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Thursday:
It had been a long day, and honestly, if he could get away with it, the dorms would be a smoking crater by now.
He stood in front of the doors to the building, not wanting to enter. Not wanting to see his classmates, those… extras. The scowl on his face deepened into a demented sort of grimace.
All he wanted was to go to bed and sleep for the next 15 hours. Unfortunately, it was a Thursday, meaning he still had one day of classes before he could justify doing that. He stood there staring angrily at the building for a long moment before deciding to finally just go in.
As he reached the door, he heard a loud shriek and then felt static energy jump off the door. And then watched in horror as the lights slowly flickered out.
“Fucking Pikachu.”
He grabbed the door handle and growled as it shocked him, fine, fantastic, wonderful, lets just add that to the list of things he super enjoys.
He bangs through the door and stomps through the common areas, ignoring the surprised sounds of his fellow classmates and shoves past someone in the hallway.
“Woah Bro! You ok?”
Damn it.
Of course, it had to be that red-haired idiot.
Bakugou grunted and kept walking, hands shoved in his pockets and shoulders slumped.
“Bakugou?”
Kirishima sounded concerned, and that was the last thing he needed. He flung a hand out of his pocket and flipped him off over his shoulder. He knew it was a bit out of character for him to just ignore everyone, especially Kirishima. Usually, the red head was the only one he could tolerate. But today, even the shade of red on his head made Bakugo want to commit arson.
He didn’t waste time getting to his room, slamming the door behind him and leaning up against it. One more day, that’s all he had to do, just one more day, then he could rest.
Friday:
If he thought the beginning of the week had been bad, Friday was complete hell. He’d almost failed his quiz, Deku had beat his score in training, and shitty-hair hadn’t left him alone for a second. Not that he really minded Kirishima’s company, but when he was pestering him over and over and over about how he was feeling, well, he just wanted to punch that stupid shark grin off his face.
Bakugou had always tried to keep his temper in check around the red-head, something in him desperately holding onto the fact that Kiri actually wanted to be his friend, but even he had his limits and it was coming fast.
He stumbled over a rock and swore. Just fucking fantastic.
“You ok bro?”
And then jumped when Kirishima’s voice sounded off right next to him.
“WHAT THE FUCK SHITTY HAIR.”
Kiri blinked, “You tripped, are you ok?”
Bakugou felt his blood heating up.
“I DIDN’T TRIP IDIOT.”
His face clenched and he could feel his palms starting to spark, he was well and truly loosing it now. All the stress and frustration from the week was catching up and poor kirishima was right here to take the blame.
“Bro? You did?” Kiri’s face was concerned and he reached out a hand towards Bakugous face.
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
Hed stopped screaming, and started growling.
Kiri looked at him in shock, “Baku? You’ve been acting off all week, are you really ok?”
That did it.
And he didn’t know why.
His best friend was here, asking quiet honestly about him and he just couldn’t handle it.
He felt his fist fly forward and then a sickening crunch under his knuckles. And then in the silent seconds that followed, seconds full of rage and blood red fire, he realized, he’d just punched Kirishima. Hadn’t even used his quirk. Just straight punched him.
And the idiot, hadn’t hardened either.
His vision cleared and he looked at Kiris face.
The red head was holding his jaw, blood streaming out of his nose and mouth. He looked hurt, but more than physically. The look in his eyes gutted Bakugou.
He heard a strangled gasp and a bright yellow head invaded his space as he stared Kiri in the eyes.
“Kirishima!!! Are you ok?? What happened?”
Bakugou broke eye contact and looked at the figure standing between them. Kaminari. Pikachu. Who currently had his stupid electric hands all over HIS best friend and how DARE He and… and wait. But Kaminari was wiping blood from Kiris face. Was shrieking when a tooth fell into his hand. Was calling for Aizawa. And had his hands all over Kirishima. Who’s eyes hadn’t left Bakugous face. Even as he spit teeth out.
Bakugou swallowed. He’d done that.
And then he turned and ran. Like a coward.
Thursday: (Kirishima)
It was pretty obvious that something was going on with Bakugou. The boy was usually so, so, explosive, and this week he’d slowly gotten more and more reserved. Today, he’d totally ignored Deku. Completely.
