#This turned out more normal than I thoight

[blarefordaglare]

The Motivational Fight Fic

Some LUFAU crack (but treated seriously) to motivate my good friend @kikker-oma to make the Sky V. Time comic (healthy motivation, not pressure motivation just to make this clear. It would be very hypocritical, and rude of me to do that)

or I stole your idea, cracked and angsted it at the same time, and giving it back because theft is bad.

oh and TW swearing, kinda blood but not really it’s like mentioned once, and like some family fighting

Oh this is also pre LU when all of them come together, so this is only Sky, Four, and Time (I separate them timeline wise in the beginning, before it breaks, then I take some creative liberties. But it is just these three)

BONUS: SPOT THE NEGATIVE COPING STRATEGIES! THERE’S THREE I TRIED TO IMPLY BECAUSE THERE IS ONE EACH OTHER(well not really for Time)

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Sky trusted the old man. Out of all his future incarnations, the Hero of Time seemed the wisest. The way his eyes bore a hidden sadness that was warped and shaped into maturity proved his thoughts right. The green on the other’s wings was calming, and the design shown a satisfactory, full life, not a cheerful one. 

His wings, on the other hand, bore a bright red with youth. He wasn’t quite sure why all (if not, most) Skyloftians achieved wings after descending to Hyrule; He had his theories though. Perhaps it was due to the fact Hylia would need to find a hero again, and the flashy color would alert her against the vast world of-

Right. Back to Time. If there was one thing he knew about the color green, it clashed with red. 

“Benched?! Why?” 

Time pinched the bridge of his nose, Sky could sense the telltale signs of exhaustion coursing through his veins, yet he didn’t really care. It wasn’t fair, so why should he feel empathy? “For the last time, Sky,” He lifted his head back up, one of his eyes still half lidded, a trait he noticed form when he first met the man, “You’re not being benched. There’s stuff you don’t know yet, that-“ He hesitated.

“Smith,” the shorter quickly whispered back, giving a faux-apologetic look to the chosen hero.

“That Smith and I do know, and that’s okay, but-“ 

“But I want to come too. I want to know now.” One thing he would never admit is that, ironically, he hated secrets. Not that killing a god and cursing his home was that big of one-it was quite minuscule probably. Most likely. They wouldn’t know. “It’s not fair if you’re gonna leave me out. Plus, you may need me,” the frustration in his body fizzed towards his tongue, “You’re back gives out quite a bit, I can tell.” 

“That was completely uncalled for, especially for an arrogant child like yourself.”

The chosen hero raised his foot to step back, but last minute decided to go forward. He made sure to ignore the resulting fumble, “Arrogant?! As if you would know the difference. You probably can’t tell a pumpkin from a bird.” 

“Guys…” the Smith hastily stepped in between the two, holding his arms out as a barrier, “Let’s not fight.” 

The following, loud, “No!” did not help ease the tension. He took a step back, a sense of being overwhelmed shooting through him and begging to be forgotten. Maybe he should forge new weapon, just in case if another hero came along who didn’t have one. 

“You probably should watch your tongue, you know what happens to children who talk back.” 

The way Time’s wings pulsed when he emphasized the c-word was enough to fuel the Skyloftian’s own fury. It was as if the red in his wings was growing, spreading up his neck and to his face, hardening it with Hylian anger. 

“Bitch, YOU SHOULD WATCH YOUR FACE!” He reached his hands out, the rapid motion making it impossible for even him to see, “I will fucking KILL YOU. I have the GODDESS on my side, beat that!” 

“I’M MARRIED TO A WOMEN WHO COULD SKEWER THE GODDESS AND COOK HER FOR DINNER, YOU’RE NOT SPECIAL.” 

“I NEVER SAID I WAS, STOP ASSUMING THINGS OF ME!” His arms reached out again, grabbing the metal plating on Time’s humerus, gripping it with his fingernails until they bent over, blood pooling on the edges from stress, yet he continued the relentless grip. He tried to push him down, yet the heavy metal kept him balanced on his feet. 

The smith didn’t even try to engage anymore, it was probably fine. He looked over to the cave in the distance, the one that was supposed to lead him and time to the forest. He wondered what was out there. 

Time’s next words were surprisingly… calm? No, that wasn’t the right word. They were sharp, yet quiet, “Let go of me, Sky.” The look on his eyes bore disappointment, the open lid slightly lowering, along with his jaw locking in a neutral expression, “You’re acting out.” 

Sky stared into those eyes (or rather, eye) for a second, attempting to nonverbally induce the challenge, yet the man wouldn’t back down. With a grumble, he forcefully released the grip, slapping his arms down to a resting position. 

His eyes still didn’t look fine, the older  could notice. He looked over to the smith, motioning for him to come, yet he couldn’t just leave him like this. It would be cruel. He deserved a chance at calming down, so when he comes back they could talk.

Digging into his pouch, he found some candy, a recipe Malon created herself from some local honey she came across at the market. He hoped a handful would be enough to suffice the boy, “Here, it tastes good, you’ll feel better, I promise.” He gave an awkward smile, then quickly walked off back into the cave.

Sky may have never learned the sword-splitting events that happened in that forest, but he didn’t need to. He was okay now, but his nails hurt. 

[eras-mus]

HIII I HAD A THOIGHT THAT HAS BEEN KILLING MY MIND AND I NEED TO TELL IT TO SOMEONE OTHERWISE IM GNA EXPLODE

get this . everyone chilling at ramshackle dorm doing their own thing, yuu (and grimm by extension), ace and deuce sitting by the table talking about whatever crosses their mind

Eventually the conversation escalates to birthdays and holidays and ace asks how old Yuu is. Azul interjects with saying Yuu's age from the contract they signed a few months ago, but then Yuu pipes up and tells them that they're one year older than that.

Theres a small moment of confusion until it dawns onto Deuce that Yuy's birthday was a month or two ago and they never spoke a peep about it. Not even to grimm!! And when asked, Yuy makes an excuse like "that was when __ was kind of close to overblotting and I didn't want to make it about me because that'd be so nitpicky—"

It was based off an audio i heard and idk if i want to write it into a short drabble for myself i probably cant since im only on book 2 ueue). But like. its a fun prompt methinks. what would all of them do when they find out Yuu deliberately didn't say a thing about their birthday

🎉

THAT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY???

