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[madfuckingcalm]

Who: Kirishima and Bakugou
What: a rescue lesson at UA goes wrong
Universe/CR: canon

[Bakugou exists in two places at once; he's on the bus, wedged against Kirishima's side. He can hear him talking quietly with someone else, the low thrum of his voice buzzing like the hum of a house settling down for night, familiar and constant.

But he's also in a dark, stale room, hands bound up to his elbows in the kind of restraints the cops put on criminals with hand-activated quirks. The room smells like liquor and piss and he knows, just past that line of gold light that has to be the bottom of the door, there are people that can and will kill him if he doesn't cooperate. He doesn't remember what they want.

He's on the bus. He's in the room. He's with Kirishima. He's alone. The two blend together and for a terrifying second he thinks Kirishima's in the room alone and then he jolts, nudged against Kirishima's side, heart hammering. Pothole. Bus hit a pothole.

He clears his throat and pulls a hand over his eyes. Embarrassing. Hopefully nobody saw that. The bus jostles again and comes to a stop and Bakugou sits up and away from Kirishima, stretching to crack his back.

They have a drill today, a big one. More rescue training, but this time to an undisclosed location. Villain attacks have petered off since All Might apprehended All For One, but that doesn't mean the UA students are out of danger, not with Shigaraki still at large and worringly silent on his demands and movements. Most of their off-campus training takes place within the realms of large, world-class heroes who can protect them. It's gone past annoying and into plain goddamn frustrating, especially since they make it pretty obvious that they expect him or Tokoyami to get kidnapped again.
Fucking stupid.]

Let's go, [he says, standing and nudging Kirishima with his knee. Most of the other students have already left the bus, Kirishima was probably waiting for him to wake up all the way. Dumb...stupid asshole.]

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[madfuckingcalm]

[kirishima are you seriously eyeballing ur bf while being half-crushed by an entire cave-in

bro]

Fuck. Yeah. Move your legs. [It works out better if Bakugou braces himself over Kirishima and wedges his shoulder against the goddamn thing, pushing with all his might. Bakugou is far from a weak guy, but his strengths have always been primarily in using his quirk quickly and effectively; he doesn't have the muscle mass as some of their brawnier classmates, and trying to move a boulder that weighs three times as much as him is not easy task. His explosions would do more harm than good here so he just struggles and sweats and grunts until he gets it up just enough for Kirishima to slip out.]

Fuck fuck fuck- fuck, [he yells as Kirishima finally manages to scramble out and drops it with a gasp. He falls back onto his ass beside Kirishima, panting before vaulting up onto his knees, one hand popping tiny explosions for more light than just the glowstick.] C'mere- c'mere, let me see. [He grabs Kirishima's good shoulder to pull him closer, grip much more gentle then usual.]

[hardgay]

[ Kirishima ends up leaning or slumping or going some kind of boneless against Bakugou, just for a second, just for that sense of safety and closeness and maybe a little bit to calm Bakugou down. The gentleness of his grip is really... he is freaked out, wow. Maybe he should be, but Kirishima doesn't want to think about that. ]

Hey, hey, I'm okay. [ He shifts wrong and a sharp stab of pain shoots up his arm, and he sucks in a breath; he wiggles his fingers. Okay. He's gonna be fine. Just not used to getting hurt like this, that's all, that's all. ] Nothing I can't get fixed once we're out of here.

Just a dumb mistake, rookie stuff... [ He makes himself laugh, because if he's laughing it can't be that bad, and if it's not that bad then Bakugou's not allowed to worry about him. ] I got knocked out before I could activate my quirk, that's all. I should've been prepared, but I wasn't focused.

[ He looks Bakugou over in the flickering light, worry and guilt gnawing at his gut. ] What about you, are you hurt? We fell so far! Sorry I couldn't be more useful...

[madfuckingcalm]

Shut the hell up, [Bakugou says without any heat. His hand sinks into Kirishima's hair as he checks for wounds when he mentions being knocked out, expression smoothing into something less desperate when he only finds a small bump and no blood.

Just his arm then.]

You can make it up to me later, [Bakugou orders as he sits back on his heels and starts working off the belts around his waist and legs. Gotta bind that arm just in case.] And take that dumb cape thing off, we're making a sling.

[Just gonna. Ignore the way his hands shake a little. It's just adrenaline crash.]

[hardgay]

You didn't answer me, [ Kirishima points out with a small pout. ] C'mon, what'd you land on? You didn't get off that easy, did you? [ Then again, he hopes he's wrong and he's the only one who messed up here.

He shifts to get it off, grimacing when he automatically moves his busted arm. ] Ah, hey, I'm gonna need you to be my other hand, okay? I don't wanna make it worse trying to make it better.

[madfuckingcalm]

Relax already. [Wow hypocrite] I'm fine. Just bruised. [hella bruised, but nobody ever died from bruising. unless they were PATHETIC WEAKLINGS.

Bakugou drops his belts next to the glowstick and reaches around to help Kirishima detach his cape.] There's no fucking way Aizawa missed that blast, so he's either fighting or already on the way. [Fighting if this is another villain attack that is.

Bakugou starts assembling a decent sling and harness from the belts and cape material.] We get to the surface and assess from there. Not a big deal. [yeah buddy kirishima is okay, so who're you trying to reassure]

[hardgay]

Shouldn't be too hard.

[ He has no idea, actually, but it's better to stay positive at a time like this. They can't have fallen that far, and it isn't like they aren't in a known location, so... even if they can't get out themselves...

Kirishima reaches out to rest his good hand on Bakugou's knee. ]

I'm glad we're together, dude.

[madfuckingcalm]

[Kirishima's hand on his knee is like someone hitting the pause button. Bakugou freezes, hands stilling around the belts, then lower to rest in his lap for a moment before he leans forward again to work the sling over Kirishima's head and shoulder.]

That's why we fucking teamed up, isn't it? [To be together, no matter what happens.]

[hardgay]

Well, yeah, man, in a general sense. I mean... that and the sweet makeout perks.

[ It's a good sling, enough to get the job done and keep him from worrying about his stupid busted arm when there are more important things to do, and he smiles back up at Bakugou. ]

Top notch first aid skills.

[madfuckingcalm]

[Bakugou scowls and slips his hand into Kirishima's hair.] Quit- [ducks in to lay a kiss on Kirishima's mouth] -trying to make me feel better. I'm fine. You're fine. We're both fine.

[There's a strong possibility that they both WON'T be fine, and Bakugou can feel the chill of shock settling into his fingers and toes but, right now, he's got it together. So long as he doesn't puke or get pinned down or anything, he can stand the dark.

...but he kisses Kirishima again anyway for the warmth of his mouth. He's concerned by that arm. It doesn't look awful and Kirishima seems more or less okay but joint injuries are dangerous. He needs to get looked at ASAP.]

This fucking sucks. Now we can't make out on the bus, [Bakugou grumbles, helping Kirishima to his feet and going for the nearest topic to keep himself distracted from the way the shadows move when he plucks up the glowstick. Kirishima can't haul his hyperventilating ass out of here so if he loses it, they're in trouble. Need to stay present.]