When Kirishima woke up, everything was dark and Bakugou was nowhere to be seen. Kirishima was disoriented. Where was he again? Which was was the light switch? Why weren't there windows? Was this where he had fallen asleep or had he been taken elsewhere?
Had he been kidnapped?
"BAKUGOU!!" He shouted, straining his shoulder and feeling pain rise from his bullet wound like an angry animal waking from a slumber.
"BAKUGOU?!" He shouted again, ignoring the second flare of agony ripping through him.
He heard a distant crash and some swearing, followed by footsteps before the door swung open and Bakugou's spiky silhouette stood before him.
"What the fuck are you yelling for? I fell out of my damn chair because of y-"
Bakugou's voice cut off when Kirishima ran forward, launching himself into the blond's reluctant arms.
"I was so worried." Kirishima whimpered.
Bakugou pushed him away gently, staring at him with eyes that were filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.
"You should go back to sleep. It's like three AM."
"My shoulder hurts."
Bakugou sighed. "I should probably change your bandages too." He turned on the bedroom light, gesturing at the bed. "I left you some food. Go eat while I fetch bandages and painkillers."
Kirishima nodded softly, following his instructions.
Bakugou may have only been gone for five minutes, but Kirishima was surprisingly starving. So, by the time his wound was being redressed, he had already finished his meal. Bakugou took notice and handed him a small pill and a glass of water.
"I need to tell you why I'm being targeted."
"That can wait. You need to get rest." Bakugou insisted, removing the bandage on Kirishima's arm. Kirishima winced as it pulled on the skin around the wound.
"No. I've been putting it off too long. I promised to tell you a few times."
Bakugou sighed. "Fine. But you have to go to sleep afterward."
"I'll see how I feel." Kirishima negotiated.
"What's your big secret then? Did you stumble upon some evil NASA plan or something?"
"More or less."
"For real? That shit actually happens?"
Kirishima hissed as Bakugou used rubbing alcohol to clean the dried blood away. "I stumbled on Xeno telling one of the film editors about some frequency he wanted to put in the end credits of my movie that would brainwash everybody who watches it."
"What?! That's a super villain plot."
"I know. But they wouldn't want me dead if it wasn't true."
"What are they brainwashing people to do?"
"I don't know. Maybe to get everybody to watch the movie so they sell lots and make more money??"
"That doesn't seem like a Xeno type of plan. I think it's something more sinister than that."
"Taishiro had some people on the job of getting evidence so we could lock him away." Kirishima explained as Bakugou wrapped fresh bandages around his wound. "But I don't know how long that's going to take."
"At least if you're here, they can't finish the movie and it'll postpone the brainwashing until we can arrest him."
"Yeah."
"Alright, you're all bandaged up and ready to go back to bed. I'll see you in the morning....the REAL morning." Bakugou started to stand but Kirishima grabbed his sleeve.
"Wait..."
"What do you want now?"
"Can you stay here...until I fall asleep?"
Bakugou groaned. "What are you, five?"
"Five and a half."
"Fuck off." Bakugou rolled his eyes and pulled his arm away. Kirishima felt himself panic.
"Relax." Bakugou told him. "I'm just going to turn off the light. I'll be right back to tuck your baby ass into bed."
"Thank you for this."
Again, Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Whatever."