Bakugou woke up feeling miserable. His head was throbbing, he couldn’t breathe through his nose, and he was unbearably hot. He groaned and turned over. The last thing he needed was to miss class, but the hell he was gonna let those extras see him like this. He’d have to stay in his room.
So, he turned off his contingency alarms, made sure his door was locked, and went back to sleep.
***
Kirishima only began to worry when Bakugou didn’t walk into class seconds before the bell as always. He was always late, but never enough to get pinged for it. As much as he doesn’t want to seem like it, bakugou is a total nerd and doesn’t usually miss class.
But he didn’t think too much about it, figuring he would just be later than usual. He probably has a reason , he thought. He just made sure to grab an extra of everything to give to him later.
However, the farther in the day he got without seeing Bakugou the more worried he was. Now that he thinks harder about it he didn’t even see him in the kitchen that morning. Usually Bakugou eats in the morning, sometimes he’ll even leave something out for the others if he feels like cooking a large quantity. Though there were times that he’d start early and take his food back to his room. Kirishima could understand that, i mean sometimes you just don’t want to socialize, and that’s cool!
Apparently by the time lunch came around his worry was starting to show on his face. He was standing in line at Lunch Rush when Kaminari nudged him. “Hey, you okay man? You’re looking a little off,” Kaminari spoke.
Kirishima was startled but responded regardless, “Yeah bro, i’m cool!” He smiled, but his heart wasn’t in it. He really was worried about Bakugou, but it wouldn’t really make sense to the others. They didn’t know about their relationship. Not on purpose, it just wasn’t something Bakugou talked about often and their dynamic didn’t really change much after. They figured that the group would find out when they find out and it didn’t matter either way.
Kirishima didn’t want them to find out like this though, he at least wanted Bakugou to be there. He didn’t know what was going on today, but he didn’t want to bombard him with that if something was wrong. Bakugou was a private guy, and Kirishima respected that.
So he put on a smile and talked with the rest of the squad as they sat down at lunch. Joking about whatever stupid things their classmates did, or how the classload was brutal and that Aizawa must be a sadist to assign this much at once. He pretended that nothing was wrong even when they talked about how bakugou didn’t show up. The others chalked it up to him probably wanting a day off since he’s never been absent on purpose once.
He continued to collect classwork for Bakugou when it started up again. He felt guilty for thinking about asking Bakugou for an extra tutoring lesson when he saw him again. I really shouldn’t bother him with my problems, since something is obviously wrong on his end.
It was really easy to zone out when Present Mic wasn’t even speaking Japanese. I really wish he would send a text. I don’t want to bother him by texting him first, he thought. He opened his phone and composed messages and deleted them, and composed messages and deleted them, over and over again until he finally decided he would just go to bakugou’s room when classes got out after he got a chance to change.
And that’s exactly what he did. He made up some excuse to the others and went off to his room to get out of his uniform and put down his stuff, before heading to Bakugou’s room.
He knocked on the door a few times before it opened revealing a disheveled Bakugou dressed in nothing but sweats and a tank top. His hair was messier than usual and his nose and eyes were red. Bakugou sniffled, “What do you want-” but then he stopped short when he noticed that it was Eijirou. His expression softened, but not by much. “What are you doing here”
His voice was raspy and tired and really fucking hot. But Eijirou filed that information away for later. “I came to check on you. I was worried when you didn’t show up to school today.” He spoke softly, averting his eyes. He was a little embarrassed. He figured it was a little pathetic that he can’t go a few hours without bothering his boyfriend.
“That’s stupid, I’m fucking fine” Katsuki growled but Eijirou knew that he didn’t actually mean it. It made him smile.
“I picked up your classwork, can I come in?” he asked, still grinning.
Katsuki wanted to resist, but he knew better. Not only is Eijirou extremely stubborn, but Katsuki actually did want him to come in. But he would never admit to it, so he just grunted and opened the door wide enough to let his giant of a boyfriend inside.
Eijirou walked into the familiar room and set the schoolwork on the desk before turning to Katsuki. “Are you sick?” He reached out to press the back of his hand to Katsuki’s forehead, but he swiftly dodged the touch.
“I told you i’m fucking fine eijirou-” he grumbled before stopping to cough.
Eijirou’s eyebrows furrowed, “Forgive me for not believing you.” He walked over to Katsuki’s minifridge and grabbed a bottle of water and brought it to him. “Will you let me check if you have a fever now?”
“I don’t have a fever.”
“And I have tits as big as yours”
Katsuki just rolled his eyes, and let Eijirou touch his forehead.
“You totally have a fever,” Eijirou said. “Have you eaten today?”
Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “Why.”
Eijirou sighed, “Because it’s important to eat and drink a lot when you’re sick, so that you can heal up fast. Have you taken any medicine?”
“Eijirou i can manage myself dammit.”
“Let me take care of things for once, alright?" Eijirou spoke and Katsuki softened. “You’re always taking care of me and the others, as aggressive as you are about it, let me take care of you this time.”
Katsuki huffed, “I ate once around lunch time, and no i haven’t taken any medicine. I didn’t have any and wasn’t about to go looking.”
Eijirou’s expression morphed into something Katsuki thought to be a combination of happiness at being ‘allowed’ to help, and sympathy. He leaned in for a kiss, but Katsuki dodged his touch once again.
“I might be fucking contagious, dumbass.”
Eijirou just laughed and kissed him anyway.
Author's Note:
This is completely plotless and purely self indulgent, sorry.
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