★Reader is Yuu and is 17 years old

★gender neutral

★takes place after the third book

Sorry it's short, hope you like it!

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"Can we start yet!" Ace complained, head slamming onto the table.

"I told you we're waiting on a couple more people." The perfect told him "I invited Kalim and Azul to join us since Sebek and Jack couldn't make it"

Tonight was the Ramshackle dorms weekly game night, normally it was just the freshmen but Sebek said that Malleus 'needs' his protection and Jack was just to tired from Spell Drive practice.

"They outta hurry up" Epel started, country accent slightly showing through "don't they know it's rude to be late."

A awkward silence fell over the dorm for a moment before a knock echoes through the dorm.

When y/n opened the dorm they were greeted with a cheerful smile and a hug.

"Thank you so much for inviting me!" Kalim smiled "I hope you don't mind that I brought Jamil, I also brought food, well Jamil did, he made it!"

Y/n blinked for a moment, taking in all the words one guy manged to say so fast. They looked over Kalim's shoulder just in time to see Jamil face plant.

"Thank you for the food Jamil" They smiled, giving him a wave.

"If was the least I could do perfect" he stated, not returning the wave.

Luckily Azul showed up before y/n could shut the door.

Just a few minutes later the group was playing some sort of trivia card game where they would either have to answer a question about someone else playing, a question about themselves, or just a random fact. If they got it wrong the next person would answer the same card, whoever got the most questions right won.

"Who is the most followed person in Magi Cam?" Epel read, "That's easy, Neige"

He revealed the answer to show it was correct.

"Of course you would get that one right" Ace complained "Vil never stops going on about it"

Every one just ignoring him looked over at Deuce, who was next to pick a card.

"How old is the person sitting to your right?" He looked over at y/n. "I'm not sure...18?"

They just shook their head.

"I know this one" Azul butted in, ready to take another point "Our contract from a while ago said that they were 16."

One again y/n shook their head. "I just turn 17 last month"

The room went silent for what seemed like forever.

"WE MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY!" They all shouted in union.

"Riddle is going to have a heart attack when he finds out" Deuce commented, Ace nodding in agreement.

"You should've said something, we could've had a huge party" Kalim whined.

Y/n scratch the back of their head, "It's not big deal, it was right after one of the overblots, plus where I'm from birthdays aren't that big of a deal."

"Jamil we need to plan a party right now" Kalim said, getting up from his seat.

"We have to too" Ace said "Or get Trey and Riddle to do it for us"

Soon everyone had said something similar and got up and left leaving a confused Ramshackle perfect.

[sorrowfilledheart]

Im such a fucking disappointment. I didnt have a gap year i had a psych ward year. A year of misery and mopiness. A year of complaining. I tried to get a job i really did. I just literally almost kill myself everytime i work more than 6 hours or have any sort of criticism or anger towards me which is the entirety of the workforce. Or if i try to work when im feeling a little bit crap it just escalates things and it makes me feel weak as shit. everyone else goes to work on their semi bad days and turns out to be fine. I try to hang myself in a bathroom (reference to school because these issues persisted through the entirety of highschool and most of middle school.) but thats not fucking normal. I just want to be normal and to be able to work properly. Oh doesnt help that I think most jobs are straight up slavery for companies. i know we get paid but is it really getting paid if you have to spend it all on housing and food just to get by? the shittiest jobs always pay the least too, so people are stuck not going upwards if they do live on their own. the only way that people dont THE GIVERNMENT IS STEALING MY THOUGHTS. THEY TOOK MY WORDS I CANT THINK I CANT THINK I ZONED OUT AND ALL OF MY THOIGHTS WERE GONE. THIS IS FUCKED UP FUCKED UP FUCKED UP. I HATE THE GOVERNMENT THEY BRAINWASH IM ONE OF THE ONLY ONES NOT COMPLETELY BRAINWASHED BECAUSE I DONT SPEAK UP ABOUT MY BELIEFS. IF THEY KNEW I COMMITED THOUGHT CRIME MY THOUGHTS WOULD BE REMOVED LIKE THEY JUST TRIED TO DO. But oh im allowed to write this section just fine because it makes me seem insane and no one will take me credibly hahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahaha i hope the prime minister kills himself and takes the parliament down with him

[toutallyahoe]

Flirt 3 ~ Shinsō Hitoshi (BNHA)

Requested By: --

A/N: remember that time i said that FLIRT's chapter was only supposed be around 800 to 1500 words? yeah, good times...

THIS HAS FUCKING 4800 WORDS YALL ASDFGHJKLL AND I AM CRYING HELP

there was only supposed to be three parts but the gremlin's in my mind decided to add the "text" part and had to adjust my fucking plan on this chapter asdfghjkl

thi is like, the longest chapter-- SO FAR-- that i written and asdfghjkl *sobs*

anyways, there is so much had happened here and im dying

Flirt | Flirt 2 | Flirt 3

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[Name] let out a loud groan leaving his lips as he dramatically slumped on his chair. A pout formed on his lips as he elicited another loud groan. The [Hair color] haired male did not spare mind to the curious glances he recieved from his curious classmates who still stayed in their classroom for a lunch break. The [Hair color] haired male had his usual mood simmer downed than his most commonly known to be energetic and all over the place self. But right now, [Name] does not have the energy to goof off nor interact with other people as he was still reeling in from what happened days ago on that friendly outing he took Hitoshi to that cat cafe, CC Cafe.

[Name] slammed his head down on his table which caused a loud bang from the contact of his forehead to the table's surface. The [Hair color] haired male's classmates spared him another curious and worrying glances as they never usually in these type of situations of [Name] being like this. Being an overdramatic gloomy dumbass.

"Wahhh! Aki-chan, Haru-chan!!! He just says 'whatever'!" [Name] said as he raised his head up from the table and looked at the direction of two of his classmates that he was more close than the others in the room. There was a large red imprint on the [Skin color] part of his forehead from slamming his head but [Name] was too thick skulled to feel the light stinging sensation of the bruise.

"Whatever! Whatever-- Aki-chan! Haru-chan!!! " [Name] comically sobbed as he then wailed on how cold Hitoshi was. The [Hair color] haired male putting emphasis on the word 'whatever' as the red haired student named Aki Akaha who could careless from his [Hair color] haired friend's usual bullshit, rolled his eyes at the [Hair color] haired male's dramatic tendencies.