So when he shoved past Kiri, he knew he had to say something, best friends don’t let best friends suffer alone. But all he’d gotten was a growl and then eventually flipped off.
So count that a success?
Friday: (Kirishima)
He knew he fucked up when he’d commented on Bakugou tripping, but the other boy had been ignoring him all day. Which, wasn’t normal. The anger in his bright red eyes aimed at Kiri, was also not normal.
He saw the punch coming from a mile away. Surprised that Bakugou wasn’t using his quirk on him. He had a moment to think before reacting, and decided that if this was what was going to make him feel better, then he would take the hit. Besides, Hardening would only harm Bakugou’s hand. And he didn’t want to do that.
The pain from the punch was blinding. He could feel several of his teeth knock lose and he was pretty sure his nose was broken. When his eyesight returned, he was faced with the rage of Bakugou, but that didn’t last long as a look of abject horror over took the blond. Kiri watched as Bakugou’s eyes roamed his face and then glanced down at his still clenched fist. His eyes rose and met his own. And Kiri could see so much pain. Other than the physical pain that was radiating in his face. He stared at those red eyes until Denki’s hands invaded his space.
He stared, ignoring the screeches about teeth, and stared until Bakugou turned and ran away.
He watched the blond’s retreating figure until Aizawa’s face broke his contact.
“Kirishima.”
He blinked.
“Kirishima.”
Huh?
Oh.
“Yah?”
His voice was muffled and he could taste blood.
Aizawa sighed, “Come on, to Recovery Girl.”
-
Aizawa had wanted to place some harsh punishments on Bakugou. But Kiri had protested, its not like he actually caused any real damage. And then had to cough to cover his words when Aizawa had stared him down.
Sure, he had a few teeth missing and a couple broken things in his face, but those could be fixed…
He had at least managed to get Aizawa to let him talk to Bakugou before anything happened. He had to know what had spurred this and where that look of horror had come from. Bakugou had used his quirk on him hundreds of times. It had never bothered him then.
Standing outside of Bakugou’s room with a bandaged face made him feel weird. He didn’t really want to be standing here. He hadn’t deserved to be hit, and he hadn’t deserved the anger directed at him. But most of all, he didn’t want Bakugou to see him like this. He sighed; he didn’t really have that much of a choice though. Aizawa had been pretty clear, figure this out, or they’d both be in for it.
He knocked on the door to be met with silence.
“Baku?”
His voice was still stuffy and he felt like his nose was completely stuffed.
Nothing.
He knocked again.
“Baku, I know you're in there.”
“Go away.”
“No.”
There was no joke in his voice. He felt tired, and his whole face throbbed. Talking felt weird with only his half teeth and he honestly just wanted to go to bed. A hug wouldn’t hurt either.
He listened as footsteps approached the door, and then watched as the door opened.
Bakugous face contorted again. Sadness, horror, shame. And then the door slammed again.
Great, the blond couldn’t even stand looking at him.
“Baku, I know im ugly, but we still need to talk.”
He tried to make a joke, but his mouth felt weird and everything hurt.
He heard a soft mumble.
“I cant hear you, please just let me in.”
A pause.
The door opened again and this time Bakugou stepped aside and waved him in but wouldn’t look at him.
Kirishima entered the room and walked over to his bed and sat down.
“Come on blasty, we need to talk.”
Bakugou stayed frozen by the door. Kirishima sighed and looked down at the pillow resting on the floor. The very wet pillow.
Bakugou only laid on the floor when he…
Oh.
He stood up and walked to the blond. And wrapped his arms around him.
He had been lucky, he’d grown a few inches in the past years, and now stood a couple above Bakugou. He felt the smaller boy turn and slowly wrap his arms around him. He tried leaning his face on the blond, but hissed at the pressure. Bakugou stiffened, and then slowly let himself drop to the floor. Kiri followed.
“Baku…”
“Why didn’t you harden.”
It was a question, a statement, a curse, an accusation.
“I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Bakugou’s face whipped up, a look of stupid incredulity stuck there.
“You didn’t want to hurt me.”
Kiri nodded.
“As I was punching you.”
