“Damn fever,” Bakugo Katsuki swore under his breath. He had just gotten off the phone with the agency he was working at and no matter how much he hated skipping work, he knew he had to rest. The sooner he got well the better, you know?

Now, he was just lying on the couch in front of the TV, wrapped in a thick comforter, in his sweats and wool socks. He had a box of tissues on the coffee table and a mini trash can just in case his nose was gonna start running anytime soon.

He thought that maybe it would all disappear if he had enough rest. He was overworking lately, running from one place to another, scanning new villain files, and working out enough so his joints wouldn’t get rusty like a tin woodsman. He knew he should’ve seen this coming from the start.

So he pulled his covers closer, keeping himself warm because of the freezing cold air that circulated around him. And with his breaths shorter than sighs and his lungs croaking louder than a frog in the night, he closed his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep.

Except he didn’t.

Because he heard someone suddenly open the door, making their way through the hall.

He then jumped straight up to his feet, forgetting about his high fever, and called out, “who’s there?”

The guy had broad shoulders, spiky teeth, and... spiky red hair. And damn was he manly.

Kirishima.

“Hey, buddy,” the literal-red-head greeted, managing a nervous yet hopeful smile as he held his hands up in front of him, clenching his cap with one of them.

“Oh, it’s just you,” Bakugo sighed, allowing himself to lose balance and almost drop to the ground. Standing up too fast like that made his head throb like crazy.

“Whoa, man. Are you okay?” asked Kirishima as he helped Bakugo up to his feet.

The blonde let his hand hover up to his forhead, groaning. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” Kirishima disagreed as he helped him back onto the couch. Bakugo frowned as the red dropped his cap on the coffee table and wrapped him up in the black comforter.

“Lie down,” Kirishima said softly. Though Bakugo hated being ordered like this, he did it anyways because he knew that the mucus in his throat would provoke him from fighting him back.

As Kirishima tucked him in, making sure that he was warm and comfy, Bakugo groaned, “Why are you here anyways?”

Kirishima noticed the blonde going red as he averted his eyes away from him and smiled, “I found out you weren’t feeling well and decided to check in on you.”

“How?” Bakugo demanded. “Was it Shitty Nerd or Icy Hot?”

Kiri chuckled at how the blonde hadn’t changed a bit since their graduation, “It was both, actually.”

Bakugo stared at Kirishima as he chortled. He missed that sharp smile, that red hair, that cute little scar. This couldn’t’ve been another fever dream, could it?

He inhaled deeply in an attempt to prevent himself from doing anything obvious, but mucus got caught in his throat and triggered him to cough continously.

Kirishima worriedly rubbed his hands on the blonde’s chest. “Bakugo-“

“Stay back!” he coughed. “I don’t want you to catch it.”

“Do you have medicine?” Kirishima asked.

Bakugo stopped coughing. He didn’t want Kirishima to belittle him nor did he like the idea of him acting vulnerable in the red’s presence. But he also didn’t want him to leave so soon.

“There’s,-“ he paused-“There are some stuff in the medicine cabinet.”

The red beamed and stood up. “Thanks, bro.”

As Kirishima left the room, Bakugo groaned and dug his face into the couch’s cushions. **** his cute smile, **** his broad, manly shoulders, **** me.

“Hey, I’m back,” Kirishima called as he walked out of the master’s and into the living room. He was carrying a bottle that seemed like...

“Is that fucking Vapor Rub?” Bakugo asked, staring at Kirishima in visible irritated confusion.

“Trust me,” Kirishima said, dropping to his knees in front of Bakugo. He unscrewed the cap and dipped three fingers in it, scooping up small chunk onto his fingers.

“Where are you gonna put those?” Bakugo asked a little too nervously than normal.

“Relax,” the red hushed, using his other hand to pull on the comforter. “Just pull your shirt up.”

With one stubborn groan, Bakugo unraveled himself slowly, the cold consuming his weak body as he sat up. He waited for Kiri to sit down on the couch before he lay back down on his lap, leaving the warm comforter on his back. He then slowly pulled his own shirt up. He felt especially embarrassed when his nipples started standing up.

Just then, Kirishima started massaging his chest with the Vapor Rub, forming circles slowly and carefully. Bakugo felt his throat clearing up already. Not only that but the other boy’s hands rubbing against his chest made him ease up. His shoulders weren’t as stiff anymore, his toes weren’t curled up, and his eyelids dropped. For the first time in a very long time, Bakugo was relaxed.

He let humself drown in his own thoughts. He let himself rest his body and mind. He let himself leave the rest to the red-haired boy rubbing his chest so lovingly. For once, he didn’t want to blow anyone’s faces off—or up. He just wanted to...

“Okay.”

He noticed that Kirishima had stopped. No. Why so soon?

Bakugo’s eyes shot open but Kirishima knew. He knew everything.

