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deku-leaf · 5 years ago

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tangled up - part 2 - “am i naked?” kirishima x reader, bakugo x reader

part 1

author’s note: okay so i was really planning on getting into the details about what the hell is going wrong with y/n’s quirk, cuz i have a plan for it and everything, but then instead of doing that this just turned into a whoole bunch of kiri fluff. so more explanation will be coming.......later

warnings: swearing, blood, hospital/nurse’s office, fluff

word count: 1,394

summary: y/n’s injuries from her own quirk backfiring are embarrassing and painful enough. but when Recovery Girl isn’t available, the school nurse turns to modern medicine and gives y/n a healthy dose of pain meds - to kirishima’s absolute excitement.

“Kacchan, what did you do to Y/N?!”

“Y/N, are you okay??”

“Damn, Bakugo, you hit her with shrapnel or something?”

Bakugo growls as he approaches your classmates, still carrying you like a baby. You feel a million eyes on you and you’d probably be more embarrassed if you weren’t so distracted by the pain starting to set in. The cuts on your arms aren’t too bad, but the lower half of you is bleeding pretty badly. It stings like crazy.

“Seriously, Bakugo. What did you do?” Kaminari says, approaching the two of you and studying your injuries.

“Nothing, you idiot!” Katsuki barks. Your classmates begin to form a circle around the two of you, exclaiming at your bloody, limp body and hurling accusations at Katsuki. You feel him begin to heat up with anger.

“It wasn’t Bakugo…” You say, weakly. Everyone quiets down to listen. “It was…I just.” You search the eyes of your friends and classmates, unable to tell them what happened. Something about your own quirk backfiring on you was so heartbreaking. How did you get into UA and not have complete control over your quirk? How do you explain that to your peers, who are supposed to respect you?

“I lost control of my quirk.” The words feel sour in your mouth. “I don’t know what happened.” A lump begins forming in your throat, and you swallow it down.

“Oh, Y/N!” Mina has taken it upon herself to inspect your body and survey the damage. She peeks underneath your back and gasps. “Your poor buttcheeks!”

You wince as you recall the vines twisting around your hips and squeezing against your backside as they attempted to pull you under the ground. You could feel the blood pooling in your shredded pants, probably dripping onto the ground. The pain was becoming too much to handle. “Oh, god,” you grunt, putting a hand over your mouth and squeezing your eyes shut. “I really...don’t feel good…” The blood loss was making you feel dizzy and sick to your stomach. Your head was swimming with pain.

Aizawa stepped forward. “Bakugo, let’s get her on the ground so she feels more stable.”

“No can do,” Bakugo replies, and starts carrying you toward the school. “Her quirk’s totally messed. I’m not putting her back on the grass, we gotta get her inside.”

Aizawa nods. “I’ll wrap up class quickly and follow you shortly. You go on ahead and take her straight to the nurse,” he says.

“Duh.” Bakugo doesn’t look back as he approaches the school doors. As soon as he reaches the building, familiar hands reach in front of him and pull the door open.

“You got her?” Kirishima asks. Bakugo grunts in response, carefully maneuvering both of your bodies through the doorway. Kirishima follows.

“I can take her if you’re tired of carrying her. Or...bored,” he offers, walking next to the two of you.

“Knock yourself out,” Bakugo says, turning towards Kiri. Then both boys realize at the same time that you haven’t spoken for a while. They look down at you. Your eyes are now closed and your skin is about 5 shades paler than usual. “Hey,” Bakugo says, shaking you gently. Your eyelids flutter, but won’t stay open.

“Agh, that’s not good,” Kirishima grunts nervously, his face creased with worry as sees your pitiful state. The difference between the you from this morning and the you currently in his best friend’s arms were day and night. Both boys turn and quicken their pace to the nurse’s office, no longer bothering to switch who’s carrying you. Kirishima glances behind them as they speed-walk and sees droplets of your blood on the floor every few feet. He swallows thickly.

