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that voice was as sharp as nails. he almost toppled over his breakfast. he didnt even have to turn around to look at who it was. that was bakugou, always making an explosion of an entrance.

‘ k-k-kacchan ! ‘ he fumbled and panicked a moment, ‘ i w-wouldnt say that ! your score was amazing ! and i only beat it by accident ! ‘ oh dear, his excuses werent sounding too convincing. izuku silenced himself before he said too much. he swallowed before nodding slowly. he knew bakugou wouldnt take no for an answer. so much for breakfast… although, playing video games with him did sound nice.

Bakugou: You know what you do too. Get on relying on others.

Toshi:

if there’s one thing kirishima won’t do, it’s abandon a bro in need. and by the looks ( and sounds, he heard what happened after all ) of things, bakugou could use... well, someone right now. and as much as the redhead is thickheaded too, he has TACT every now and then. so he doesn’t push too hard, doesn’t demand, and acts slow enough for bakugou to deny him if he really wanted to. 

it’s really almost on instinct that kirishima decides to put his arm around the other. he can’t hide the surprise of his widening eyes when bakugou leans into him, able to feel his muscles relaxing under his arm. and it’s when the blonde’s hand moves, relaxing his grip and moving, almost gliding, up to his own. in the back of his mind, the riot wonders if the other can feel or hear his heartbeat rising when their knuckles brush and especially when it doesn’t stop there. 

fingers intertwine and there’s a HESITANCE to them. in uncharted territory, kirishima gives a gentle ( and hopefully reassuring ) squeeze in return. as they sit there in their silence, he takes a deep breath and quietly exhales, rustling blonde strands in the process. and maybe because he always has a need to fill silences out of habit, but he decides to repeat himself, maybe for EMPHASIS. 

Kirishima had never really been admitted to a hospital before, nor had he even realized how he’d gotten there in the first place after being unconscious ever since the end of his and Fatgum’s battle.  There were a few bits and pieces when he’d blurred into consciousness, the voices when Fat had lead the rescue team to him, the light from outside stinging his eyes when he’d tried to open them and assure Uraraka and Asui outside he was okay with a smile, also during the process where they took off the bandages he’d initially been given just after the fight and that had stung like hell on all of the cuts and bruises littering his body.

He was so tired after that, having fallen asleep as they cleaned and wrapped him back up, hardly comfortable being covered head to toe with hardly any skin showing, slings and braces all over didn’t exactly make for ideal ease but he still managed to doze off anyway.  

When he woke, the doctors told him his injuries were shallow with no life threatening or internal damage... all skin deep and he breathed a sigh of relief even if it was kind of painful to do.  

They left him alone which he was grateful for because he hadn’t even processed how he’d made it out and needed that time to think.  Apparently Fat had won, protecting him once he’d fallen seeing as his body was unable to take any more but once the discomfort set in again he couldn’t sleep and just laid there.

Likely Recovery Girl would come by and make her rounds, reducing most of his damage to the bare minimum once his stamina was good enough to do so thus for now he was only playing the waiting game, and it wasn’t an easy one.  The last thing he wanted was to be alone with his thoughts right now because they weren’t pretty or kind, and each had him wanting to get out of his own head so he felt almost relieved when the door opened.

He assures, reaching down to clasp the other’s hand ( the one that he’d memorized every callous and groove of, the one that had caught him in Kamino and never truly let go ) and hauls him up onto the precipice with him. He heaves out a labored breath that turns to fog against the frigid air, looking out over the valley that sprawled between the mountain peaks as the sun was just beginning to kiss the trees, hearkening the New Year with the very first sunrise; hatsuhinode.

Dropping down onto a rock at the edge of the cliff, he lets his legs hang off the ledge and fishes around in his backpack before retrieving a thermos from its confines. He tosses the hot canister of tea to the other as he settles down beside him, and leans back on his palms to watch the world awaken beneath the warm, gentle plight of the rising sun as it bathes everything it touches in light and warmth without discrimination. Just like the person seated beside him.

❝ – Happy New Year or whatever, shit hair.❞

     “ Okay, okay! Dude, chill out— I’m comin’. ” Kirishima says with a breathless laugh, his grip tight around Bakugou’s rough hand ( the very hand he grasped onto for dear life as they hurtled through the air after staging a daring rescue attempt — the very hand he never wanted to let go of, even long after their feet touched the ground ) as the blond hauls him up onto the rocky ledge beside him. They don’t appear to be climbing any farther, so Kirishima allows himself a moment to catch his breath and take in their surroundings, shaking out his aching legs. With Bakugou leading the way up, he scarcely had the chance to pause and enjoy the sights ( not that he would have seen very much to begin with ), but now that they’ve stopped he can truly appreciate the beautiful landscape that stretches out before them in every direction. A soft glow on the horizon indicates to the oncoming dawn and, in that moment, Kirishima realises why Bakugou dragged him out of bed so early in the morning.

      He follows the blond’s lead and moves to sit beside him on the nearby rock overlooking the valley below, deftly catching the thermos tossed his way without a word of warning. Kirishima sets it aside without sparing it a glance, his gaze transfixed upon the horizon and the steadily rising sun. He holds his breath, eyes widening in silent awe as the first rays finally illuminate the skyline and chase away the lingering night. His head whips towards Bakugou, eager to share in the moment with him, but any words that might once have escaped his lips remain unvoiced, dying on his tongue. 

      Bakugou is ethereal, basking in the rays of the New Year’s very first sunrise, as if he were born from light itself. He seems peaceful in the fresh morning air as the sun warms his face, his breath turning to mist before evaporating into nothingness. Something about the serenity radiating from Bakugou’s expression causes his heart to skip a beat.

     “ Hey, Bakugou? ” Kirishima calls out softly, beckoning his companion’s attention. It takes a moment of soft prodding to coax Bakugou’s gaze away from the horizon, and when the blond finally casts him a sidelong glance, Kirishima nearly loses his nerve. He swallows, steeling himself against the tiny voice at the back of his mind warning him against his intended actions and leans in, a shaking hand lifting from where it rests against his thigh to cradle Bakugou’s unexpectedly soft cheek. He glimpses the frozen expression on the blond’s features moments before his eyelids flutter shut, his lips pressing gently against the corner of his mouth in a purposefully chaste kiss.

      He draws back tentatively, forcing himself to open his eyes and face the reality of his actions. His heart feels like it might erupt through his sternum at any given moment, but still Kirishima manages a small, sheepish smile that does little to convey the emotions raging behind it, and says, “ Happy New Year, man. Let’s do this again sometime, yeah? ”

sometimes home can be a person. ❞ 

                ❛    there is nothing WRONG with asking for assistance from others as many would gladly lend you a hand.    ❜