"And why am I being subjected into hearing this?" Aki had asked as he crossed his arms over his chest when he heard the [Hair color] haired male let out a cry of shock with his words.

"U-um, come one Aki-kun!" The brown haired male with sandy blond tips that he bleached a year ago, Haru Shirohana, awkwardly butted in as he patted the [Hair color] haired male's back who was sobbing on Aki being like a certain indigo haired student who was three classrooms away from them. Cold and uncaring.

Aki knew why [Name] was consoling to him on his failed confession to this 'mysterious person' [Name] was always gushing about. It was probably the fact that Aki was only the very few to see [Name] was a human like them and not a person with this shiny pedestal that everyone should bow down. To make it blunt, Aki Akaha does not take [Name]'s bullshit seriously like others do.

Haru Shirohana on the other hand felt pity for the [Hair color] haired male. [Name] was someone who always wore his heart on his sleeves. He was very passionate guy and from all the past conversations [Name] had to him and Aki, it was safe to say that [Name] liked this 'mysterious person' he tends to gush about. Honestly, Haru always remembered how [Name]'s [Eye color] eyes just sparkle on talking this person to them even though [Name] never had mentioned who this student was. Although Haru didn't have to be smart to guess that it was probably that brainwashing guy three classrooms away from them. [Name] wasn't that slick as he think he was... unfortunately...

"Aki-kun!!! I thought you were my friend!" [Name] cried as he looked at the red haired male with a baffled expression on his face. [Name]'s cries snapped Haru out from his thoughts as he let out an awkward laugh at both his friends.

"Now, come on guy--"

"Key word, thought," Aki retorted. The red head snorted when he saw the offended look the [Hair color] haired male sent to him.

"Aki-kun!!!" Haru called out to the red haired male who gave him a glance. Aki saw the frown that the brown haired male with sandy blond tips disappointing gaze at him. With a sigh, Aki rolled his eyes again as he uncrossed his arms.

"Alright, fine," Aki grunted. "Oi, [Name] dumbass."

The said male let out a sniff as he pouted at his red haired friend's nickname. Aki rolled his eyes again when he heard [Name] muttered a 'meanie' to him. Honestly, the [Hair color] haired male was like a five years old with his 'insults'... if you can call those insults ajyways with how childish it sounds. The red haired male can only clicked his tongue in annoyance at [Name]'s tendecies to be a little brat.

"About your... delima," Aki started as he had to stop himself from rolling his eyes again. "Can it be that you are not trying hard enough?"

Haru let out a hum of agreement with what Aki had just said as he turned to look at [Name]. The brown haired male with sandy blond tips immediately sweatdropped when he saw [Name]'s glare directed at the red haired male for a second but it immediately disappeared as it came which almost made Haru thought he imagined things if he wasn't close to [Name] to know how the male usually acts. [Name] glared, Haru can say that for sure but the [Hair color] haired male then came back to his usual, normal self... sort off...

[Name] pouted at Aki's words. The [Hair color] haired male dramatically threw himself to his table and let out a wail. "But Aki-kun!" The [Hair color] haired whined. "I literally said I like him! I even brought him to this new cat cafe!" He cried. [Name], in fact, did. He took Hitoshi out and paid for everything.

"I paid for everything!" [Name] cried as he then sulked on his chair. Sending the red haired a small pout. "I mean, isn't that what dating is? Go out and eat?" [Name] then childsihly pippeed and Aki had to stop himself from facepalming so hard from the [Hair color] haired male's words. Haru on the other hand looked at the [Hair color] haired male incredulously.

"Um... [Name]-kun..." Haru awkwardly started but was cut off by the red haired male who was so tired already with the [Hair color] haired male's bullshit..

"Tell me, [Name]-san," Aki started as he exasperatedly looked at the [Hair color] haired male who perked up when he heard his name. "Did you really ask this "friend" of yours on a date," Aki said as he then frowned. 'No one can be that dumb... right?' The red haired male thoight. "Or did you just asked them in a friendly outing?"

[Name] pondered for a moment as he rubbed his chin, thinking deeply on Aki's words while both Aki and Haru seemed to be more baffled on what he was doing. 'Is he seriously... THINKING IF HE HAD ASKED THEM ON A DATE OR NOT?!?' Aki exasperatedly thought as his fingers twitched. God, he wanted to strangle this [Hair color] haired dumbass so badly. May the deities above give him patience.

Haru seemed to notice how their red haired friend wanted to strangle the [Hair color] haired male and immediately jumped besides Aki and grabbed the male's shoulder to stop Aki from doing anything to [Name].

"Now, now, Aki-kun!" Haru said in panic as he took a step back away from [Name], dragging the furious red head along with him. "[Name]-kun isn't that stupid!" Haru said. 'Right...?' The brown haired with sandy blond tips thought as he heard the red head he was trying to stop doing anything stupid to [Name] scoffed at his words.

"This dumbass doesn't even know what a date is Haru!" Aki had said as he growled when [Name] said his answer.

"Well... I think I said that he and I should hang out..." The [Hair color] haired male muttered as he then sent his two friends a pout. "But it's still a date right?!? I mean, it was only the two of us and everything!" [Name] had said as he threw his hands in the air in frustration as he made an angry pout. "I like him a lot, so why can't anyone believe me?!?" He cried in despair.

'[Name]... you really are clueless...' Haru had thought as he sighed. Why was he friends with the most well loved and flirty male yet clueless to dating? The brown haired male with sandy blond tips doesn't know. Someone please help him.

"Why... you--!!!" Aki growled as he glared at the [Hair color] haired male who looked confused at them. The red haired male tried to get out of Haru's grip to try and tackle [Name]. God, he wanted to strangle this [Hair color] haired dumbass so much.

"Hey, [Last name]-kun?" The three male's turned to the direction of the call to see their class president by the doorway of their classroom smiling. The said male seemed to brightened when he saw the female as his sulking mood immediately disappeared as the [Hair color] haired male then beamed to her a smile. [Name] stood up from his seat and happily went towards the female who gave him a polite smile. [Name] leaving the two male's confused on the [Hair color] haired male's mood shift.

"Yo, Hana-chan!" [Name] happily greeted as he sling one of his arm on the female's neck and brought her close to him in a side hug. The female let out a soft giggle as a pink hue coating her cheeks. "How is my lovely president doing?" [Name] purred. The [Hair color] haired male seemed to not know how his words can impact someone. Especially his choice of saying 'my' to the female who's blush bloomed to a rich color of red now.

