cozy sickfics (semi-hiatus)

Bakugou Katsuki

He’d be outraged, but not at you, no. At the fact that someone dared hurt someone he loves. The “I’ll find them and show them hell” type. Would be extra gentle with you, and even physically affectionate until you get well and he stops beating himself up because of the bent up guilt. 

Please teach him that he shouldn’t hold himself accountable to everything bad that happens to you, and that it’s normal due to your rather dangerous career. As unworried as he likes to seem, he gets worried like a mother, and would join you on missions as often as he could.

Midoriya Izuku

Panic. His default response to most things is panic, so it’s no surprise it’s the response for this too. Might cry if you’re hurt too much, he gets so worried! Feels like the worst boyfriend on Earth because he wasn’t there to help you. His mind would keep going back to ‘what ifs’ and such, and he’d really feel like he could have and should have been there to prevent it, even thought it could never be his fault.

He’s so gentle with you, his hugs are careful, his touch is light, his kisses a bit too hesitant and fast. He just doesn’t want to hurt you on accident. I beg of you please help him he’s so lost and sad, the amount of guilt his small body carries is impressive and concerning.

Todoroki Shouto

Several thoughts cross his mind as soon as he hears, and he tries to ignore them all. But there are a few he can’t. Is he a bad boyfriend? Is he uncaring? Was there anything he could’ve done? 

He’s scared and worried. Every experience with you feels like venturing into a whole new world. And he’s scared, because he’s never known love before you. And now, when he felt like he was about to lose, he felt like he could lose himself too.

What was his life without you in it? Nothing. Nothing at all.

He’d worry, but he also trusts you and tries to give you credit. He’d be sort of clingy, because he’s too afraid to lose you. Reassure him, because he needs it.

Tamaki Amajiki

He goes into hero mood. No time to panic, time to assess the situation and see if you were okay. But on the inside, panic.

And as soon as he’s sure you’re okay and alive, all that calm composure disappears, and he feels like he’s going to cry. 

He holds you tight, apologizing, because he wasn’t enough. He didn’t do as much as he should have. He should’ve worked harder, fought better, and maybe then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

He might panic if you go on missions alone at first, so he needs lots and lots of reassurance. Or maybe bring him along.

Kirishima Eijirou

Would cry in secret, can’t be unmanly in front of people. Feels guilty, even thought it was in no way or shape his fault. In the end, when he’s sure you’re okay, he’d overwork. He’d train day and night, in hopes of becoming strong so he could be deserving of your love. So he could protect you. So you don’t have to get hurt again. And everyday, he looks worse. His smiles look a bit more strained, and you realize you have to put a stop to it. And when you do, please tell him about how amazing and lovely he is. Shower him with compliments.

Sero Hanta Sero strikes me as a pretty emotionally stable person, he wouldn’t blame himself more than he has to. But that doesn’t mean he cares less about you, no. He feels bad for letting you get hurt, but he also acknowledges that there was nothing he could’ve done to prevent it. All he can do now is work harder, and make sure you’re happy when you’re there, safe with him. He’s grateful once you get better, and he’d take you out on dates, does dumb shit with you, he’d do so much, to see that smile and hear that laugh of yours, and then and only then, will he feel better about all of this.

Shigaraki Tomura

Bakugou taking care of sick s/o

BakugouXreader

Fluff

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You had caught the flu

It was really bad so you didn’t go to class that day

You decided against telling your boyfriend since you didn’t want him to worry and get all angry

But when he didn’t see you in class he couldn’t help but worry

Asked around to see if people had seen you

They said they hadn’t seen you since yesterday and that you hadn’t join them for dinner that night either

He took down notes and homework for you so you wouldn’t fall behind

The first thing he did after class was ignore everyone and go to your room

Sicktember 2026 Prompts:

1. Crash Out

2. Worried sick

3. Forced to care for a rival

4. Medical restraints

5. “Stop whining, you’re fine,” (They’re not fine)

6. Doctor visit

7. Sick on a date

8. “I can’t keep anything down,”

9. Sick in a snowstorm

10. “Stop getting out of bed!”

