There was a blast.
Kirishima swears there was, especially as he shoots up in bed, foot hanging haphazardly off the bed as his blurry eyes open wide. He looks toward the wall that seperates him from Bakugo, waiting for another sound, another peep.
And there is, another boom followed by a strangled yell.
Hes up, the red heads sleepy feet moving like wildfire as he runs across his room. His hair hangs in his eyes as he swings the door open, pajama pants crooked, boxers peeking out.
He doesn't care, running to the door next to his left open one. He knocks, but when no one answers in 2 seconds, hes running back, grabbing his spare off the hook and running back to Bakugos.
He jams the key in, unlocking the door and swinging it open. Cool, conditioned air hits his face, and Kirishima stumbles in.
Heavy strangled breath greets his ears, and he goes wide eyed as the large sizzling circle of ash meets his eyes seconds later.
But he quickly directs his attention to Bakugo. The blond looks disheavled, crimson eyes wide as he breathes heavy, choked sounds falling past his lips and ragged coughs soon following.
He's hyperventaling.
Kirishima feels his mind shift, like a switch being turned on, he strides forward, knee pressing into the bed as he touches Bakugos shoulder gently. The blond flinches, fist shooting out and wide eyes turning on the red head. Kirishima catches the fist, giving his best friend an easy look.
Bakugo's face in a mess. Hair hangs in his eyes, ash smeared on his cheek. His right leg in tangled in his blanket, one fist pressed firmly into the wall where it still shines like embers.
There's blood dripping down his chin from his mouth. Shit.
"Hey, hey..." Kirishima sits slowly, and the blond swallows hard, eyes closing in a hard grimace as he starts coughing again,"Bakugo calm down ok, its ok." He says gently, and he hesitates, but touches the blonds back, rubbing softly,"Calm down."
Bakugo's coughing and breaths don't get better, and the red head grimaces with him. Hes never actually seen this before, but he knows a few ways to help.
"Hey..." He leans down to where the blond is leaned over, hand pressed to his mouth,"I need you to take a really deep breath for me ok." He swallows,"Ok, c'mon, in..."
Bakugo takes a deep breath, back expanding beneath Kirishimas hand,"Hold it." The blond tenses, as if hes fighting on not choking,"Ok out."
A stuttered breath leaves the blonds lips, and Kirishima swallows, noticing his breathing is still odd,"Ok again, in..."
After about 4 more times, Bakugo stands, rushing to his bathroom. Kirishima follows, feet racing after him.
By the time he gets there, Bakugo is slmaming to his knees infront of the toilet, hands gripping the seat as he throws up. Kirishima grimaces, but walks over, waiting patiently for the gaging and coughing to calm down. He can hear Bakugo breathe in and out, the breaths heavy in the rather silent dorm.
After, the taller boy just sits there, hands trembling where he grips the seat, knees probably aching.
Kirishima takes a deep breath, and he walks forward slowly, crouching down next to his friend. Bakugos eyes are closed, nostrils flaring as he breathes hard, but its not like it was when Kirishima first came in, and for that the red head is thankful.
The blond just looks like hes trying not to throw up again.
There's blood mixed in with the vomit, and Kirishima honestly has trouble looking at it, and as Bakugos eyes open, he obviously does too, giving a disgusted look before reaching up to flush it down.
Bakugo takes one last deep breath before shoving himself up. He sways a little, and Kirishima instinctively reaches out to catch him, his friend grabbing his arm so he doesn't fall over. He shoo's Kirishima from the bathroom then, and the red head stands outside the door for a moment, hearing the water turn on in the sink.
He's probably gonna clean up a little. Kirishima sighs, reaching up a rubbing a hand over his face. He takes a deep breath, walking over and plopping down onto his best friends bed.
He sighs again, then looks over at Bakugos digital clock-
Holy shit, its 2 am!?
Kirishima stares wide eyed, that is until the door clicks, and he looks over to see Bakugo step out. His eyes look hazy, and his body language looks all together worn out as he slumps back over to the bed.
He sits down next to Kirishima, and they're silent as they each straighten out their clothes and hair. Kirishima feels numbly embarrassed, just now realizing his shirt is an old worn one, the arm holes showing everything.
He glances over at Bakugo, watching as the blond looks over the wreck he made out of the wall. It looks like the shadow of a fire almost, the scorch marks whipping out and almost looking beautiful.
"Nice paint job." Kirishima mutters and hes happy to watch Bakugo grin some, that small pull of lips lighting up the rather dark atmosphere as they both turn back towards the rest of the room.
They fall silent again, and Kirishima watches as the blond fidgets with his shorts, crimson eyes tired and baggy. His eyes look swollen, and cheeks red.
Kirishima swallows, staring at his sullen friend.
"...Are you ok?" He whispers.
Bakugo is silent, eyes set like stone as he freezes in his fidgeting. He swallows visibly.
His hands squeeze tight into his shorts, and his expression breaks into a million pieces, eyes squinting against a flood of sudden tears. Kirishima feels shocked, watching as the blonds lips press together tightly, wet salt water rolling over his rather red cheeks.
It's silent, the only sound being a choked breath that Bakugo sucks in, obviously fighting the onwave of sudden water works.