Haru and Aki looked at [Name] as he continued to talk to the female with deadpanned expression on their faces. Aki was now out of Haru's grip since there was no sense to stop the red haired male anymore. As they watched, the two remembered what [Name] had cried to them earlier ago and they figured out the answer why.

"I like him a lot, so why can't anyone believe me?!?"

'Maybe it's because you flirt with everyone...' The two male's simultaneously thought as they continue to watch their friend unconsciously flirt with their class president.

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The day already gone as Hitoshi watches in the corner of his purple eyes that his classmates were already leaving out of the room. The indigo haired male let out a sigh as he laid his head on his table, looking at the classroom doors and waited for a certain [Hair color] haired loudmouth to burst in and create a scene. Actually, Hitoshi raised a brow as he raised his head a bit to turn and look at the wall clock hanging on the wall to see it was already ten minutes after dismissals, and there wasn't a certain [Hair color] haired male already inside Hitoshi's classroom and began to pester the indigo haired male.

'Odd... where the hell is he?' Hitoshi had thought as he raised himself and looked around the room. The indigo don't know if he should've been happy or not to not have [Name] yapping his ear off. Usually, the [Hair color] haired male was already here, inside with him even before his teacher gets out as [Name] has the patience of a bratty five year old wanting to go outside and play on a sunny day.

The indigo haired male waited for a bit, thinking [Name] was late, not that it wasn't uncommon occurence anyways since the indigo haired male gladly remembered that outing they had some days ago where [Name] was late. Hitoshi knows that [Name] does have a rather shitty time management skills anyways and he fully knows that well. But after another ten minutes or so of waiting, the indigo haired male frowned on his seat. Hitoshi may have always say that the [Hair color] haired male was annoying as hell all the damn time, but the male was still his friend. His only friend for the matter. And Hitoshi knows that [Name] may be late at times, but Hitoshi also know that [Name] has never been late on picking him up on dismissals.

Sighing, Hitoshi picked up his bag and went out of the room. The indigo haired male's eyebrows furrowed and looked at each side of the hallways to see no sign of his [Hair color] haired friend who usually waited outside his room if the male didn't barged in like a lunatic. With another sigh, the indigo haired male decided to try and find his friend.

"God... where is that idiot," Hitoshi muttered to himself as he trudge along the halls of Nabu Middle School. The indigo haired male did not pay mind to the eyes of some of the students in the hallways followed him. There were chatter but Hitoshi did not pay mind to them, he wasn't one for gossip anyways. Hitoshi hated rumors with a passion, and it made him develope a mindset to never pay attention to those types of gossip. Besides, a lot of those were false anyways. Especially the gossip circulating him being a villain and such. Now, that is a very false gossip and Hitoshi absolutely hated it.

Clicking his tongue, Hitoshi tried to think on where [Name] would be. 'If I were an idiot... where would I be?' The indigo haired male thought as he mused about it. Hitoshi's didn't came up with an answer but the indigo haired male was too tired to care anyways. Hitoshi decided to just walk around aimlessly for a bit, if he doesn't find [Name] in the next couple of minutes, maybe he should just leave. But Hitoshi then thinks that the [Hair color] haired male would immediately bombard him with text messages and probably annoy him when they meet face to face again. Actually, [Name] would definitely annoy him when they meet face to face again.

"Hey, who's that girl with [Last name]-kun in the courtyard?" Hitoshi perked up at the mention of his friend's last name. The indigo haired male stopped and tried to discreetly listened to a few girls that weren't far away from him. 'So he's in the courtyard...' Hitoshi had thought as he listened. The indigo haired male did not know why he didn't just leave already as he found out about the [Hair color] haired male's whereabouts. But for some reason, Hitoshi stayed for a bit, curious about the girl that was with [Name].

"Huh? You don't know? That's Kohaku Hana," Her friend had said in a matter of fact tone. "Kohaku-san is [Last name]-kun's class president," the girl explained as she let out an angry pout. "She's really close to him."

"Oh, is that why they are together right now?" Another one pipe. Her words made the indigo haired male frown. 'Together? Close? What???' Hitoshi thought. 'Wait... why am I listening to this anyways???' The indigo haired male had asked himself. Hitoshi did not like gossip. Period. So why was he listening to this again? 'This'll be just for laughs...' Hitoshi had thought. 'Yeah... this'll be just for shits and giggles.'

"I don't know, maybe Kohaku-san and [Last name]-kun are a couple!"

"Awe, Kohaku-san should feel lucky then!" Third girl had said.

"Yeah, [Last name]-kun is just-- gah! I want to be his girlfriend!" The first girl whined.

"Woah, calm down Aoi-chan! Maybe they aren't!"

"I doubt it, they were pretty close from what I heard."

The group of girls gossiped to one another as they then walked away from their spot. Hitoshi's eyebrows furrowed. 'Couple...?' The indigo haired male thought as he gripped the sling of his bag tightly. The indigo haired male didn't know what to feel about the news he just heard. Hitoshi didn't want to believe it. He didn't really need to believe it anywas but there was that tint voice in the back of his mind that maybe this rumor was true, and it made him feel something inside him churn.

'But that idiot would already have said anything if he does have a girlfriend...' Hitoshi had rationally thought as he decided to go to the courtyard as what he had heard from the group of girls that [Name] was there.

Hitoshi was already in the entrance of the courtyard and lo and behold, there stood [Name] and a girl with maroon colored hair that braided neatly. The two seemed to be enjoying themselves as [Name] and Hana were sitting in one of the benches in the courtyard, and Hitoshi did not miss on how close the two were sitting together side by side as they were talking. Hana would occasionally giggle at whatever [Name] was saying. The [Hair color] haired male was comically gesturing as he spoke and Hutoshi saw that the both of them have smiles plastered on their lips.

As the indigo haired male watched, there was something inside him churned in a nasty sort of way. There was that bitter taste in his mouth as he watches his friend can just talk casually to this female. Hitoshi didn't know why or what that feeling was, but Hitoshi fully knew that he did not liked it. He did not liked it one bit.

'What the hell am I feeling?' Hitoshi thought in frustration as he finally got fed up by watching the [Hair color] haired male interact with the maroon haired female and turned around to leave. The indigo haired male frowned as he really did not know why he felt this way. What was he feeling anyways?

