His dreams are kinda weird.

It's black and dark, and he's all alone in the silent abyss that he finds himself in.

He stares at himself as if he's outside of his own body, watching as he struggles in his own skin.

Kirishima feels odd watching himself from this point of view. His face is sunken, eyes hallow and weak. His feet shuffle across the ground, and when he smiles it's forced and upset.

He can hear his friends voices bouncing around in his head. There's happy laughter, and giggles. He even hears Kaminari tell a joke or two.

He smiles as he hears them, and looks back down at himself from where he can see. He watches as the lifeless husk of his body sits down on something invisible, and he reaches forward, as if grabbing something off the table to start eating.

And his smile now... Its strained, and in pain. He stares at his own face, feeling his chest clench as he watches himself force himself to look happy.

Is that how he looks at his friends now? Is that what kind of face he makes when he's trying his best to hide how he feels?

No wonder they're always worried. No wonder they always check up on him.

"Kiris-"

"-ima!"

"Kirishima-"

He blinks, and looks around. Who's yelling for him? Why is the yelling so far away?

He stumbles around blindly, glancing over his shoulder at his own unhappy husk of a body, sitting there, frozen with a stiff smile on his face.

He shakes his head. Why can't he be better at hiding shit.

"Kirishima!"

He looks forward again, the voice screaming for him seeming so loud now, but so far away. He holds his hands out, blinking blindly as he shuffles forward.

"Hello?" He whispers at first,"Hey!?" He yells, wondering who it is. They don't answer back though, and he begins to worry that maybe that person was hurt and now they can't yell for him.

Some kind of worry laces through him and he runs forward, hands held out in case he trips. His sweat pants seem heavy on his hips, and his oversized shirt feels so baggy.

"Hello!?" He yells.

"Kirishima-"

"Hello!?" He runs faster, heart ramming against his chest,"Do you need help!?"

"Wake up!"

He stops running, and he drops his hands to his sides, brows tenting as he doesn't understand. Wake up? What the-

"Huh!?" He looks around,"What the- what do you mean wake up!?"

"Kiri-"

"What!?" He says in a panicked tone, chest clenched tight,"Hello!?"

"Wake up!"

"Wake up!"

"I-I-" He looks down at his body, and he looks around his surroundings.

What? Is he... He's asleep?

"I-I can't!" He yells, and reaches up, ruffling his own hair. He feels so awake? How is he supposed to wake up if he feels awake already?

"How do I wake up?"

"When will you wake up huh? Is this how you-"

Kirishima blinks, squinting his eyes as the words blip in and out, almost like a bad radio.

"What!?" He yells, and he huffs as it continues to sound like static,"I can't understand you!" He yells, anger making his face and body feel hot. He doesn't like this,"I can't understand!"

The voice stops, and he panics, eyes growing wide as his brows tent.

"W-Wait! I'm sorry!" He runs forward,"Wait!"

Fuck this shit.

Bakugo glares at the side walk hard as he stomps down it, music blasting in his ears as he huffs, legs pumping hard.

Kirishima has no right. He can't act like there's no other way when there is!

He growls, and his thighs burn and he pushes himself harder.

Why didn't he- any other alpha woulda just pushed Bakugo down during his heat.

But the look Kirishima gave him. Bakugo wasn't trying to... To push him away, he just didn't want his heat to be taken like that. He didn't want Kirishima to feel like he was taking advantage of the blond because he knew that that would be exactly what the red head would think.

The omega heaves as he stops, hands meeting his knees as he breathes heavily.

God, why does he suck?

He understands that Kirishima is hurting right now, and yet all he can do is yell at the alpha.

Bakugo scoffs at himself, snapping his head to the right harshly as he stares at the rest of the running track.

He... Why couldn't he have just offered himself to Kirishima. He'd do it. He would.

He breathes hard, standing up a little straighter as he blinks at the asphalt. Why couldn't he just be better with his words? Kirishima isn't ok at all, and all the blond could do was feel selfish, and be upset that Kirishima wasn't angry at him for pushing him away.

Kirishima has every right to be angry at him right now, but knowing that man, he's probably feeling bad for yelling at Bakugo.

Bakugo sighs, and growls low in his throat as he reaches up and wipes some sweat from his brow.

He should... Apologize.

He brings in a wavering breath, and pulls his ear buds out. Yeah. He should apologize to his friend. Kirishima is trying his best, and all he could do was be mad at him. How childish.

He hears a ringing sound as he pulls his other earbud out, and at first he thinks nothing of it, supposing that it's just another school bell test or something.

But as it blares louder, and he can see the flashing light across the campus, he realizes immediately that it's a squad.

He stares at it curiously for a few moments, and he wonders mildly who got hit by a quirk again.

Shit. He brings in another sharp breath, and his chest stops moving as his heart skips a beat.

Thats at their dorm.

Bakugo stares at it stupidly, his body stiff as he watches his class be escorted out of the building and off to the side. Then paramedics are coming out, wheeling someone in a stretcher and towards the ambulance.

Bakugo feels his chest cling togheter, his lungs seeming to shrivel up as he steps forward and goes into a straight sprint.

Somehow he knows its Kirishima before he even gets there. His chest hurts oddly- and not from the running- as he reaches the area where the rest of his classmates stand. Kaminari and Mina are crying, and a couple of other people are too. Sero talks hysterically to a paramedic, eyes frantic as he waves his hands around in some sort of explanation. Mr. Aizawa talks to another man off to the side, face looking indifferent but there's some kind of worry behind his eyes.

