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Concussion

Summary:

“You don’t want to leave me, eh Bakugou?”

“Shut up, dumbass. I’m responsible for you, is all.”

“You want to make sure I’m safe?”

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In which Kirishima gets a concussion, and is still a shameless flirt.

Notes:

Originally posted as an ask prompt on my Tumblr, here

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“I told you I could fucking handle it,” Bakugou growls, tugging on Kirishima’s arm and pulling him higher as they stumble through the wreckage of the city block.

“No you didn’t.” It’s more of a question than a statement, and Kirishima frowns at his feet as they shuffle beside Bakugou’s.

“I did, asshole. Like five times. Now look at you. You’re a fucking wreck.” 

“Well excuse me for wanting to help you,” Kirishima fires back, “I didn’t want you hurt.”

Bakugou can feel his palms grow sweaty, and he pays extra mind not to blow Kirishima’s arm off.

“Yeah, well… That doesn’t mean you need to throw yourself between me and the villain we’re fighting, you know. That’s fucking stupid.”

“What was I supposed to do? He threw a fire hydrant at your head!”

“And it hit yours!”

“I can harden myself?! It wasn’t that bad!”

He suddenly lurches off of Bakugou, gripping his arm for support as he throws up on the side of the street. Bakugou’s palms give off sparks as Kirishima straightens himself out.

“Yeah. It turned out real fucking peachy.”

“Shut up. I want to sit down.”

Bakugou sighs dramatically but doesn’t argue, and they limp their way to the sidewalk before collapsing on the curb. He can hear the sirens of the ambulances in the distance, and he waits for one to find them.

It takes nearly fifteen minutes before any medical units find them since they’ve wandered so far from the center of the action, but there was no way Bakugou was going to let Kirishima stay there after the stunt he’d pulled.

He decides that the EMTs are useless, though, getting frustrated after one of them had offered him a security blanket and hot chocolate, and had asked to move Kirishima elsewhere.

“Sir, please, we need to take him to an ambulance-”

“And you’re telling me that I can’t come with him?”

“Unfortunately you cannot. We need to keep the amount of people low and-”

“Then bring the ambulance here.”

“We can’t do that, sir, I’m sorr-”

“Bullshit. When did you even get your fucking license?”

“Uh, three months ago, sir. I don’t really see how that’s-”

“Nope. You’re out of here. I want a recovery girl, not a fucking boy scout.”

“Sir, the recovery girls are very busy at the moment-”

“Do I look like I give a flying fuck? You bring me a recovery girl for Kirishima or I’ll blow up every fucking supply you have. Starting with this blanket.”

He holds out the bright orange blanket, blowing a hole through the center of it and looking at the paling EMT through the opening.

“Got it?”

The EMT nods so quickly that Bakugou thinks his head may roll right off. He scrambles backward, taking off in the opposite direction to (hopefully) find a recovery girl.

A mop of red hair falls onto his shoulder, and he can practically feel Kirishima smile.

“You don’t want to leave me, eh Bakugou?”

“Shut up, dumbass. I’m responsible for you, is all.”

“You want to make sure I’m safe?”

He can feel the hair on his neck stand up as Kirishima turns his head, letting his chin rest on Bakugou’s shoulder.

“Only because you took a fire hydrant to the face on my account. If you die it’s technically my fault.”

Kirishima smiles, eyes half-lidded as he stares at Bakugou.

Bakugou frowns, staring anywhere but Kirishima and his stupid fucking face.

“If I die, Bakugou, you can have all of my stuff.”

“I don’t want your stuff, stupid.”

“Tell my mother I love her.”

“I’m not telling her shit.”

“I suppose this is the end, then,” he sighs, ignoring Bakugou’s retorts. He leans in closer, and Bakugou can feel his palms growing sweaty again.

“It sure is.”

Kirishima sighs again, lacing his arm through Bakugou’s and dropping most of his weight onto his shoulder. “It’s just a shame that I’ll never see you again.”

“I couldn’t care less.”

“At least when I die, it will be in your arms.”

It takes a lot of effort not to blow up the thermos of hot chocolate in his hands.

“Not if I explode your shitty face, you won’t.”

“As long as it’s from you, I’d die a thousand deaths.”

Bakugou actually snorts at that, leaning back a bit to look down at Kirishima from an awkward angle. “What the fuck was that?”

“I think I heard it in a movie once,” Kirishima says, nose crinkling as he looks out at the wreckage in front of them.

“Well it’s stupid.”

“You love it. Just like you love me.”

Bakugou’s face explodes into a brilliant shade of red at the same moment that the thermos explodes into a million pieces.

“W-what? No. Shut up. I’ll kill you.”

Kirishima laughs, turning his head so his lips brush against Bakugou’s shoulder.

“Go out to dinner with me. If I live through the night.”

Bakugou clicks his tongue, actively avoiding looking at Kirishima as he pretends to search for a recovery girl instead.

“Shut up, stupid. You just have a concussion. Quit trying to flirt with me.”

“I didn’t hear a no,” Kirishima smiles, and Bakugou can feel the corner of his mouth twitch upward.