Bakugo is... Sick?

“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...

-

I forgot where this story was going.

***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***