blond and, in a hushed tone, said, "Because you're a nice person." Bakugou sent him a questioning glare and Kirishima sighed. "I can't use my left arm."

"Oh." Bakugou knew he had been insensitive, but he wasn't one to apologize—he didn't care enough, either. The simple word he has spoken would suffice.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "Hey, at least I'm always right!" He held up his right arm and laughed at his own joke. When he didn't get more of a reaction than the simple scowl Bakugou wore, he thought for a moment. His eyes suddenly lit up and, using his right hand, grabbed Bakugou's shoulder as he changed the subject entirely. "Are you doing anything today?"

"Obviously not, Shitty Hair." He shrugged Kirishima's hand off of him.

"Great! Let's go!" He led Bakugou back into their room and instantly ran to his bed, looking through the nightstand drawers for something. He emerged with a dark red hoodie from his favorite band.

He pulled the hoodie on, making Bakugou snicker quietly. "I can't believe you listen to Crimson Riot."

"What do you have against Crimson Riot? He makes good music!"

"He makes rock music. There's a difference."

"Rock music is great!"

"Eh."

"You probably listen to, like, All Might or Endeavour, or something."

"Yeah, you got a problem?"

"Woah, wait, for real?"

". . . Yeah?"

"Dude, I did not take you for someone who listens to mainstream pop."

"They aren't mainstream—"

"All Might is literally at the top of the best pop artist charts. Don't get me wrong, I think they're great bands too."

"Whatever."

Kirishima walked back over to Bakugou, an excited glint in his eyes. "So, you ready to go?"

"Where are we going?"

"Outside, of course! Where else would we go?"

"We're not allowed outside."

"The nurses don't really care around here," Kirishima said. "At least, I don't think."