11. Wrapped in blankets

12. Sick in front of a partner for the first time

13. A usually shy pet begins to curl up to the sick character more

14. Infected wound

15. Rehab after a severe illness

16. Sick while camping

17. Caregiver burn out

18. Character gets spoiled by their caregiver

19. “I can’t afford to go to the doctor,”

20. Parenting while sick

21. Gaunt face

22. Carnival food poisoning

23. X-Ray

24. “My boss won’t let me take a sick day.”

25. Out of medicine

26. “I just want my parent (s),”

27. Work from home day

28. Dizzy

29. “You made the soup wrong!”

30. Mental health day

Alt Prompts:

1. “I don’t need anyone to take care of me!” (Loves being dotted on)

2. Pillow fort

3. “I’m bored.” “You wouldn’t be bored if you took a damn nap,”

4. Flowers

author’s note: HELLO DARLING!! yes, of course you can! i’m sorry it took so long but i hope you enjoy it :) siDE nOTE i’m so exCitEd because you are my first anon aHHH i love you so much thanks for requesting T^T <3 also sorry for making bakugo’s one so angsty LOL

S/O GETS INJURED WHILE FIGHTING

— 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎, 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈, 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈

Todoroki Shoto

You had just finished off the last of the villains on your side when your legs buckled and you collapsed with exhaustion

“Y/N!” Todoroki’s voice echoed from down the street

He used his ice quirk to get to you in the blink of an eye and immediately knelt by your side, completely forgetting about the villains he was fighting

“Are you hurt?” he asked, grabbing your arms with his large hands, gripping you so tightly with worry that the blood flow to your arms got cut off

“I’m fine,” you coughed weakly. “Just… tired…” you forced out

But it was obvious you were lying by the way you were practically gasping for air

Your eyes shifted to the approaching villains as they closed in on you two

Not even bothering to stand, Todoroki twisted his torso and hit them with a blast of fire

His face was stoic but fury burned ferociously in his eyes, insistent on not letting them get anywhere near you

The villains crumpled to the ground, unconscious and you smiled up at your boyfriend proudly, forever impressed by his prowess

He turned back to you, anger now replaced with concern as he gave you his full attention

“Can you stand?” he asked, worry etched into every part of his face

You nodded and grimaced as you tried to get up with his help

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through your ribs and you doubled over, grabbing your side

“You’re hurt,” he said, carefully laying you down on the ground, his left arm holding your body close to his

He gently pried your shaky fingers away from your ribs and replaced them with his right hand

You winced before letting out a sigh of relief, a cooling sensation spreading over your exposed ribs and numbing the pain

You stayed like that for a while; eyes closed as you focused on the feeling of Todoroki’s cool skin against yours

After you felt good enough to stand, Todoroki pulled your arms over his shoulders and piggy-backed you to the nearest hospital, where you stayed the night

The next morning, you woke up to a messy mop of red and white hair fast asleep at the edge of your hospital bed

He stirred as you ran your hand through his soft hair, his eyes tired from watching over you all night

When he realised you were awake and doing okay, he pulled you into his arms

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” he said, relief washing over him

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he whispered shakily as he embraced you tighter

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

A/N: because apparently I can only write dark shit if Deku is involved

Request from Ao3:  Can I get an Izuku x Reader? Reader is another student with a weaker quirk(they can heal others, but in order to do so they must take on the wound themself, maybe?) Maybe kinda the “Are you crazy? You almost lost your life!” prompt.

Warnings: Descriptions of gore, trauma, angst. Also some dadzawa because I’m weak

Like many quirks, yours had an upside and a downside to it. Your parents called you blessed to have such a quirk; as if you were some sort of angel. You didn’t really agree with that phrasing- and you soon had to run away from your parent’s eager hands so they stopped abusing your quirk. You took refuge in U.A- once you barely passed the exam you explained your situation to the teachers, they were quick to take you in. Aizawa had interestingly enough decided to house you- but he made it quite clear that even though you were in his class he wouldn’t be playing favorites and you would be graded fairly. 

Your quirk is simple enough. You have the ability to heal others completely, but it might cost you your own life. You take their pain and transfer it to yourself- sometimes it’s not a big deal, and sometimes it is. For instance, you are not allergic to peanuts, but if someone else is and starts to choke from the effects, you can easily snatch that away and save their life while having no real consequences yourself because your body is not allergic to peanuts. 