'Am I... Am I jealous...?' Hitoshi had thought as he stopped walking for a moment. Looking back at how he acted and felt right now, it seemed like he was. The rational part of his mind was screaming that he was, in deed, jealous. But what and why?

Shaking his head, the indigo haired male let out a huff of irritation. 'Why would I be jealous?' Hitoshi thought to himself as he continue walking again. He wasn't jealous. Why would he be? Hitoshi wasn't definitely jealous at how [Name] acted to that female. Well, maybe Hitoshi does. This wasn't the first time the indigo haired male feel the bitter fangs of jealousy bit him. Hitoshi always feel that nasty feeling of jealousy a lot of times, especially how it reminds him that [Name] was a popular guy. Hitoshi gets reminded that [Name] can freely can interact with people without be on guard with whatever he would say or do. He could approach anyone and they would actually smile at him and not be sneered.

The indigo haired male hated to see [Name] interact with people without care in the world. Hitoshi absolutely hated it because it always reminded him what he can not do. Hitoshi gets reminded that [Name] was popular and has many other friends that wasn't him. Hitoshi was jealous with [Name]. He wasn't jealous at that female who can freely talk to the [Hair color] haired male and laugh along with him without judgemental eyes staring at them. No, Hitoshi knows he was jealous of [Name]. No one else.

Hitoshi liked to believe he was. The indigo haired male rationalized that that was the cause of his bitter jealousy that he was feeling. Nothing else. What can he be jealous about anyways other than that? Hitoshi was sure. He's sure he was.

So why does it feels like he was wrong?

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The indigo haired male out a groan leaving his lips as he threw his bag on the floor and then flopped onto his bed, not even bother to change out from his uniform as he was too tired. Hitoshi felt his entire body relaxed. Currently, Hitoshi was already in his bedroom of his home. The indigo haired male had only arrived a few moments ago after he had decided to just leave without telling the [Hair color] haired male. Hitoshi's mind had argued that the [Hair color] haired male was rather busy anyways on entertaining that Hana girl he saw.

The indigo haired male rolled his body as he was now facing the ceiling of his room. That feeling was still there. The feeling of uncertainty and Hitoshi did not liked it. He was frustrated at why he was feeling all moopy and drained. 'I just need some sleep.' Hitoshi has thought as he let out a breath and closed his eyes. Hitoshi was about to sleep when he heard his phone's ringtone. Turning, Hitoshi grabbed his phone and he immediately saw a notification that made him frown.

Idiot (◕ω◕✿) sent (2) messages

Hitoshi let out a groan. The indigo haired male did not want to deal with this right now. Hitoshi switched his phone off and was about to just throw it beside him when it went on again and showed that he recieved another text messages. With a tired sigh, Hitoshi decided to just read the messages and reply. Maybe then [Name] can go away for a bit. Even just for a tiny bit.

TO: Hito-chan♡ (눈_눈)

FROM: Idiot (◕ω◕✿)

HITO-CHAN!!! (ू ˃︿˂ ू)

[03:45 PM]

WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?!? \(T□T)/

[03:45 PM]

HITO-CHAN!!! (ू ˃□˂ ू)

[03:46 PM]

ANSWER MEEEEEEEE (╥﹏╥)

[03:46 PM]

Hitoshi blankly looked at the screen of his phone which displayed the text message from the [Hair color] haired male. With a tired sigh, the indigo haired male decided to reply.

TO: Idiot (◕ω◕✿)

FROM: Hito-chan♡ (눈_눈)

i wasnt feeling well

[03:48 PM]

had to go home immediately so i did

[03:48 PM]

Hitoshi looked at the two text he had sent. The indigo haired male bit his bottom lip as he then let out another sigh. Why did he send that? "Wasn't feeling well?" That was a lie... right...?

Hitoshi shakes his head. No. It wasn't a lie. He did feel unwell... why was he feeling guilty anyways?

Why was he feeling this way? He doesn't know. The indigo haired male was tired.

There was a buzz on his hand and the indigo haired male looked at the screen of his phone to see that the [Hair color] haired male had replied. It was almost instantly which honestly made Hitoshi amused for a bit.

TO: Hito-chan♡ (눈_눈)

FROM: Idiot (◕ω◕✿)

EH?!? Σ(°△°|||)︴

[03:49 PM]

SERIOUSLY?!?

[03:49 PM]

YOU BETTER REST THEN HITOSHI!!! DONT WANT YA TO GET MORE SICK!!! (」°ロ°)」

[03:50 PM]

TAKE CARE ALRIGHT HITOSHI OR ELSE ヾ(｀⌒´メ)ノ″

[03:51 PM]

love you (✿ づ◡ w ◡)づ ♡♡♡

[03:53 PM]

The corner of the indigo haired male's lips twitched upward. A smile threatening to makes it way to his lips as Hitoshi read the [Hair color] haired male's text. For some odd reason, that bitter feeling Hitoshi had felt from school until he arrived at his home seemed to be replaced by something warm. It was... nice.

'Love... huh...' The indigo haired male thought as he looked at the last two text the [Hair color] haired male sent to him. To take care of himself and sending an "i love you" with a stupidly cute kaomoji that [Name] always love to send along with his texts. 'Does he always mean saying those stuff?' The indigo haired male wondered.

Hitoshi realized what he was thinking and immediately shakes his head to get those thoughts out of his head in a flustered manner. The indigo haired male did not need this. [Name] is just a dumb male who needs to stop being all openly affectionate to everyone.

TO: Idiot (◕ω◕✿)

FROM: Hito-chan♡ (눈_눈)

whatever

[04:03 PM]

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"HITO-CHAN!!!" Hitoshi braced himself and there came the impact of a certain [Hair color] haired male barrelling towards him then colliding at his back. Hitoshi felt deja vu at that moment as this scene seemed to be familiar. It probably was from how it had recently happened days ago when he was waiting for the [Hair color] haired male to go to that cat cafe and [Name] threw himself at Hitoshi's back.

This time it was no different as [Name] threw himself on the indigo haired male's back. Hitoshi let out a pained grunt as he felt [Name]'s weight on his back and how the [Hair color] haired male's [Skin color] arms wrapped around his neck tightly. The [Hair color] haired male then began to nuzzle his face on the crook of the indigo haired male's neck. Hitoshi's face flushed red at his friend's affectionate gesture. Honestly, Hitoshi wonders if this guy even knows what personal space is.