But Bakugo doesn't pay mind to any of them. His eyes are locked on the unconsious alpha that's being pushed up into the emergency vehicle.

His face looks more sunken than usual, and Bakugo swallows tightly as he watches the one lady place a breathing mask over his mouth and nose. From what Bakugo can see, his breathing is shallow.

Something deep down drags him forward, panic lacing through his insides.

What's wrong? Is he sick? Is he dying? Did he get hit by a quirk? It's probably the AHI right? If its the AHI then how could it have gotten this bad?

"Young man, I'm gonna have to ask you to step back into the group."

Bakugo blinks, and he looks up into a large mans eyes, the middle aged mans brows furrowed sternly. Bakugo glances back, and he feels kinda stupid that he hadn't realized that he was walking towards Kirishima, being at least ten feet from the group.

Then he looks back at the middle aged man, and he frowns deeply, giving the older guy a mean glare,"No, fuck you, I'm going with him."

"I can't allow that." The paramedic says, and Bakugo feels sudden rage flood through him. He's never been so angry, so fast, in his life. He literally wants to rip this motherfuckers head off.

Kirishima is hurting! Yeah, he may be a little late to the take-care-of-the-sick-sunshine-boy party, but at least he's here now. The least they could let him do is ride to the hospital to just be there!

"Fuck you." He spats plainly and shoves past, walking right up to the doors.

He's grabbed harshly, and yanked backwards. He snarls, and is turned to face an angry Aizawa, his mentors eyes stern.

"Follow orders Bakugo." He says sternly, and gently guides him back to the group.

"God damnit!" He struggles in his mentors scarf,"I just wanna ride there!" He yells, cheeks feeling hot. He can't stand this.

Kirishima is laying in that truck unconsious with shallow breathing. He hasn't eaten in days! He hasn't taken a proper bath. He hasn't drank enough water. He...

He's hurting.

Bakugo kicks in the scarf wildly, and he slips free somehow, and hits the ground with a thud. He turns, and bolts towards the ambulance again, but he isn't fast enough and Aizawa grabs him again. He struggles, and there's a silent moment of them struggling against eachother, loud growls and yells persisting through the air.

"Bakugo enough!" Aizawa shakes him,"Stop it."

"I just-" He shoves his teacher away, chest hurting so bad. It feels so tight. He can't breathe. His stomach hurts,"I just wanna go with him!"

"You can go visit him later!" Aizawa yells back, and grabs the blond by his arm, dragging him back to the class.

Bakugo growls loudly, showing his utter disgust and hatred as he flashes his canines at his teacher. Aizawa is unaffected of course, cause what pro hero isn't. But it still feels good to be mad at the old fucker.

The class backs up a few steps as he's shoved forward, avoiding the angry omega like a plague. Bakugo turns on Aizawa.

The ambulance leaves just like that, lights still flashing as they rocket down the road. Bakugo swallows tightly, a harsh lump forming in his throat.

His eyes burn. They burn bad. Something curls in his stomach so suddenly that he feels like he's gonna throw up. As all this happens, his body seems to slowly heat up, then cool down again, and he feels weak in his knees.

They just...

"You stupid motherfucker!" He screams at his teacher, but Aizawa ignores him, and walks right by, pulling his phone out and dialing a number,"Oi!"

Aizawa glares at him, then sighs, holding his phone out as it rings,"I'm going to say this once Bakugo. I don't have time for your temper tantrums. I understand that you're worried, but that doesn't mean that I can permit you to do anything that's out of my reach. And that includes the rules that the paramedics must follow. So please understand that I couldn't just simply let you go with him..."

Bakugo fumes, and he snarls lowly as he turns and heads inside instead.

Why couldn't they just him go with his alpha.

Bakugo storms up the stairs, not even bothering with the damn elevator. He heads to his room, his heart beating so hard that he swears he's gonna have a heart attack. His face burns with anger, cheeks feeling hot beneath his eyes as the tears burn.

He won't cry. He doesn't deserve to cry over Kirishima after the way he treated him.

He slams his bedroom door, and hits the floor behind it, sinking to his knees. His body is on fire, tingling and shivering. He wraps his arms around himself, chest shivering.

What the fuck?

He feels like shit all of a sudden. His head throbs and his body aches.

Is it because he's Kirishima's fated? Is that why he feels like shit? He blinks hard, trying to rid his eyes of the tears that are making them burn. They slide over his cheeks, and he reaches up, rubbing them away aggressively.

"Fuck." He mutters, and presses his face into his knees. This sucks. That stupid paramedic sucks. Mr. Aizawa sucks.

Bakugo squeezes his legs and knees close, staring at his dark room over his arms. He glances at his nest, and the vivid image of Kirishima pressing him into the sheets of his nest flashes through him like hot heat. He frowns, and looks away, trying to ignore the conflicted face that Kirishima gave him that pops into his brain. He doesn't wanna think about this.

He'll go visit as soon as Kirishima's parents text him or something. He's sure they'll keep all of Kirishima's friends updated just because they're that sweet.

He huffs, and blinks as more tears roll. He cusses louldy, and wipes at his face aggressively before standing up and grabbing his back pack.

He doesn't plan to stay one night at that hospital.