Your parents thought of you as a lifesaver; anytime they were presented with discomfort, they demanded their angel take it from them. Not only was this abusing your quirk, but it was abusing you in the process. You had since learned from Aizawa housing you that you are not required to heal anything and anyone- you have a choice in the matter. 

Today, you made a rather… drastic choice. 

It was a completely normal day. You, Midoriya, and Uraraka had been traveling Musutafu for fun when you had heard about a villain attack nearby. Of course, your blood boiled at the thought of another villainous attack, but you knew that you were still in training and going in to help was the last thing anyone needed right now. Convincing Midoriya was difficult- in the end, you weren’t even able to win- but you made a compromise. 

You’d go look at the damage, and once the villains were dealt with, you’d help with damage control and any civilians that needed a hand after the attack. That sounded fair enough. 

A/N: I read THIS by @dreamy-writings and was inspired to write this, lol

Warning: Angst, cursing

Pair: Pro Hero! Eijiro Kirishima x gn! Reader

Word Count: 1.6k+

*~*~*~

"Oi, you need to talk to shitty hair," Katsuki snapped, throwing a bunch of flowers on your bed.

Mina sat on the edge of the mattress, took your shoulders in her hands, and gently shook you. "Please, [Name], Eijiro has gone off the deep end."

"I'm sure just Ei is just a little stressed," you tried to sound soothing. "He's been working a lot -"

"We wouldn't be here if we didn't think it was serious," Denki urged.

"He's going to hurt himself," Katsuki growled. "Don't need both you idiots out of commission."

"We know, after everything, we shouldn't be bothering your healing time. But…. Eijiro needs you." Mina hung her head in defeat. 

Just what was going on? When your fiance was home, he was as cheery and bright as you'd always known him. Was he different at work? With his friends?

"Shitty Hair thinks this -" Katsuki gestured to your broken arm and leg, the bandages around your head, your sprained ankle and broken ribs, the numerous bumps and bruises, the multiple hairline fractures and surgery incisions, and the antibiotic drip the hospital sent you home with. "Is some how all his fucking fault. That damn idiot won't listen to us! He's been working the hell out of himself. Spends hours beating himself up."

You felt like you cracked in half. Like a bit of you shattered. Not the ones from being thrown into buildings and trampled on by a giant villain. But deep down in an untouchable place. You felt like you broke apart. 

Knowing you caused your beloved so much anxiety and stress had boiled up in him. Maybe you should've seen it. But he was just so happy. Glued to your side, helping you bathe, helping you get to the bathroom, changing the bandages on your head - assuring that he still thought you extremely attractive, even though you were going to have a hell of a scar going from the middle of your hairline down under your left ear. He was always smiling and joking when he was with you.

"The wheelchair they gave me is in the closet," you muttered, eyes on where your hands were balled around the blankets. You had to be strong. Normally, Eijiro was your rock. Now the tables had turned.

Mina pulled out the wheelchair while Denki and Katsuki helped get you out of bed. Luckily you'd asked Eijiro to help you into sweatpants and a decent t-shirt before he left for work. You asked for one of your shoes to put on your uncasted foot (which was wrapped in an ace bandage instead). Then unhooked the IV and pinched the line. The bag was nearly done anyway.

"I'm ready when you all are," you muttered. A silent tremor passed through the room. Then you all were out the door.

In his agency training facility, Eijiro was giving all he had to a punching bag. Sweat poured from the hardened ridges in his skin. He felt the solid bag meet his fists, but none of it was satisfying. None of the hits eased the guilt.

No amount of punching had shaken away the image plaguing his mind. You lying in bed, barely seeming to hold on. The doctors said you had internal bleeding, a concussion, then listed off all the broken parts. A bit of himself broke with each word.

Eijiro had bawled hysterically when the doctors left and he was alone with your unconscious body. He gripped your hand, begging to anyone who would hear him. Asking them to let you pull through. That, in exchange, he'd get stronger. No matter the cost.

Eijiro was determined to keep your spirits up. To not let you know how much he'd been suffering. You couldn't imagine the wells that wanted to overflow the first time your eyes opened. The first kiss you gave him after waking up. He felt like bursting, you'd been returned to him.