"Flirt, get off me!!!" Hitoshi had yelled out in embarrassment as he tried to unwrapped [Name]'s arms off of his neck. Unfortunately for him and fortunately for [Name], the [Hair color] haired male's hold was rather tight and Hitoshi doesn't have the enough energy or strength to peel [Name] off of him.

The [Hair color] haired male didn't mind the indigo haired male's futile efforts to take away his hold as [Name] perked at what Hitoshi just called him. "Flirt...?" [Name] asked out loud.

"Did I leveled up from "idiot" to "flirt"...?" The [Hair color] haired male had asked. Amusement on hsi tone which did not go unnoticed by the indigo haired male who's face flushed in either embarrassed or anger. Perhaps both as Hitoshi harshly elbowed [Name]'s stomach. The [Hair color] haired male let out a pained yelp as he immediately wrapped his arms off of Hitoshi to wrap on his hurting stomach.

"Why did you do that Hito-chan?!?" [Name] asked as comical tears fell down his [Eye color] eyes. Hitoshi could only roll his eyes at his friend's overdramatic tendencies.

"That's what you get," Hitoshi had said as he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes again when he saw [Name] kneeling on the floor as he still held his aching stomach. "Oh, don't be so overdramatic you damn flirt," Hitoshi has hissed as [Name] sniffed at his friend's attitude. "And stop calling me Hito-chan goddammit!"

"Wahhh!!! Why are you such a meanie Hito-chan?!?" The [Hair color] haired male loudly cried. Why was his best friend so cruel? [Name] wonders that every single day.

"Shut up, flirt!" The indigo haired male had said as he turned around and began to walk away from the crying male. [Name] saw Hitoshi walking away and he immediately stood up and ran to the indigo haired male while muttering how mean the male was. As [Name] reached Hitoshi as he was walking side by side with the indigo haired male, the [Hair color] haired male let out a sigh.

"Hey, Hito-chan?" The [Hair color] haired male had called. The said male turned to look at him with a raised brow. Hitoshi hummed in response as he saw the [Hair color] haired male send him a beaming smile. "You're doing fine now, right? We'll walk together this time?"

It was merely an innocent question. But for some odd reason, Hitoshi remembered what he saw yesterday on seeing the [Hair color] haired male interact with that maroon haired female. How they both happily they chatted like there was no care in the world and how close they sat together. The indigo haired male remembered that bitter feeling of jealousy he felt. And now it came back again and sank its fangs onto Hitoshi as he continued to remembered yesterday.

The indigo haired male turned away from the [Hair color] haired male's peering [Eye color] eyes as Hitoshi looked in front of him with a hardened gaze. Hitoshi gripped the strap of his bag tightly as he felt his stomach churn. Why was he feeling like this again? Hitoshi didn't liked it. He didn't liked it one bit. "Whatever," Hitoshi had blankly said as he fasten his pace.

"Let's go already you, flirt. We'll be late!" And with that the indigo haired male left [Name] who stopped for a moment. The [Hair color] haired male felt that quick shift of demeanor from his friend. It was cold and made [Name] feel like he was freezing. The [Hair color] haired male doesn't know what happened on why his indigo haired friend's shift of demeanor but right now, he doesn't need to know. [Name] felt like Hitoshi won't share it to him anyways. The [Hair color] haired male realized that Hitoshi was already a block away from him as he then shakes his head and immediately jogged towards the indigo haired male's side.

"Wait up Hito-chan! Don't leave me behind!!!"

"Then don't be so slow you damn flirt!"

"You're such a meanie Hito-chan!!!"

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

Can we have a scenario with Overhaul trying to impress s/o (they are not in a relationship yet) and win her affection? Like gifts, random compliments, only to learn that she values physical touches more than anything else? I really want to see what Chisaki would do 🤭

Nothing, nothing worked...

You just didn't seemed to fall for him like he fell for you, he wouldn't admit that out loud but he was starting to get frustrated.

You somehow manage to catch the attention of the fearless and germophobic bastard young leader of the Shie Hassaikai, Overhaul.

It was shocking to say at least, Chisaki never once expressed any interests for what it wasn't related to the yakusa or his main goal involving quirks, but when the man started looking at you a bit too much, missing your company and even craving for the next time he would be seing you.

Chisaki already knew he was bitten by that pest which everyone called...love (imagine him saying this in pure disgust).

It took longer for him to realize that comparing to a normal person but c'mon he is not only a antisocial freak but a real newbie on this area.

Although, he clearly wasn't dumb.

From what he observed in his whole life, people always liked to receive gifts and sweets as a form of affection, gave something to the person and you gain their trust and care.

Simple, right?

No. You just had to be different for his life be more difficult.

The first gift the young man thought on giving to you was an expensive collar that even had diamonds on it. He surely was confident that was going to make things clear betwen you both.

Instead of gasping in adoration, you went in wide eyes as soon as he showed the collar, looked at him and sayed:

"O-Overhaul, it's really beautiful but I can't accept this, how much did you even payed for this?"

Chisaki.exe has stopped working.

Every one who would saw this, they immediately were grateful and already were pulling the present to put on their necks. The question of how much it costed he had already heard it too, but the way you say it was really different from what he had heard it.

It was a tone of worry that he had expend too much of his money on this...

You went with him to return the collar to the jewelry; and when you offered to after walk alongsides him in the shopping he smiled a little; but all the way he was in a internal debate with himself.

Maybe you just weren't found of jews at all? He should try it another thing.

The next thing it was a giant stuffed animal; he refused to give it to you in person but he send it in your home; another thing people liked to receive... Maybe this would win you over.

Wrong. You loved the stuffed fluff animal but right after you texted him:

-I really appreciate the present Overhaul thank you so much❤😊💜 but next time dont just waste your money like that! You can give me a smaller one if you insisted on wanting to give me something 😅.

He almost banged his head on his cellphone.

Last chance of his, CLOTHES!

You giggled... you giggled as soon as he mentioned it and showed it the box... why he had to go through this...?

You took the box gently from his hands and placed on the near couch before sweetly looking at him; damn you, this look of yours were gonna be the death of him someday; and asked:

"Where is this all coming from? Why the huge amount of expensive unnecessary gifts?"