“Were you going to sleep on me just now?” he asked, smiling sketchily.

“Pfft,” Bakugo scoffed, his ears pink as he pulled his shirt back down. “You wish.”

He was already freezing at this point. Why was it even so cold in here? He grabbed the sides of the comforter and wrapped himself up as fast as he could, covering his embarrassed, flustered face. He then turned away from Kirishima, unfortunately still on his lap.

He shut his eyes tight. For some reason, he was hurt because of Kirishima suddenly ending the relaxing massage. It was the best thing he’s had in years.

“Bakugo\~” the red said. He lay a hand on the sick boy’s hair, stroking it as if he were a cat.

Bakugo groaned in response.

“Do you feel any better?”

Now that he thought of it, he was at least a little bit better. His chest wasn’t tight and his nose wasn’t blocked. All he had to do now was wait for the fever go down.

He nodded under the thick comforter in response.

Kirishima chuckled.

Why the **** WAS HE LAUGHING NOW???

“I’m sorry,” Kirishima said. “It’s just that I’ve never seen you act so vulnerable before.”

Just when Bakugo was gonna get up and get back at the red, he felt his fingers in his hair. Was he gojng to-

Ahh...

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I forgot where this story was going.

"Can you walk?" Todoroki asked him, holding his hand out to a rather... disabled Midoriya. A little while ago, the green-haired boy landed on the floor and immediately let out a groan as held his leg. He was having a blast™ with a familiar spiky-haired boy, training as if they were trying to kill each other in the end. Fortunately, a sprained ankle was all it got to--for now.

"I think I'm fine-" Midoriya took the hand and pulled himself up, a bit teary-eyed at the moment-"Todoroki-kun."

When he stepped his injured foot onto the ground, he felt it sting a little--no--a lot. He then collapsed back onto the ground, landing with a thud.

"Midoriya!" Todoroki exclaimed, kneeling on the floor in front of him.

Damn, now it really hurt. Midoriya knew that he could not walk at all; but he's felt worse, maybe he could still go on?

"I can still go on," he said with determination. A sprained ankle was nothing compared to what he had been through.

"Are you sure?" Todoroki asked, concerned that his friend might be going a bit too far. It was just training anyways.

"No."

The two turned around, finding their teacher, Aizawa Sensei, glaring down at them. With crossed arms, he held the deadly glare at the two. They knew what to do without him even saying anything.

So without any hesitation, Todoroki slid his arms around Midoriya, minding his injured leg. He then carried him up and walked away from the training site, cradling the boy in his arms. The red and white-patterned boy was surprised at how light Midoriya was. On the other hand, the smaller one went from Determined Big Boy™ to Flustered Cinnamon Roll™. You couldn't blame him. It felt--as well as looked--odd to be carried around by someone just because of a hurt ankle. I mean, it was nice to know that one of his friends cared for him enough to bring him to the nurse, but to carry him to her? It felt like he was being babied all over again.

"T-Todoroki-kun?" he stuttered softly, hiding his face in the other boy's chest.

"Hm?" Todoroki looked at him and brought himself to a halt. He found the freckled boy's ears turn red and smiled.

"I appreciate what you're doing but could you please put me down?" Midoriya requested.

Todoroki started walking again. "I'm sorry but I can't."

The other boy looked at him. His look was a mix of confused, annoyed, and beseeching. "But why?"

"You're hurt," he answered plainly, his smile remaining.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Midoriya sighed, wrapping his arms around the larger boy's neck as he hid his face away. He had just remembered the time when he forgot to come by Todoroki's dorm after training and instead passed out on his bed. It was already dark outside when he finally remembered.

Todoroki chuckled softly. "Yeah."

"I said I was sorry," Midoriya pleaded.

"I know," the larger boy smiled. "I just like seeing you flustered like this, I guess."

"You guess?" the smaller boy exclaimed.

The two finally entered the building when they both fell silent. Apparently, the other classes had already finished when the boy got injured. So now, they were walking through halls filled with both younger and older students from different classes. People were staring and gossiping as they passed. This made Midoriya feel anxious to the point that his insides felt like they were having a pity party. Todoroki, on the other hand, walked through it like normal. To him, it was as if he was just carrying a bunch of files over to another teacher.

"We're here," the larger boy announced. Only then did he realize that the green-haired boy in his arms had already fainted out if shyness.

"What happened to him?" Recovery Girl exclaimed. Todoroki didn't even notice her appear.

"He fainted."

Midoriya was acting pretty odd today. He was bumping into things, he was sweating a lot, and was stuttering more than usual. Boy, he couldn't even look at people straight in the eye... especially Todoroki.

It bothered a lot of people, a lot of his friends. Plus, All Might wasn't here so nobody could turn to him for advice.

"But he was just with Deku-kun yesterday!" Uraraka pointed out.