In exchange, he'd train himself raw. He'd push himself past his limit. It didn't matter what Katsuki, or Tamaki, or even Fat Gum had to say. Eijiro was going to protect you next time. For now he'd train. Then go back to you at the end of the day with a smile, no matter how much he hurt or how tired he was. Coming home to you, hooked to an IV and barely able to move around the house - that image drove him.

Eijiro had been so excited to have you home. But every time he looked too long at your casted arm, or uncovered the puckered gouge on your head. Everything reminded him he hadn't been there to help. To save you. Deku had been, he lifted that gargantuan off you like a pillow. Eijiro didn't think he'd ever have been able to do that. So he was going to train until he could.

You hadn't complained once since you'd been home. Only grateful when you'd gone out a few days after to greet your fans. There were so many who thanked you for saving them. Each felt like a bit of a hit to him. You'd saved all those people and he didn't even manage to save you. Was he truly a hero if he couldn't protect those he cared about?

It didn't matter to him that he was a five hour plane ride away when it all happened. Eijiro had gone to do some publicity stuff with other heroes. He had to hear it from an insensitive reporter who asked how he felt knowing his fiance was in the hospital. But he hadn't. He didn't know. His fellow heroes outraged at the question and Eijiro was on a plane back to you within the hour.

He swore he'd be there next time. That he'd never let anything like this happen again. Eijiro had gone in the plane bathroom and had a good deep cry a few times. When he saw the videos, read the articles, saw all the people asking Where was Red Riot? He hadn't been there. He'd let down the one person he never wanted to. It broke his heart into a million bits. He didn't think he'd ever be able to repair himself.

Eijiro cried as he punched. No one would be able to tell through the sweat. But each and every punch got harder, and so too did his tears.

Pitying looks were passed your way as Katsuki pushed you through Eijiro's agency. You stopped in briefly to talk to Fat Gum. He looked so put out and desperate. He said he'd tried everything. But everyday, Eijiro had been in the facility's gym. Working himself until he bled or passed out. 

Katsuki pushed you, Mina and Denki in tow, down the halls to the gym. You heard the blunt hits long before you saw the doors. Each one grating into your mind. You were never going to forget the hot guilt that bit at you with each thud.

Katsuki pushed you to the gym door way. It was empty, except where your beloved stood hardened to the max, shirtless. You saw a bit of blood dripping from his back. The punching bag was losing sand and stuffing. A defeated one laid in a lump on the floor already. You watched a long minute. Then you realized each grunt turned more into a cry or a wail.

You turned to Denki, and held out your hand. He gave you the crunch he'd been carrying. Luckily the arm and the leg you'd broken were on the opposite sides of your body. You hauled yourself up, your friends helped steady you. Then you limped your way across the gym. Finally, you came into view in the mirror in front of him.

A few spots on Eijiro's face were bleeding. His eyes were blown out. His features scrunched up in….there wasn't a word strong enough to explain the pain. The anguish. The despair. His eyes met yours and, all at once, he broke down. 

Eijiro collapsed to his knees. His quirk finally releasing him. Sobs still wracked his shoulders, they shook violently. But his sobs were silent now. Though you didn't miss the tears that dripped onto the floor.

"Eiji," you cooed and lowered yourself to the floor.

He shook his head. "You….sh-should be-e….hom-m-me. He-healing."

"You need me more." You put a hand on his shoulder. Eijiro latched on to you. You didn't care about the blood, sweat, or tears, or how much sitting that way hurt. You just needed to get him to breathe now.

"I -" he hacked. "I'm not strong enough. I'm not….I'm not manly enough. Even now. What if you get hurt again - or worse? Because I couldn't….I can't…."

You shook your head and kissed his damp hair. "Eijiro - honey, listen to me, it wasn't your fault. Really. This was me being overconfident. It was my own fault. You're an amazing hero. Thousands of people look up to you. You have to stop beating yourself up. You're being the best hero you can be. And I love you for every bit of who you are. No matter what happens to me, you'll always be my number one hero."