He nodded again. And then watched, emotionless as tears filled the blond’s eyes. Bakugou crying was incredibly sad. He wanted to comfort the small boy in front of him but he wasn’t sure he was allowed.
After a moment, Bakugou wiped his face. “let me see.”
“See what?”
“Your mouth.”
Kiri blinked, “What?”
His dumbness was met with an eyeroll and he watched Bakugou shuffle around until he was sitting right in front of him leaning forward. His hands, those brutal, punishing hands, reaching for his face. He flinched. And regreeted ever living at the look of sadness and pain in the other boy’s face.
“I'm sorry.”
It was quiet and sad. Kirishima shook his head, “no.”
“I…”
Kiri reached forward and grabbed Bakugou’s hands that were clenched in his lap. He led them up to his face and spread his lips. In an odd sort of grimace.
He closed his eyes as Bakugou’s hands slowly touched his face. Those harsh hands, so soft and gentle on his lips and cheeks. Brushing his nose and slowly under his eyes, where he knew bruises were starting to form.
“Your teeth.”
Kiri hummed.
“I heard Kaminari screaming about your teeth, but I didn’t realize I had knocked them out.”
He blinked open an eye. Bakugou’s face was a carefully constructed mask, but he could tell the boy was seconds from crying again. He slowly closed his mouth, and Bakugou moved his hands to his cheeks.
“Its ok. They’ll grow back.”
His mask dropped and Bakugou stared at him like he was the dumbest person on the planet.
“No they wont idiot, teeth don’t grow back.”
Kirishima smiled and grabbed one of Bakugou’s hands off his face. He arranged his fingers so he was pointing and then opened his mouth again and led Bakugou’s finger to the row of half-teeth nestled behind his fulls. Bakugou gasped. And then started exploring on his own. They tilted towards his fulls, to prevent any unnecessary damage, but they would move forward and take the place of a full and grow back. He’d lost a lot of teeth. Although, he wasn’t sure how he felt about Bakugou’s fingers in his mouth and his face so close. Slowly Bakugou pulled away.
“See, they’ll grow back. It’ll just take a bit of time.”
He chuckled at the wondered face on Bakugou before the signature scowl returned.
“Unfortunately for me, healing the nose won’t be as easy.” He was trying to joke, but yikes was that the wrong thing to say. Bakugou hung his head.
“I'm sorry.”
Kirishima leaned forward and put his forehead on Bakugou’s.
“Don’t. Its ok.”
Bakugou sighed.
“Its not ok. I hurt you. And you didn’t harden because you're and idiot who didn’t want to hurt me. I knocked out your teeth and I broke your pretty face. Its not ok.”
Kirishima smiled. “You think im pretty?”
“Shut up shitty hair.”
Kiri let a chuckle escape him and soon they were both laughing until his face hurt to much.
He stood up and grabbed the wet pillow from the ground.
“Come on then. Bed.”
He put it on the bed, dry side up and watched as Bakugou slowly stood up and walked towards him.
“stay.”
Kiri lifted an eyebrow.
“Please. I…”
He nodded, “Ill stay.”
They shuffled into bed, Kiri being soft and careful with his face.
He felt soft fingers poking his lips, “Can I?”
He let out another soft laugh and opened his mouth to the blond’s invading fingers. They sat there for a while, and Kiri knew he was drooling, he couldn’t help it, he had fingers in his mouth. He was drooling and trying so hard not to make this weird. But his gums were sensitive from loosing teeth, and Bakugou touched one, and he whimpered. A soft pained sound and Bakugou’s fingers froze.
“I'm sorry.”
The fingers withdrew, and kiri did his best to wipe up the drool. His face was burning, but it was dark.
“Its fine, just a bit sensitive.”
Bakugou let out a soft hum.
Kiri was quiet, he’d never ever seen Bakugou be so soft and caring before. It was shocking, but he loved it.
“Can I…”
Another hum.
“Ugh, nevermind.”
Bakugou’s head shifted, “What is it.”
“Let me hold you.”
Silence.
Well fucky, mcfuck jr.
And then Bakugou’s body slowly slid into place.
Kiri wrapped his arms around him and let himself be lulled to sleep by the warmth of the fiery blond.
He would deal with everything else in the morning.
But for tonight, he just wanted this.