𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙙 (𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗎)

Eleven | Orchids Just For You

Bakugou's eyes slowly drifted open, taking in the bright sunlight drifting through the window. Outside, everything seemed to be completely still, almost as if time was frozen; the birds silent, the trees barely moving at all in the nonexistent wind. It was a moment of rare peace that he didn't get to experience nearly enough—the sound of his steady, rhythmic breathing was the only thing he could hear.

He relaxed against the pillow, almost smiling when his cheek brushed again the top of Kirishima's head. His arms were wrapped around his still, unmoving body, having fallen asleep with him in his arms.

In his half-conscious state, Bakugou felt completely serene with Kirishima in his arms. He was peaceful, blissful, even, and it was strange for him—so strange it couldn't be real.

Bakugou slowly ran his hand across Kirishima's chest, hoping to find some sort of comfort from his nerve-wracking thoughts by feeling the boy's steady heartbeat.

He sat up immediately. His fingers grazed across his bony chest, moving around in an attempt to find his heartbeat, to find any sort of indication that his heart was beating.

When he found none, he let go of Kirishima's paralyzed, freezing-cold body and scrambled out of the bed, standing by the side of it to look at him properly.

The smile he always wore was gone.

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The morning of June 1st was completely normal for the people in the hospital. Everyone arrived somewhat on time (except for Dr Toyomitsu—he was always late), and everything was in order quickly, just like every day.

Nurse Sakura, with her light brown hair and bubbly personality, was feeling particularly good that day. There was no specific reason as to why, she was just happy.

There was a slight skip in her step as she walked to Kirishima's room, humming a quiet tune. She was holding a tray of food, which included a chicken salad from the cafeteria, homemade taiyaki (she made it herself), and miso soup (also made by her)—his favorites.

She just knew Kirishima would love it. She made sure everything was perfect; nothing was burned or undercooked, all the dishes were organized and nice, and there were even a few extra servings for his friend, Bakugou, (who she had been right about when she told him that he would like Kirishima).

Sakura opened the door slowly, careful to keep it quiet in case the boys were still asleep. She closed it again behind her, still holding the tray in her hands, and turned around to see Kirishima's bed with a bright smile on her face.

She gasped loudly and the tray hit the floor with a loud crash. The glass plates shattered, sending shards all over the floor, but she didn't hear it. She didn't notice the new cut on her ankle from one of the glass shards, she didn't notice the tray missing from her hands. She only saw Bakugou, only heard his scream.

Glass crunched under her shoes as she ran to his side. She touched his shoulder slowly, but he turned his head and scowled, tears welling in his eyes but not yet falling. "Get the fuck away!" he screamed. "Don't touch him!" He was kneeling next to Kirishima's bed, hand on his arm tightly as if letting go would kill him, too. "Don't fucking touch him!"

Nurse Sakura's breath hitched in her throat and she also fell to her knees, holding her face in her hands as tears welled in her eyes. Next to her, Bakugou let out a sob, shaking as he clutched Kirishima's arm.

Slowly, Sakura stood back up, wiping her tears from her face as they continued to fall. She walked to the other side of the bed to give Kirishima's hand one last squeeze, and gasped when she touched it. It was ice cold.