Eijiro sobbed harder, gripping you closer. You didn't complain at the protesting throbs of pain screaming all over your body. You sat a while longer. When he was finally feeling better, he carried you back to your chair. Then he took a quick rinse in the shower before pushing you home. Your friends had prepared everything for a movie night when you got back; movies, drinks, takeout. 

You could see the relief in their faces.

You still caught him giving you long, guilty glances. You would only lean over and kiss the look away. But you could never know the weight of what you said. He wanted to eat, sleep, live, and breathe by that creed.

You'll always be my hero.

"i.. need to sit down for a bit.."

"god, you’re burning up… have you been feeling sick all day?"

"i.. think so.."

I may have cried writing this. I was in such a downer mood that it played perfectly into my writing. This definitely turned into a one-shot btw. I hope you enjoy this, Lovely!

I totally was thinking of Avatar the last air bender when I thought of what quirk she could have btw

Bakugou Katsuki x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst (so much angst- like grab a tub of ice-cream, but I am a baby so idk), fluffy ending, mentions of blood/violence, talks of death, grammar mistakes probably

Words: 2,440

 Everyone knew that you trained frequently with Todoroki and Midoriya. It was how you became stronger and Todoroki didn’t mind helping you out (after Izuku talked him into it). You were grateful for every opportunity you had to train with them. It worked well as Midoriya always managed to help you work on your quirk.

Your quirk was a rather simple one. It was Earth Manipulation. It’s just as the quirk name suggests, you can manipulate the Earth. The only condition was that your feet had to be bare in order to feel the Earth under you.

It made it a challenge for the two who constantly trained with you and vice versa. The only downside was your boyfriend, Bakugou, who hated the idea of you training with them. Of course, he couldn’t stop you.

Which eventually leads to a dreadful night that will forever be etched into his brain.

~*~

For once, Bakugou can’t go to sleep no matter how hard he tried. He can’t figure out why. His hand rests against his phone and his body starts to fill with anxiety and anger since he has no idea why he’s feeling like this.

Featuring: Bakugou Katsuki x fem! reader

Word count: ~8.6k

Synopsis: you almost died in a duel against Dabi. Bakugou is patching you up and he is not happy.

Warning: angst, mention of wounds such as burns, scratches, reader almost died, confort and a bit of fluff.

Author's note: this takes place in a somewhat Fantasy AU where reader has to cooperate with the enemy, Bakugou and his people.

"You're a fucking idiot."

You didn't reply, sure to rile him even more if you tried to be sassy or dismissive. Bakugou frowned even deeper at this lack of answer, knowing full well you had many things to say.

"How could you go there knowing very well you would fucking lose?" he spat. "Without even telling us."

"I was handling it," you growled and hissed when Bakugou bandaged your wound a bit tighter than necessary. You glared at him and him at you, challenge clear in his vermillion eyes.

"No, you were not," he finally growled back, focusing on your wound again.

Maybe you were not handling it that well, but you had been holding your ground when Midoriya, Bakugou and Todoroki had arrived. Dabi was a formidable opponent, a few minutes more and he would have reduced you in ashes.

"You're lucky Denki noticed something was odd in the forest," said Bakugou, tone hot and angry.

"How much longer will you pester me about this?" you sighed.

His gaze landed on your face, something trembling deep inside it, like a flame. His hands then stopped working and he stood up abruptly. You jumped a little, caught off guard by his reaction.

"You think I'm only fucking pestering you? I'm trying to beat some sense in that thick skull of yours, you fucking moron! You could have died! We could have been too late! Fuck, we could have arrived barely in time and see you die!"

during the many years you’ve loved bakugou katsuki, you have only seen him cry three times.

the first time, you were alarmed. where you fell asleep on the couch awaiting your boyfriend’s return, you did not expect to wake up to the sound of sniffles and the sight of drying tears.

“katsuki? what’s the matter?” you asked cautiously, immediately sitting up to wipe his tears away.

your touch, like a healing balm to the blond, lets you treat him like glass when both of you know he is nothing akin to fragile.

“‘s nothin’,” he gruffly huffs, voice cracking a little.

“if you say so,” you murmur skeptically, knowing better than to prod when it’s bakugou involved.

“were ya waitin’ for me?”

you nod. “i thought we could eat together but- what time is it?”