He sighed in defeat, accepting that he would have to use his words to make things clear.

"All of this was just a manner of me to... express my interest on you. I thought that with them maybe you would get the message but noone of them seemed to impress or please you at all..."

You stared at him in shock before smiling widely.

"This was all because you like me? Really?"

"Don't be too hopeful now." He groaned irritated "But what in heavens do you even want? I gave you clothes, jewelry, all of that dumb stuff that usually people give each other but you just seemed like you didn't even cate about it, even opting to give it back that collar."

"Because it wasn't necessary! Overhaul, I don't care about money or expensive presents, do you really thoight that I was such a materialistic person?"

He was out of words, it wasn't his intention to make such an insult but it was just how he saw things... He never once cared; until now; on knowing how... this worked.

You sighed before returning talking:

"I really like you too Overhaul, but really, you don't have to give me such things everyday. I know you, so that's why I never comented, but physical touch is my form of showing affection."

Golden eyes went wide for a second before they were filled with deep thought... Touch? He despised... why would you even think about something like that? Why would you even want something like that?

Yet, he embarrassingly remember the nights where he played in his head over and over again a quick moment where your shoulders blades touched and you immediately apologized as he chuckled.

He felt an strange new feeling whenever it was you... Not exactly disgust or irritation just... warm, each time he felt just a brush of your hand even in his gloved one he would shiver in a brand new way...

Did he...?

"Listen I really understand your point of view, I know your thoughts on touch so I will not both-"

"I still am reluctant about it... But... I want to..." he spoke, trying to understand his own words. "You just seem so different from the others I ever knew that... my world seems like it's just turning upside down..."

But when Chisaki Kai wants something, he gies even to the deepest parts of hell to get it.

And he wants you by his side.

[wobbling-grapes]

The Winter Flu (oneshot)

Synopsis: Bakugou's sick, and Kirishima is the only one who can take care of him while the school is on a trip. Contains whump, sickness and fluff.

It was the winter and Yuuei High School was currently on a trip for all of their first years. The were visiting various places around the country. Class 1-A managed to get into a historical mansion where heros of the olden days used to live. It should've been pretty enjoyable, even for Bakugou who was known for cussing people out and always having a resting bitch face no matter what. The class full of 1st years were going to the historical mansion and then to training grounds and back to the hotel where they would eat dinner, spend the night, and then go to an supernatural aquarium, seeing creatures that normally didn't exist.

That was the plan. And eventually they would all head back to the school and dorms where classes would resume like nothing happened. But for Bakugou... that was far from what was going to happen. Considering how early everyone had to wake up (4:30 a.m. to be exact) and how cold it was (15°F) it seemed like there was not a reason Bakugou would get sick. He has an explosive quirk and his body temperature was higher than everyone else's it seemed as though it wouldn't happen. Yet it did.

The 16 year old ash blond was huddled under many blankets he found in the hotel room. He even turned up the heat but nothing seemed to be working. The heat was seeping out of him in waves and whenever Bakugou fell asleep, he was jolted awake again by the violent shivers all over his body. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It read 5:50. 'Only... what? 2 more fucking hours...? I think I can make it....' Bakugou's thoights were on a constant ramble until he finally gave into the heavy dropping of his eyelids and sleep enveloped his whole body in warmth and darkness.

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"Bakugou. Bakugou. Bakugou." Somone was shaking his shoulder. It hurt. Why didn't they stop? Fucking why? The shaking didn't stop. "Pst. Bakugou. You gotta get up bro. We were supposed to meet the others downstairs hours ago." It was Kirishima. They both shared a room that night. Bakugou groaned and put the pillow over his head.

Kirishima started shaking a little more. "C'mon Bakugou. I know you hate mornings but seriously..." The red haired teenager grabbed Bakugou's wrist and immediately let it go. "Hey, Bakugou." Kirishima put his hand onto the tired boy's forehead. "Dude! You're burning up!"

Bakugou opened one eye at that. "No I'm fucking not..." he mumbled under the mountain of blankets. "Get the fucking hell away." He breathed, while rubbing his red and irritated nose. Bakugou weakly pushed Kirishima's hand away and rolled over to one side. He closed this eyes again and fell asleep as a low snore filled the hotel room.

Kirishima grumbled. 'Fine my ass. I know that he's not feeling good. Should I tell Aizawa-sensei? No... then it'll be a bigger issue than it already is. Oh!' Kirishima came across the best idea he's ever had. Literally. 'I'll talk to Midoriya. They used to be best friends, right? So he should know what to do.'

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Kirishima got down to the dining hall in record time. It seemed as though time had stood still when he was on the staircase. He glanced around for Midoriya, trying not to look to upset.

"Hey."Kirishima swirled around, startled, and smiled. It was Midoriya, the person he was looking for. Kirishima sighed a sigh of relief. "Dude, don't scare me like that!" Midoriya smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. What do you need?" He said, wiping his hands on his pants. He just came from the bathroom and there were no paper towels.

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck. "So... if someone... per say a pretty explosive person got sick, what should happen?" Kirishima finished, rocking back and forth on his heels. Midoriya cocked his head to the side. "Kacchan? He's sick?" His eyes widened. "Oh. Well, when we were kids he usually got sick at this time of year." Midoriya rubbed his eye. "I think it was because of how he was always forcing himself to train and stuff so he fell sick to those yearly sicknesses." He explained.

"Well... what should someone do if he has gotten sick?" Kirishima asked, trying to not let out that Bakugou has fallen ill. Midoriya stuttered before talking. "Kirishima, is umm... Kacchan sick?"

Kirishima sighed and nodded. "Yeah..." he sighed quietly and pointed up the stairs with his thumb. "Do you want to come see? I think it'll be better if you do." Midoriya closed his eyes and thought about this for a moment. "Ok, but let me eat first. Then we can go. Have you eaten? I think if you eat first some of your energy can come back." He laughed awkwardly.  "Taking care of an explosive, uncooperative person may take it out of you...." He guided the red haired teen to his table with his other fellow classmates.

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Midoriya was right. Going without eating anything at all really made you feel more tired then you generally were. Kirishima thought about this as he climbed the staircase with Midoriya behind him. It took about 5 minutes to fully make it up to the hotel room Bakugou and Kirishima were sharing. Kirishima placed the card inside the slot and as the door clicked, he opened the door, letting Midoriya go in first as he followed suit.

