"I want you to be careful about how much you take from now on Kirishima."

"Yes sir." The red head swallows tightly, shame slowly filing through his chest and up his throat as he stares at the ground,"I apologize for any trouble I've caused. It wasn't my intention..."

It's silent in the small room for a few agonizing moments. Kirishima clenches his hands into his pants, eyes squinting together as he fights back his own self rage. He's so stupid. He's caused so many problems lately.

"There's no need to apologize for something that you clearly tried to prevent." Aizawa says in a monotone voice, but there's something behind it that makes Kirishima feel that he cares,"You may have gone the wrong way with dealing with it, but it's clear you tried to prevent a rut that could have caused problems too."

Kirishima nods, bringing in a steady breath as he looks up at his teacher. He feels nervous as Mr. Aizawa stares at him intently, and that confirms Kirishima's feeling of his mentor caring for him,"The doctor informed me that your dosage would be stronger, and although he said the side effects were to be less problamatic the words on the bottle say otherwise." The dark haired man sighs deeply, glancing at some papers on his desk before leaning against it heavily,"Is there anyone you want to help you with notes or around-campus activities?"

"I-I can suffice." The younger boy shakes his head urgently,"I don't want to cause inconvenience to anyone else. I'm already a benchwarmer that teachers have to watch."

"No, you're not." Mr. Aizawa grumbles under his breath and sighs again. This man needs to sleep more often,"Anyways... Are you sure you don't want right hand help. With your condition and all."

His condition. His condition. His condition.

"Yes sir, I'm sure." He says softly, looking at the floor again. How worthless can he be that his teacher has to ask him if he needs "help" with simple, everyday tasks.

There's another sigh, although this one seems annoyed, but yet smothered. Aizawa shifts in his chair, turning back to his laptop as he clicks one single button and glares off to the side,"You're dismissed."

"Thankyou, Sensei." Kirishima stands, and he immediately feels the drugs working on his body, lightheadedness making him slow down in his rise.

He finds the will to bow properly though,"Goodnight sir."

"Goodnight."

He walks back to the dorms with a soft step in his pace, trying his best to keep himself from hurling or face planting. The moon is bright, and he feels so warm inside, almost as if he has a fever. He knows he doesn't have a fever though; its just the drugs.

He sighs as he comes to the porch steps of their dorm, and brings in a long, deep breath, shifting his weight forward heavily.

It's just stairs.

The door is cool against his hands as he pushes against it, and his shoes feel even cooler for some reason. The chilled air of the dorms bring sweet relief to his skin, and it makes him smile just a little as he places his shoes on the rack and slides his slippers on.

He walks across the common room, and he's kinda glad that everyone os already in bed, he's not sure he could stand another 5 minutes with them today. He loves them all to death, but they've been smothering him and have been crying over him all day, ever since he got back.

He knows they care... But it feels like they're shoving it in his face. He knows they'd never do that purposely, but it's... It's hard.

"Kirishima."

He stops, and perks up, honestly startled. He hadn't seen anyone in here, and it was SO silent that he thought everyone had gone to bed.

But there sits Bakugo. The blond stares at him blankly, crimson eyes drawn into their normal angry look. Kirishima can't help but smile, his heart beating in his chest just a little faster than before.

"Hey..." He says softly, and moves forward, walking over to the back of the couch. He tries his best to lean against it nonchalantly, but it's really just a huge relief to lean against something.

Bakugo leans up further, sitting up straight and looking up at the alpha,"Have you ate yet?"

"No... I'm not feeling very good." Kirishima smiles meekly, unable to tell Bakugo another lie. This morning- when they left the hospital- he'd felt nauseous, and although Bakugo asked him several different times if they needed to pull over, Kirishima kept saying no.

He threw up all over the back of Mitsuki's car.

It makes him feel bad, even now, and he just can't bring himself to lie to the omegas face.

"I made you some Ramon... Its mostly just chicken broth, and I didn't add anything to it besides that, so spices won't make you wanna barf." Bakugo sighs, and stands with a grunt. Kirishima also straightens, feeling some kind of weird nervousness run through him. His chest feels tight and warm, his belly tingly and knotted.

God, he needs to set his mind straight.

He follows the other boy to the kitchen slowly, and his mouth waters at the sight of a huge bowl of ramen. There's two other bowls sitting next to it that are significantly smaller than the big bowl.

"Sit down." Bakugo grumbles, taking a spoon and dipping the food out.

Kirishima sits down, and refrains from sighing too loudly as he does. Its such a relief to sit. God its just...

"Here..." A bowl slides infornt of him as he opens his eyes, and the red headed alpha smiles gently at it. He looks up to watch Bakugo sit across from him, and the blond spares him a simple glance before twisting the noodles up onto his chop sticks.

Something inside his chest feels so warm. He feels a smile cracking onto his face, and although he knows it isn't reaching his eyes, it's a real one for the first time all day. He leans over his bowl as he scoops up his own noodles.

He's surprised when he finishes it all.

"Hey... You alright?"

"Hmhm..." Kirishima brings in a long breath, eyes closed as he aims a meek smile towards the other boy sitting across from him,"Yeah... I'm just really tired."

The alpha twitches as a foot taps his under the table. He opens his eyes, and Bakugo stares hard at the broth still in his bowl, crimson eyes trained there despite their sleepy look,"Wanna go to bed?"

"...Yeah."

They clean up and make their way upstairs slowly, both sleepy from a long day.