“almost nine.”

“oh. i thought we could eat dinner together but your patrol must have ended a lot later.”

his heart aches pitifully, worsening when he watches you rub the sleep out of your eyes. “‘m sorry, i didn’t mean to come home so late.”

Kirishima x Female!Reader

Fluff, Semi Hurt/Comfort (?)

Words: 1K

Warnings: Very mild swearing

You were a mess–a sniffling, wheezing mess.  Not that Kirishima didn’t think you were drop-dead gorgeous, snot and all.  But really, you looked sick.  Very sick.  As it stood, you could barely keep your head upright; You’d nearly fallen asleep twice during Present Mic’s English lecture, and the only reason you’d avoided a scolding was because your lovely boyfriend had made sure to sit up very straight, his broad shoulders shielding you from your teacher’s line of sight. 

Afterward, during lunch, he’d made a point of suggesting you swallow your pride and visit the clinic, seeing as you were obviously struggling with, well, everything.  But you’d refused to cave–giving up just wasn’t your thing.

“Heroes don’t get sick days, Eiji.”  You’d grumbled through another fit of coughs.  “If they did, then society as we know it would crumble.”

And you were right, even if he wished that you weren’t.  So he’d settled for mumbling a reluctant “don’t push yourself too hard” and dropping the issue.

Afternoon training is when everything went sour.  Kirishima had been paired up with Aoyama–Aizawa had said something about testing the limits of his hardening against the blonde’s (surprisingly destructive) naval laser.  Meanwhile, Ojiro was assigned to be your sparring partner.  It’d been obvious that you still weren’t feeling your best, but at least you hadn’t had the misfortune of being partnered with Bakugo.  Your quick-tempered classmate wouldn’t have had any qualms with beating the living crap out of you, even in your weakened state.  No, Ojiro was better.  He was capable of showing restraint, especially when he knew that he had a very intense Kirishima glaring into the back of his skull.

Everything seemed fine at first.  Recognizing that you’d never be able to take your classmate hand-to-hand, you’d opted to exercise caution–wear him down from a distance.  And for a while, your tremors had done just that; They’d kept Ojiro hopping across the battlefield, never able to find a stable patch of ground, never able to catch his breath.  But then, he’d been able to steady himself, just for a second, but it’d been enough time for him to ricochet forward.  In order to avoid being trapped by his tail, you’d leaped, rolling along the pavement in a clumsy maneuver.  It wasn’t a catastrophic move–you could still recover, Kirishima had reasoned.

Only you never got up.  You’d just laid there on the pavement, not coughing, not panting.  Eerily still.  

And Kirishima bolted, shoving his way past his classmates, ignoring the debris and the confused chatter as he made his way over to you.  The sight of your chest, rising and falling steadily, had been enough to draw a relieved exhale from him.  Still, he’d refused to leave your side, even when Recovery Girl arrived and confirmed that yes, you were, in fact, just unconscious.  Only the threat of Aizawa’s capture weapon had been enough to make him step back long enough for two robots to load you onto a stretcher.  Seeing them haul your crumpled body off had nearly killed him.  

He should’ve stopped you earlier.  Dammit, why hadn’t he made you go back to the dorms before this happened?

“Because I’m fine.  Really, Eijiro, I am.”  You answer your boyfriend’s question later when he visits you in the clinic, once training is over and once all of his complaining has earned him a hall pass from one thoroughly irritated Aizawa.

“Listen, I understand wanting to be strong,”  Kirishima offers, fighting to keep his voice level.  “But you passed out, babe!  Do you have any idea how scared I was?”

You chew on your lip, sniffling a bit.  Before you even finish sitting up in the bed, Kirishima is handing you a tissue, sporting this pathetic frown you wish you hadn’t seen.

“If that’d been a real fight, I don’t even wanna–”  He stops midway through the sentence, shaking his head.  “No, I can’t even think about what would’ve happened.”

“I’m sorry.”  You mumble, defeated.  “You’re right, you’re totally right.  I should’ve stopped earlier–I mean I’ve been dizzy all day, I should’ve known better.”  You breathe heavily, dropping your tissue into the waste bin beside you.