Kirishima breaks too, eyes burning as he reaches forward. He can't stand this, he can't just sit here and let someone cry, especially Bakugo.
He hugs him, holding tight to his best friend from his left side, Bakugo tense in his arms. The blond sniffles hard, then he turns, grappling Kirishimas torso tight with his arms, hands bawled to fists against the red heads back.
And Kirishima feels his heart shatter as Bakugo does, the blond heaving in a deep breath before sobbing against his chest. Kirishima knows this isn't good for his throat by any means, and all of this fucked up breathing and strain on his neck muscles will probably set him back a few days but...
You can't just tell someone to stop crying and expect them to.
Kirishima presses his face into the crook of his best friends neck, squeezing him close. He wants to say its ok, tell him that there's no need to cry.
But he isn't sure why he's crying, why hes broken to pieces in the red heads arms, and Kirishima doesn't wanna make assumptions and get it all wrong.
But his questions are answered, eyes growing wide as a strangled voice speaks in his ear.
"They bro' my nec' 43 times-" Bakugo coughs next to his ear, sniffling hard,"And I wasn't allowed to figh' bac'."
Kirishima sits still, shocked. Bakugos voice really does sound bad, horrible. Scratched and clipped, as if hes just learned how to talk. Wheezed and airy, hardly understandable.
It sounds like it hurts.
"And I'm so pissed abou' this! I can't fucking talk, and I my body reacts on its own." He hiccups, grappling the red head closer,"I'm so fuc'ing scared of nothing!"
Hes scared.
Kirishima swallows hard, brows furrowing tight over his own teary eyes. Bakugo's scared, and hes crying.
"And I wan'ed to come back so bad! I didn't-" He heaves, forehead pressing to the red heads shoulder,"I didn't want to d' tha' alone! I'm so used to you being there to- t' work with me! And you wer'nt!" Bakugo sniffles hard, and Kirishima takes the nails against his back,"...I thought I wa' going to die every time, an' by abou' the 16th time they did it, I just wish I could've..." He sniffles, and Kirishima hates the way the blond trembles beneath him,"It hurt."
Kirishima sits there, stunned into silence. He wanted to die. Bakugo wanted to die because of how much it hurt, how much pain he was in. He wanted kirishima to be there to fight with him, to work with him, be a friend, a coworker. And he wasn't. Thats not Kirishima fault, having been completely unaware of the situation. But he feels completely responsible. He feels responsible for the way his friend still cries in his ear. He feels responsible for the way Bakugo trembles, for the way his nails dig into the red heads back. And he feels responsible for the injuries the blond has, and the way his throat and neck is so fucked up, simply because he couldn't be there.
"I'm so sor-" His own voice cracks, and he tries to reign it in, pulling Bakugo closer,"I'm so sorry Bakugo!" He squeezes his eyes shut, tears rolling,"I'm sorry I wasn't there!"
After that they both sit there, sniffling back tears but crying bullets. They don't let go of eachother, arms and hands tight against eachothers skin.
Eventually, it quiets. But they don't let go of eachother, hands still pressed tight to eahothers backs. Kirishima doesn't want to let go. He feels like it's Kamino again, remembering that night that Bakugo came over to his dorm just to sit and talk all night, neither of them catching an easy sleep for the next week.
He just...
"I wanted to be there. I wanted to see you so bad." He whispers, sniffling a little,"But I couldn't. And when I saw what happened on tv I just felt so much guilt because I couldn't be there." Kirishima closes his eyes,"I couldn't be there for you..." He whispers.
Bakugo's hands release from his back slowly, and the blond sits back. His cheeks are redder from crying, eyes puffy and swollen.
He swallows, and this time he doesn't hold back the grimace, pain lacing his features as he instinctively reaches for his neck. Kirishima fidgets, reaching forward to do something, he's not sure what, but something, to help.
"Do you..." He swallows, and presses his fingers to the bandages,"Do you want me to change them? Or go to recovery girl...?"
Bakugo huffs heavily, turning and grabbing the little note book. Kirishima smiles some, glad that the blond isn't risking speaking anymore.
He was probably trying to talk earlier because he was... Upset.
The blond writes swiftly, then hands the red head the notebook, pressing it to his fingers. Kirishima reads it, and he feels his heart jump into his throat.
[I just want to stay here for now. Can you stay over?]
Kirishima nods slowly, eyes shifting from the notebook and back up to Bakugo. The blond flushes, embarrassed as he turns his head away.
"Hey listen..." Kirishima scoots a little closer, placing a hand against his best friends shoulder,"Listen Bakugo, this is ok. You don't have to be embarrassed."
The taller boy sulks, pouting a lip out. He looks so cute when he does that.
"C'mon dude lay down." Kirishima pats the bed smiling gently,"I have to go close my door, I'll grab my mat and stuff-"
Bakugo grabs his hand as he stands, and Kirishima stops midway. He looks back, and Bakugo keeps his eyes aimed toward that ground, something swimming in his eyes.
"...Do you want me to just," Kirishima shifts his weight, squeezing his fingers around the blonds,"Want me to sleep in the bed?"
Bakugo nods slowly, red eyes averted. Hes so shy when hes embarrassed, its adorable.
Kirishima smiles, nodding as he steadily lets go of his friends hand,"Ok... I'll be right back..."
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