“NO!” It took Bakugo a moment to realize the scream had come from his own mouth. His stomach dropped like he was on a roller coaster as he watched Kirishima’s body fly through the air. He couldn’t move. He knew he had to move, to catch him, to do something, but he just stood there frozen. Kirishima hit the ground with a sickening thud, a noise that would echo in Bakugo’s mind forever. It was at that moment that Bakugo finally, finally, was able to move. He ran to where Kirishima had landed, as fast as he could, his explosions crackling from his palms as he used them to increase his speed. He wanted to swear, yell, hit something. How could he have let this happen?
The rest of Class 1-A watched in silence, not knowing what to do. Bakugo had completely forgotten they were there, only thinking about Kirishima. He knelt down next to his friend and pressed his fingers to his neck to check for a pulse. He was about to panic when he felt a steady rhythm on his fingertips. He sighed with relief. He was alive, at least. He was breathing. Bakugo put one hand around Kirishima’s shoulders and one hand cradling his head, and lifted him gently, so gently, more gently than he’d ever done anything. He pulled him into his lap, feeling tears falling down his face. He didn’t really care. He felt so disconnected from every part of his body, except for the warmth on his hands where they were holding Kirishima and the part of his thigh where his head was resting. He looked so small laying there, all of his usual energy gone from his body, his stupid hair caked with blood, his eyes gently closed.
He turned his head to face his classmates, remembering they were there. “Don’t any of you fuckers have a healing quirk? Someone fucking help him!” He felt so useless. His quirk, the one thing he’d been able to rely on throughout his whole life, was completely useless now, when it mattered the most.
None of the other students knew what to say. They’d never seen him this emotional, this vulnerable, before. Bakugo turned back to Kirishima and held him to his chest, sobbing into his hair, his stupid shitty red hair. “Please, man. I need you. Please… just please wake up.” Kirishima shifted slightly in his arms. Bakugo pulled away and looked at him. His eyes fluttered open, looking up at him. “Bakugo?” He choked out, clearly in pain.
Bakugo let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “Hey, Shitty Hair.” He whispered, his voice breaking. Fresh tears flowed down his face, but now they were tears of relief.
“Don’t try to talk, okay? You’re gonna be ok.” Kirishima reached out his hand, and Bakugo grabbed it and held it tightly.
Bakugo cradled Kirishima’s head in his hands, pushing his hair- god that stupid hair that was so cute- out of the way to see the source of the blood that was trickling down his face. “It’s a head wound. It looks pretty bad.” He thought for a second. “Momo, can you make some gauze?”
“Y-yeah.” She pulled a roll of gauze from her arm and passed it to him. He used some to gently wipe the blood from his friend’s face, then covered the wound and secured it by wrapping the gauze around his head.
“Ok. It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.” Bakugo murmured to the boy in his arms.
“D-don’t… cry…” Kirishima shakily lifted his hand to Bakugo’s cheek. “It’s not… v-very manly…”
“Oh, fuck being manly, dude, i thought you were dead!” Bakugo exclaimed, some of his normal personality coming back. He pulled him to his chest, being careful of his head. “I don’t know what I would do without you.” Kirishima pulled away a little bit to look him in the eye. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, okay?”
“O-okay.” Kirishima whispered, staring into Bakugo’s eyes. Without saying anything else, Bakugo leaned down and kissed his best friend, who he’d had a crush on since the day they met, who’d saved him from the league of villains, who’d almost died in his arms. Kirishima kissed him back with no hesitation, wrapping his arms around him and holding on for dear life.
“I KNEW IT!” Mina exclaimed, grabbing Ochako. “I TOLD YOU ALL AND NO ONE BELIEVED ME!”
“The fuck are you talking about?” Bakugo yelled, pulling away from the kiss.
“I knew you two were dating! I knew it this whole time!”
“Wha- we weren’t fucking dating! That was our first fucking kiss!”
“Wait, we weren’t dating?” Kirishima asked. “Oh, man, I thought you just wanted to take things slow-”
“You owe me 10 dollars.” Ochako said to Deku, who reluctantly pulled the cash from his pocket and handed it to her.
“This is not appropriate for a school environment!” Tenya exclaimed.
“EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Bakugo yelled. “Engine Legs. Can you take him to the hospital?”
It took Tenya a second to realize Bakugo was talking to him. Bakugo scooped Kirishima up in his arms and handed him over to Tenya.
“Just- just be careful with him.”
“Yes. Of course.”
Bakugo kissed Kirishima again, on the cheek this time. “You get better and come right fucking back to me, okay?”
“Got it.” Kirishima said.
Bakugo whispered something quietly in his ear, because if anyone else heard him say it, he might die of embarrassment. Unfortunately, Kirishima did not know how to be subtle, because the last thing he said- well, yelled- as Tenya ran off with him let everyone know what he had said to him.
“I love you too, Bakugo!”