Kirishima feels so happy, skin tingling where Bakugo holds his hand.

The blond spent two nights in that uncomfortable hospital with him, not to mention the day and a half he spent there while the alpha was still unconscious. Kirishima is grateful to have such a good friend in his life. He's grateful to have Bakugo in his life.

"Y-You..."

He hums as he looks at Bakugo. The blond omega brings in a stuttered breath, cheeks turning pink as he stops infront of his own door. His fingers cling to Kirishima's.

"Wanna sleep here tonight?"

Kirishima stands there stupidly, his face growing red with each passing second. Bakugo's fingers are clinging to his for dear life, and he watches as he shifts his weight consciously. He's obviously embarrassed and nervous asking a question like this, even though they've slept in the same bed at least a hundred times already.

"Y-Yeah, ok." He whispers.

They kissed the other day. It was the only time too. They haven't kissed since, and honestly Kirishima really wants to do it again. Bakugo's lips were so warm against his own, and while Kirishima has kissed people on their cheeks- and sometimes the awkward connection of lips between family exchanges- this was so different. It felt like it was his first time ever kissing somebody in his life.

It felt more intimate.

Bakugo's room is cool as he steps in. Its always nice and chilled in here, and Kirishima knows that its for the sake of Bakugo's quirk.

It's quiet as they start taking off their slippers. Kirishima takes a deep breath and smiles at Bakugo when their eyes meet in the dark room. Bakugo's hair practically glows in the soft light of the moon.

He brings in a steadying breath and steps forward. Bakugo glances up at him, and he blinks at the alpha shallowly.

"Want me to sleep on the floor like usual?" Kirishima whispers, and he freaks the fuck out as his fingers unconsciously touch the other boys arm in such a gentle way; its not friendly either.

He bites the inside of his cheek as Bakugo glances at those fingers. Kirishima has half a mind to harden his fingers as those crimson beauties just stare at the palm against his arm. Kirishima is too scared to move his hand from the omegas forearm.

But... Bakugo reaches up and grabs his wrist gently, squeezing at it softly,"No... Sleep in the nest with me."

Its a loaded request, and yet Kirishima doesn't hesitate to accept it.

They both take their bottoms off, and crawl onto the bed. There's not much of it that's not covered by Bakugo's nest, but Kirishima stays outside of it until Bakugo climbs in a sits down in it comfortably.

Kirishima brings in a deep stuttered breath, staring at the edge of the nest, and then looking up into Bakugo's eyes.

The omega stares at him intently, eyes shy as he looks between his nest and Kirishima. He's obviously trying to figure out if his nest is good enough, or if it looks good enough.

And god, it does. Its so neat, and aligned. Kirishima loves the sight of it, and he loves looking at it. Never in his life did he think he'd come this close to getting in his fated's nest while knowing that Bakugo had kissed him, and also knowing that Bakugo likes him, too.

"Is there something wrong?" Bakugo growls from the corner, voice gruff. Kirishima looks up into his eyes. He hadn't even realized how long he'd been staring at the other boys nest. Bakugo stares back into his eyes, and Kirishima knows he's trying to hide it but you can see the clear panic on the omegas face.

"N-No." He says shyly, and carefully places a hand inside the bedding,"I just..." He swallows.

"I know that... If I get in your nest now... That I won't be able to hold back." Kirishima brings in a stuttered breath,"I mean it too. Literally and figuratively." He looks up at the blond, and Bakugo clenches his jaw, looking off to the side as his face blotches red.

"Just get in here." He grumbles out.

Kirishima brings in another very long, deep breath.

He shifts his body forward, and he feels shivers go up his spine as he smells how much Bakugo has scented this thing. The fabric is soft, and was recently washed. But fuck; Kirishima is so loaded down with blockers and neutralizers that usually he can't even smell scents, but Bakugo's is so sweet and warm.

He could die here- thats all he can think as he settles into the fabric. He looks up into Bakugos eyes, and the omega swallows, reaching forward and grabbing Kirishima's hand in his.

The alphas heart beats hard as Bakugo shifts forward, bringing the red heads arm around until Kirishima's hand touches his back.

Kirishima brings in a stuttered breath as Bakugo gets close, face getting so close to his own that all they can do is stare into eachothers eyes. Bakugo's breath gusts agianst his lips, and Kirishima's arm instinctively drags his omega closer.

Their lips meet gently, and Kirishima gasps softly as they break away just to meet again. It gets a little heavier in the next few moments, their breath mingling together as they move even closer, clutching eachother into a tight hug.

Bakugo pulls back with a soft smooch after one particular, very long kiss. Kirishima feels the air in his lungs stammer along with his heart, body so focused on the kiss that he hadn't even noticed how their thighs had been touching, legs tangled together.

He flushes as Bakugo's eyes meet his, and the blond pants, cheeks blotching red along with his face.

Kirishima stares at him, and he smiles brightly, a nervous and overwhelmed laugh breaking from his throat. Bakugo grumbles lowly, and the alpha can only hug him close, pressing closer and kissing his neck gently.

"God, this is so weird." He whispers, and Bakugo hums.

"Fuck you too, shitty hair." He growls spitefully.

"N-No! It's a good weird! A really, really good weird!"

Bakugo snorts, and smacks the alphas shoulder,"I know dumbass, I'm fucking with you."

"O-Oh ok." Kirishima says in a single breath,"Ok." He murmurs softly.