“It’s just,” you continue, “I don’t know, I didn’t want to give everyone a reason to think I’m weak–didn’t want them to think that I couldn’t handle a little cold.”

“Nobody thinks you’re weak.”

“Well, now they do.”  You laugh.  It’s a humorless sound.  “I ate it out there, and now everyone in the class is gonna think I’m some wimp that faints when she gets worked up.”

“No.  Hell no.”  Kirishima assures, rolling his chair in closer.  “Everyone knows you felt like absolute crap today.  They saw you hold your own against Ojiro, even looking as terrible as you did.”  

You scoff, pretending to be offended by his little “terrible” comment.

He snorts, smiling wide.  “No offense.  You’re always beautiful to me, babe.”  Kirishima’s expression softens.  “But seriously, after watching you fight through it, they probably think you’re even more of a badass.”

You sigh, shaking your head.  “You’re wrong”  

Two words from you are enough to make every muscle in his body go rigid.

“I wasn’t just holding my own in my match.  I was about to win.”

Kirishima relaxes, his grin returning.  

“Well, I guess we’ll never know for sure.”  He pats your shoulder with his free hand and tries to ease you back down into the bed.

“No,” you insist, resisting the push of his hand.  “If Ojiro had taken one more step to his left, the pavement would’ve crumbled beneath his feet.”  Seeing Kirishima’s confused expression, you gesture towards the floor, grinning like a madwoman and looking much more animated than you had all day.  

“Sewer!  I obliterated the cement all the way down to the sewer beneath the training grounds!”  Your enthusiasm catches up with you and you’re momentarily overwhelmed by another bout of hacking.  “If I’d been conscious, then monkey-man would’ve been going for a swim and I would’ve won.”

Kirishima stares at you, completely at a loss for words.  The silence doesn’t last though.  Less than a second later, he’s doubled over in laughter, using his wrist to brush tears away from his face.  He still looks thoroughly amused when he straightens out, delighted eyes meeting your own.

Reaching out, he ruffles your hair.  He would’ve kissed you if he’d been sure it wouldn’t have posed a risk of spreading whatever you had to the rest of U.A.

Breathless

Bakugo x Reader

Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Words: 1.3K

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Swearing

Fuck.  When he sees the way that your body folds in on itself, limbs twisted at unnatural angles and face unbearably blank, he forgets how to breathe.  He fights the word that echoes on repeat in his ears– the dreaded word that couldn’t possibly apply to you.  Even as his lips trace out the shape of your name, shouting– no, screeching it as he sprints towards you, it won’t go away.  It isn’t until he cradles your form in his arms, so small, so broken, so lifeless, that the weight of it all forces the last bits of oxygen out of his lungs.  Dead.  Still, he knows it can’t be true– he refused to let it be true.  He calls for his comrades, for a medic, for fucking anyone.  Your heart lies still in your chest, but he shouts until his throat feels like it’s going to burst– until he can’t tell the difference between the sweat and blood and tears that seep down his cheeks.  Some hero.

Bakugo shoots up in bed, wheezing and hunching over like it’ll help the oxygen reach his lungs any faster.  His hands rush upward to cover his ears, trying in vain to block out the word that still plagues his mind.  His elbow rams against something hard on the way up.

“What the hell Katsuki?!”  You slur out the words, startled at the rude awakening.  You rub at the spot where he knocked into your shoulder, pretty sure that it’s going to bruise.  Fully prepared to chew him out, you sit up and squint, trying to find him in the blurry darkness.  When you see the way he’s panting though, your irritation immediately shifts to concern.  “Katsuki?”

He doesn’t answer you, too consumed by whatever it is that’s got him hyperventilating.  You tentatively place a hand on his bare back and he flinches at the contact, but says nothing.  His skin is clammy, soaked by cold sweat.  Now you’re nervous.  You rub comforting circles along his skin, careful to avoid startling him in his delicate state.  When his breathing slows substantially, you scooch in a little closer to him.  

“What’s wrong?”  You whisper the words, but Bakugo jumps as though you’ve just shouted at him.  Then he drops his arms to his sides, staring forward.  You’re really not sure what you should do, afraid you’ll only make the situation worse.  Thankfully, he makes the first move, turning his head to stare at you with hazy red eyes.

