Warming Your Heart

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I breathe in and out. Focusing on the light taps my feet make on the path. Running is a good way to clear my head, and after today's events, I need more time to think.

I rush through the chilly bedtime air, enjoying my late night run. The wire to my earphones bouncing against my chest as each step is taken. The music seeping into my ears coming from my phone, that I'm currently checking for the time. 11:37.  I shut my music off and focus on the world around me.

While inhaling crisp oxygen into my lungs, I turn down a serene path. I'm on my way back to the dorms right now. The low electronic hum of the air conditioning unit on the side of the structure to my right calms me a bit. There's a tiny crunch of dirt being crushed every time I take a step. I exhale deeply and make my way back to the front of the dorms. As I turn the corner, I hear the door close, meaning someone else is awake this late.

Usually it wouldn't be weird for someone to be going to the dorms, but it's almost midnight. Students here value sleep, and the weekends are the best time to do it. I shake the hesitant feeling away in my gut and open the door to the dormitory.

I spot an ashy blonde getting something from a vending machine across the common room. I stop in my tracks and watch him squat to grab a snack from the dispense area. 

The door behind me closes with a loud enough noise to seize his attention. He stands back up with a few bags of chips and starts shoving them into his backpack. He turns in my direction.

We stare at each other, both motionless. I feel the room temperature increase. I want to go to bed now so I can get away from this awkward feeling and not have to think about what it means. Glancing away, my head is tilted downwards, staring at the floor in front of my feet that are now moving forward. I try my best to stifle a yawn that would reveal my exhaustion from the very long day I had, but I'm only able to quiet it. I walk past him without saying anything, I don't even wave at him. I can hear Bakugou's hostile breathing as he watches me pass him. I listen as he opens one of his chip bags and walks in the same direction.

I enter the elevator and wait for him since we live on the same floor. He steps in and I press the button with that leads to our story. He stiffens up as the doors close slowly and we begin to rise to the top the complex. 

A loud clank echos in my ears as the small room shakes violently for a moment. I topple to the ground as the elevator stills. After waiting to see if the elevator would shift again, which it didn't, I placed my hand to my head. The sting of the metal that bonked my forehead is loudly pounding into my skull. I let out a breathy groan and look up to see Bakugou clenching onto the railing that lines the walls. He must've grasped the rail to keep from falling. He's looking down at me with panic inscribed on his eyes and his breathing is rapidly paced. 

I see him drop his bag to the ground and step towards me. I breathe in and out of my mouth as Bakugou extends his hand to me for the second time today. I take it and thank him for his assistance. 

"Did the elevator die?" I inquire. He looks at me puzzled.

"Of course not you fucking idiot, how could an elevator die?" I shrug. He reaches his hand up to where I hit my head and I focus my attention on his calloused skin that is lightly rubbing over my upper forehead. I wince slightly at the pain. 

"What I meant to say is that the elevator stopped working, and we need it to work to get to our dorms. So, what do we do?" My tone is getting more and more worried and I'm sure he noticed it. 

Gently, his warm palm caresses my hairline, pulling back with tiny traces of crimson. 

"Am I bleeding?" I clutch his wrist, dragging his hand closer to my gaze so I can inspect it. He snatches his arm back and grumbles.

"Of course not, your hair is just leaking its color." The sarcasm dripping from his tone makes me feel, weirdly, a little more at peace. I exhale shakily and Bakugou observes my frightened features. "It's not a big or deep cut, just a painful scratch," he adds to make sure I don't freak out before reaching into his bag. 

He pulls a tiny, white box out of his bag and opens it.

"What's that?" He stops searching in the box before facing me again. 

"A first-aid kit, what else could it be, you idiot." He continues fumbling until he finds a gaze pad and large-sized band-aid.  "Did that fall mess with your intelligence?"

I chuckle as he presses the gaze to my forehead. His eyes are focused on what he's doing, but I focus on him. My face heats up as I feel his breath on my skin. He is so warm. Why is he so warm?

He rips the paper packaging off of the band-aid with his teeth. Bakugou starts to bring it towards my wound, but stops.

"What's wrong, Explosion Boy?" I question him. He lets out a "tch" at the nickname before explaining,

"Can you hold your hair back? I need both hands for this and I can't put this shit on with your hair in the way." He shifts his stance a bit uncomfortably.

"Oh yeah, sure." I push my disheveled hair back to reveal a minor wound to him. Since Bakugou needs to focus on where he's placing the bandage, he leans closer. 

I notice how narrow the space between us has become. He is so close. I can feel his warm breath that I felt earlier expanding across my face. The heat is causing goosebumps to form on my neck and arms. His breath doesn't smell like anything in particular, but it smells good. I seal my eyes shut so I can ignore how intimate this is. My legs harden a bit, just to keep me from sinking away in embarrassment. My cheeks flush a rouge pink. 

I hold in my breath as if it were illicit to breathe. Apprehensive that if I exhale, this moment will fade away. Like a gust of wind, here one second, gone the next.

He backs away but I don't have the courage to look him in the eyes. After a few seconds of silence, I hear shuffling around me and place my hand to the band-aid smoothly applied to my skin. My hair falls over it, covering most of it from sight. I summon the strength to look again, it is the manly thing to do after all.

He steps over to the button panel and hits the button marked "emergency." He keeps his head turned away from me, and spoke in a low whisper, barely audible.

"We'll get out of this, Shitty hair, don't worry." 

A/N: I think Bakugou putting a bandage on a flustered Kirishima is just adorable, UwU.

idk.

I should probably do my homework, but I have my ✨priorities✨ in order, and Kiribaku is #1.

More to come. Next chapter is probably my favorite cause it's so cute, especially at the end.

Hehe :)