You suddenly yawn yourself awake. You blink about a million times to clear your vision, and sniffle your nose, looking around. You’re in what you assume to be the nurse’s office - somewhere you hadn’t been before - and you were alone. Wait.

You hear movement to your immediate left and turn your head to see Kirishima watching you with bated breath. “Good morniiiing…” he half-whispers goofily, not wanting to overwhelm you. “How do you feel?”

“Pretty good,” you respond, matching his hushed tone. You think about it for a moment. You actually feel really good. Like, really good.

You hear Kiri snicker next to you and realize that you’re staring off into space past his shoulder, your mouth hanging open a bit. You quickly close your mouth, furrow your brows, and blink quickly at him. “What…” you slur.

“Recovery Girl is gone today, so they gave you some drugs for the pain,” he says, no longer whispering. “The nurse said you might be pretty out of it when you woke up so I stuck around. It’s even better than I imagined.” He grins widely at your dazed face. You slowly lift your hand and stare at it, dumbfounded. Kiri shakes with silent laughter, delighted at the display.

“Am I…” You shift around under the thin blanket. “Am I naked?” You ask.

“I don’t know, are you?” Kiri glances down at your blanketed form, and his eyes search the room for your clothes. You lift the blanket up over your head and peek at yourself. Your dark sports bra is the only piece of clothing left on you. The area around your hips, butt and privates is thoroughly wrapped in bandages, as well as your feet. The rest of your body is peppered with tiny cuts and bruises.

“What’re you doin’ in there?” Kirishima giggles as he watches you lay completely still with the blanket still pulled up and over your head. He’s taken off guard when your head emerges from the blanket with tears filling your eyes.

“They didn’t fix me…” you said, confusion and fear bumping around in your hazy, slowed mind.

“Aw, Y/N...it’s okay! It’s- it’s alright...” Kirishima smiles sadly and half-laughs at your sudden shift in mood. He scoots closer to the bed and you look at him. “Recovery Girl will be back like, tomorrow and she’ll fix you right up! It’ll be okay. Are you hurting?”

You pout. “No, but look…” You pull the blanket up a teeny ways and motion for him to look underneath. He searches your eyes warily for any sign of doubt before peering under the blanket. His breath catches in his throat, eyebrows knitting together and his mouth falling open slightly.

“Oh, man,” he breathes. The cuts that are visible look painful enough, and the bandaged sections are no doubt way worse. With having to wait a full day for Recovery Girl to heal you with her quirk...

“It’s gonna scar…” you lament. You drop the blanket and stare upwards. There’s a ceiling fan slowly turning above you, and you’re instantly entranced by it. You try to follow one of the spinning blades with your eyes, but make yourself dizzy. You start giggling and try again.

“Damn, you’re out of it.” You remember that Kirishima is next to you and, still smiling, turn your head to look at him. He’s staring at you with half a smile, clearly entertained by your drug-induced mood swings. You mindlessly extend your arm to him, wrapping your hand around the back of his head and pulling it towards you. His eyebrows raise. You gently push his head to rest on the bed next to you and proceed to play with his hair. He looks into your eyes and grins again, then sighs and closes his eyes.

“Hmm, feels nice, Y/N.” He’s talking to you like you’re a toddler and he’s indulging you in a sarcastic way, but you don’t really care. Your mind is too foggy, and you’re just thankful that he decided to stay with you. If you had woken up alone in this room, you definitely would’ve panicked. As you tuck his hair behind his ear, you smile, realizing that he probably knew that. Even though he said he was just staying to see how loopy you got from the drugs, you knew he wanted to make sure you felt safe when you woke up.

“Kiri,” you mumble, your hand hesitating. He opens his eyes. “Thank you for staying.”

“Of course,” he says matter-of-factly. He grabs the hand that was playing with his hair and squeezes it, lifting his head again. “You gonna get some more rest?”

“Mhm,” you say, already drifting off.

“Sweet dreams.”

part 3

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