Inside they found Bakugou, sprawled out on one of the beds covered in blankets. His back was to them and they could see the rise and fall of his chest. The pillows were on the floor and the quiet sound of snoring filled the room. It wasn't annoying, like someone else's, but more natural. Midoriya walked closer. He saw that Bakugou's usual tan skin had taken a shade lighter, almost like he was pale. There were bags under his eyes like sleep was hard to come by. In short, Bakugou looked terrible. Worse than he did when they both fought against All Might in the End of Term Exam. He walked closer and shook Bakugou's shoulder.

"Kacchan. Umm... Kacchan. C'mon, get up." With enough poking and prodding, Bakugou eventually opened his eyes, turned over, yawned, sneezed once, and sat up slowly. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his visitors. "What the actual fuck... Deku? Why the hell are you here?" Bakugou's voice was hoarse and strained. It sounded like talking took almost everyone ounce of energy out of him. He glanced at Kirishima and growled, "Did you fucking bring him here?"

Kirishima nodded. "Yeah. Sorry, but I needed to ask him to tag along. I wanted him to see everything, even though he's not a doctor." He finished, sheepishly. Midoriya rolled up his sleeves. "Okay, so Kacchan? How do you feel?" He put his hand onto Bakugou's forehead before the sick teen could slap it away. "You do have a fever."

"I fucking told you guys. I'm fine, dipshits." The ferocity in Bakugou's voice made Kirishima blink and Midoriya take a step back. "I'm probably just tired or something. I don't need any of your motherfucking pity." With that he pulled the blankets back over his head and turned over, ignoring the world around him. Midoriya and Kirishima exchanged worried and frustrated glances. "Do we need to do something?" Kirishima whispered. Midoriya sighed quietly. "He's always like this. I think it'll be better if you do it by yourself, though because of... yeah and... I can relay you information on what to do does it sound like a plan? I hope it works. Oh nooo..." he spoke.

Kirishima nodded. "Yeah. It's worth a shot. This guy is gonna work himself into the ground before he admits he's feeling under the weather. And maybe he'll admit it in front of me. You never know."

Midoriya nodded, embarrassed. "Umm, right. And so everything's fine... right? Yeah, he's not deathly ill and he's not dying either, Kacchan still is cursing and angry and still is uncooperative and can move and talk and--" Kirishima laughed and patted Midoriya's shoulder. "Stop mumbling. I'm pretty sure everything will be fine. It'll be okay."

Midoriya nodded and walked closer to the door. "Umm alrighty... so you want me to tell you..? Or can you do it yourself? Because me and Urakara had something we needed to do..." he trailed off. Kirishima's face brightened. "Hey, if you need to be with her, go for it."

"I'm pretty sure I can handle everything here. Plus," he winked. "I can understand. Now go." He pushed Midoriya to the hotel room door. "I'll text you if I need anything else. Alright?"Kirishima finished. "Everything's gonna be fine." Midoriya looked skeptical but Kirishima's reasurring smile made Midoriya finally give in and opened the hotel room to walk out. "Okay...okay... b-but if you need anything then I can help you! Kacchan can be ruder than normal when he's like this, so keep it in mind. Bye Kirishima." Midoriya gave a weak smile and closed the door behind him. As he finally heard footstoes go down the hall, Kirishima breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the lump under the bed covers. He walked over, just like before, and quietly repeated aaid teen's name. "Bakugou, man, wake up please. Midoriya's gone."

At that, Bakugou's shape under the covers moved slightly  as he coughed harshly. "Fucking finally." Bakugou sat up in the bed. His voice seemed more hoarse and groggy than before. "Idiot. I thought I told you I was fine." He rubbed his red and tired eyes. Kirishima sat down on the bed across from him and put his elbows on his knees. "Well, considering that you look like this," he emphasized Bakugou's condition. "I don't think you are. Does it matter how many times you say it? I mean look, we're bros. You need to tell me stuff like this so it won't get outta hand like it is now." Kirishima sighed and stood up. "But I honestly think that you now need someone."

Bakugou turned his head to glance at Kirishima. His look was confused and muddled. Kirishima stared back before he realized something. Bakugou just forgot what had happened. Kirishima's worry reached the breaking point. Yeah Baukugou cursed and was antisocial... but they managed to become friends. Maybe even more than that. So therefore Kirishima placed his hands on his forehead. "Bakugou," he said, worried. "Get up. We're going to the hotel doctor." Bakugou turned back to look at him. Kirishima could tell it was taking almost all of Bakugou's will power to say no. But considering the current situation, the explosive teen managed to swallow his pride and finally cooperate this once.

Bakugou nodded in acknowledgement and started to get out of the hotel bed. He shivered noticeably as the covers fell from his sickly frame. Kirishima held his shoulder. "If you need anything, tell me alright? Don't pass out on me while changing." Bakugou grunted in response along with a low stream of curses then shakily made his way to the bathroom to get changed. Kirishima sat down on the hotel floor, turning on his phone and started to play various shooter games he had. When he finished his fifth round, Kirishima decided to check up on the ash blond teenager. He hadn't come out the bathroom in what seemed like 30 minutes. Did something happen?

Kirishima's mind swirled with worry as he slowly pushed open the tall door. Inside was Bakugou, and he somehow fell asleep halfway through putting on his clothes. His pants were on ('Thank God', though Kirshima) but his shirt was halfway on, showing part of Bakugou's toned stomach. Kirishima blushed profusely. 'He doesn't look half bad...' Kirishima thought before walking closer and pulling the arm of the shirt and slightly taking Bakugou's arm and pulling it through before shaking the explosive teen awake. Bakugou opened his eyes slightly.

He rasped a, "The fuck...?" before slapping Kirishima weakly away, standing up shakily, and walking towards the hotel door. Kirishima quickly shook his head to forget the situation that just occurred and followed Bakugou. Bakugou opened the door and grabbed his head, dizziness overtaking him. Kirishima held his shoulder and guided the sick teen out of the hotel door. "Are you good enough to walk?" Kirishima asked. "The elevator is down this hallway. Think that you can make it?"

Bakugou coughed wetly into the back of his hand and nodded.

Asthey walked down the hallway, Kirishima slowly tugged on Bakugou’s shirt, making sure to keep him awake as they walked down the hall.