"That's what I said!" Iida said, doing that thing with his hands again.

"So what's wrong with him?" Sero asked with furrowed brows.

Most of the class were huddled up in a corner of the room, keeping their eyes on Mdoriya from afar. Little did they know that the boy, though he could not make their words out, could hear them from his seat. He felt their gaze burn the back of his head, but he didn't want to look back at them. He was afraid of who else might be watching.

Todoroki did not join that group of people gossiping in the corner for he was in an investigation of his own. He was not only worried for the boy but also suspicious. Because, he was with All Might yesterday. But where? And what did they do?

Todoroki decided to confront Midoriya when no one was around. He found the chance when he was alone in the hallways of the dorms. He looked like he had already calmed down a little... from the back, that is.

"Midoriya-kun," Todoroki called.

The mutated broccoli flinched upon hearing his name. He turned around and found a confused Todoroki behind him. His heart might've skipped a beat.

"Oh uh-" he looked for something else to look at, anything else would have been fine, but they were all alone in this hallway. He was all alone.

"T-todoroki-kun!" he managed to stammer. What could he say? Why was he even here? How was going to get out of this?

The other boy had already been walking towards him, his steps getting heavier and louder by the millisecond. Though he wasn't rushing himself, it felt like he was charging at Midoriya at full speed. He couldn't stop himself from shaking.

"Midoriya-kun."

The boy looked up at Todoroki then back at the floor. What was he going to do now? He was going to make a run for it.

"Actually," he started, turning away. "I have to go do something."

"Wait-" Todoroki grabbed Midoriya's arm. He couldn't have anymore of this.

"Why have you been acting so off lately?" he continued. "Is it something I did? Because if it is, I know we can probably set things right."

Midoriya didn't say a word. He couldn't. He completely froze in place.

What was he going to do? What was he going to say?

"Please," the other boy continued. "Just talk to me."

"I-I..."

They were both now in Midoriya's bedroom, sitting in the silence. Todoroki let the boy arrange his thoughts so he could at least talk properly. Though he wasn't that eager, he knew that Midoriya needed someone to talk about it to. Plus, All Might wasn't here, so he had to be a friend.

Midoriya, on the other hand, was nervous. He was afraid of what Todoroki might say. He was afraid of what might happen if he told him. He was afraid of what his friends or the people around him might think of him. Being pre-quirkless was one thing, but being... whatever this was was another thing. But now was the best time to tell him.

"T-todoroki-kun?" he finally said, turning to his friend beside him.

He looked highly attentive to the green-haired boy. Like a dog to its human.

"We're friends, right?" he asked.

Todoroki nodded.

So they were friends. But, friends could still turn on each other.

How am I going to do this?

"U-um so-"

Todoroki noticed that Midoriya had lost his composure again and took his hand. He was picking on his fingertips again. He did that when he was nervous.

"Just tell me," he said. "I promise, I'll be here for you."

And by that, Midoriya spoke up: "I think I might be into guys."

They sat in silence for a while.

Todoroki was taking it all in, his eyes widening a little and going back to normal. He was confused. A million questions were arose in his head. So he likes guys? But what about Uraraka-kun? Wait so Bakugo-

"I know you probably think bad of me now and that's okay," Midoriya whispered, his voice softly cracking. "I think I'm weird too. And I think it's okay if you don't wanna be friends anymore."

"No." Todoroki tightens his grip on Midoriya's hand. His family's always been so messed up and this little cinammon roll might've been the best thing that's happened to him. He actually likes his presence and just because he's gay doesn't mean he's weird. Plus, Todoroki had something to say too.

"Midoriya-kun," he started. "I don't mind that you're gay.-" he paused-"Plus, you're not the only one into men."

Midoriya looked up at him slightly. "What do you-"

"What I'm trying to say is that I know how it feels like to be confused and lost. I know how it feels to be- you know-"

Midoriya blinked a few times and looked at his hand, the one which Todoroki held so tightly. It was as if...

"Todoroki-kun I didn't know- I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay," he chuckled.

Then followed more silence... until Todoroki decided to break it.

"So who is it?" he asked Midoriya.

He wiped his eyes with his sleeve and sniffed. "Uh... nobody."

Todoroki looked at the boy beside him. He was shaking again. "What do you mean 'nobody'? There must have been someone who turned you."

"Uhm, why don't you go first?"

"Hm," Todoroki thought. How was he going to say this?

"I'm sorry, it's fine if you don't want to I was just-"

"He's really nice," Todoroki started. "He helped me go through things I never thought I'd go through-" he turned to his side-"and he's sitting right next to me. Right now."

Midoriya flustered. "Oh."

"Your turn."

"You."

The smaller boy couldn't move or speak after that. He just couldn't handle the atmosphere of the room right now.

"Todoroki-kun I-"

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