“I–”  His voice cracks, along with something in his expression.  Before you can even react, he throws himself at you with so much force that it nearly shoves you back off the edge of the bed.  His arms crush your waist, bruising fingertips gripping at your sides like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t cling to you with everything he’s got.  He buries his face in your chest, just inhaling.  

You don’t even think, you just curl your arms around his head, letting your hands tangle into the mess of blonde hair there.  You lean over awkwardly, pressing your face against whatever you can reach– an ear, a cheek, anything.  Still, you say nothing, letting him breathe until the shakes pass– until he lets his body just crumble against you like he’s too exhausted to hold it up anymore.  You’re there to catch him when that happens.  When his head drifts downward, pressing uncomfortably into your stomach, you hook your hands under his arms and ease him back into the bed, lying beside him.  He looks frantic– weak.

“Ready to talk?”  You shift onto your side reaching out and placing a steadying hand on his cheek.  Bakugo eases into your touch, grabbing your wrist and keeping you there when you move to pull away.  

He takes a shaky breath, eyes trained on you.  “Bad dream.”

“About what?”  You coax.

He makes an irritated sound and tries to pull you closer by your arm.  The angle doesn’t really work to his advantage though, and he just ends up digging his nails into your wrist.  You do him a favor and shift in closer, nestling your face into his shoulder. 

“Don’t worry about it.”  He grumbles.

Okay, you knew that Bakugo wasn’t always the most “emotionally available” guy, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t hoping for a little bit more information.  When he doesn’t elaborate, you scoff, trying to shimmy yourself away and shoot him a look.  He doesn’t let you, planting a powerful hand against your shoulder blade and dragging you back.  His other hand catches you by the back of your neck.  You expect him to be rough as usual, to shove you into his chest and trap you there like that’s the only place you belong.  He doesn’t though– he just holds you there and stares.  There’s a tense silence.

He’s the first to break, unwrapping his fingers from your neck and dusting them across your cheek.  Delicately, not like the rough, demanding touches you were used to.  It was weird– not bad, just a little concerning given the situation.  Then, he mutters something.  It’s so quiet that you wonder if he even meant for you to hear it.

“I couldn’t save you.”  You’re not sure what it means, but the broken sound of his voice makes your heart sink in your chest.  “You were standing right there and I couldn’t reach you until it was too late.”  

Then it dawns on you. Oh.  Oh.  Suddenly, you’re not worried anymore.

“What a stupid dream.”  He furrows his brow, obviously not too pleased by your choice of words.  Still, you press on.  “Like you’d ever actually let that happen.”

“What?”  He’s not angry, just confused.  “Did you even listen?  I wasn’t fa–”

“Bullshit.”  You cut him off, grabbing his hand as it trails over your lips.  “You’re Katsuki Bakugo– there isn’t a person alive or dead that can outdo you at anything.”  Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to stoke his ego right now, but damn if it wasn’t true.  The man couldn’t lose if he wanted to– it wasn’t in his nature.  

“Even if something were to happen to me,”  You continue, “Do you think I’d just sit there and take it?  No– I’d fucking fight my way out before it ever got that bad.  So stop stressing over such an unrealistic nightmare.”

This was all you could offer.  You weren’t eloquent or sweet– you couldn’t brush away his fears with a dramatic speech or whispered I love you’s.  Still, the way his lip twists upward at the end of your rant makes you think that maybe, your way was better.

“You’re a brat, you know that?”  He flexes his hand beneath yours, twisting his fingers so that he can pinch at your palm.  You try to wiggle and pin his arm to the bed, forgetting that you’re still trapped by the one on your back.  He resumes his torment, a mischievous grin spreading across his face when he sees you struggling.

“And you’re an ass, but I put up with you anyway.  I wonder why?”  In a final show of defiance, you drag Bakugo’s hand up to your mouth and bite his wrist.  Not too hard, but definitely hard enough to make your point.

“What are you, a fucking rat?”  He’s laughing, and it’s a beautiful sound.  Even as he shoves your back roughly into the bed and lays an elbow across your chest, you can’t help but feel just a little victorious.  Giggles pour out from the pit of your belly, despite the evil look Bakugo gives you.  “So you like biting now, huh?”