𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙙 (𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗎)

Eight | Sunflowers Always Turn To the Sun

Dr Toyomitsu grinned, giving a thumbs-up to Kirishima. "Good job today, my dude. Remember to be careful."

"I am!" Kirishima answered cheerfully, showing off the same bright smile he was never without.

The doctor moved over to Bakugou, who grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest. Just like always, he was sitting in his bed, this time laying on it backwards so he could put his feet up on the headboard. He sighed and sat up properly as Dr Toyomitsu looked down on him, holding up his clipboard expectedly. "Have you been experiencing any coughing fits recently?" he asked.

"No."

"When was the last time you felt like you couldn't breathe because of your lungs?"

"Last week."

"Okay. . . . Finally, have you been up at night because you couldn't stop coughing?"

"Not since Friday."

"Okay, sounds good. Thank you, Bakugou. I think you'll be able to go home soon," Dr Toyomitsu said, tapping his pen against his clipboard. "You seem to be feeling a lot better, so I don't see a reason to keep you here any longer. I bet you miss your parents."

Bakugou rolled his eyes and Toyomitsu walked away awkwardly. "I'll see you two tomorrow for your daily check-ups." With that, he left the room, leaving Bakugou and Kirishima together in the silence.

"Hey, Bakubro, can I ask you a question?"

"Not if you call me that again."

"Oh. I guess my question isn't that important, then."

Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "What's the question, Shitty Hair?"

"Once you leave, are you going to come back and visit the hospital at all?"

"Fuck, no. I hate this place, I never want to step foot in here again."

"Oh," Kirishima said, sounding slightly disappointed but not so much that Bakugou commented on it. "That's understandable. This hospital may be nice, but I guess it does get old after a while."

"Yeah, really. I've been here for way too long."

"A month isn't that long."

"It sure felt like it," Bakugou said. "Well, maybe it didn't feel that long. It passed kinda . . . quickly."

"Yeah. Time flies when you're having fun, huh?"

"I never said I was having fun."

"It was implieddd, Bakubro."

"I will punch you right now."

"No, you won't," he said. "Wait, no—no, ow."

"Don't test me."

"That sounded like a challenge, Bakubro—"

"I hate you."

"No, you don't."

Instead of denying it, Bakugou just stood quietly, his arms crossed as he glared at Kirishima.

~~~

Mitsuki came to pick up her son from the hospital the next day, eager to finally bring him back home. The drive home was silent, thanks to Mitsuki focusing on the road and Bakugou too busy being a grumpy bitch.

Once they arrived back at their house, Bakugou walked upstairs to his room, not pausing to even look at the rest of the house. He simply didn't care enough.

He flopped down on his bed, wallowing in his soft, fluffy sheets. They were heavenly compared to the hospital bed he had grown accustomed to in the past month.