Bakugou hadn't expected to fall asleep here. He was just supposed to stay here next to the bed until Kirishima fell back asleep.
However, every time Bakugou thought Kirishima had finally fallen asleep, he felt that iron grip stopping him from leaving. Eventually, he was just too tired to fight it. It was bad enough that he had been woken up so suddenly, but now he had to sleep on the cold floor next to a perfectly good box spring and mattress set.
He wanted to scold Kirishima for being an idiot, but when he sat up, stretching his back, he lost all will to do so. Kirishima looked to peaceful to stir with his harsh words.
Bakugou was about to slip away when Kirishima's eyes cracked open, softly, lashes drifting to reveal bleary crimson.
"Hey." He mumbled.
"Uh...hey..." Bakugou felt weird...all fluttery and shit. He didn't like it.
"Do you have a shower here?"
"Who the fuck doesn't have a shower?"
"I don't know. You don't have a kitchen so..."
"What makes you think I don't have a kitchen?"
"If you had a kitchen you wouldn't be ordering takeout all the time." Kirishima sat up, stretching his arms out. He winced as he pulled his injury yet again, forgetting it was even there. "Either that or it don't cook."
"Of course I can cook. Are you crazy?"
"So you don't have a kitchen?"
"You're impossible." Bakugou groaned, standing up and stretching out his sore back. He heard an awful crack that even Kirishima winced at.
"That sounded like it hurt."
"It did and it's your fault."
Kirishima looked sheepishly at his lap. "Sorry."
"Yeah whatever."
"So, am I allowed to shower or what?"
"Yeah. I guess. Bathrooms down the hall to the right. Don't get your wound too wet."
Kirishima started to squirm out of the bed, hair tussled and sticking up everywhere.
"Are you gonna order breakfast while I'm cleaning up?"
"Obviously." Bakugou groaned. Why wouldn't he? It was morning.
As Kirishima left and Bakugou went to his office to order food, he decided he should check the news while he was at it. He wanted to know if they had left any trails behind and if they needed to move.
He was surprised at how much coverage there was on the fiasco. Most people thought it was a kidnapping or a coverup for something. Others thought he was running away. Bakugou had never imagined people caring about something he was involved in THAT much.
Celebrities are really something else.
Bakugou was still browsing articles when Kirishima came back from the shower.
"Can you help me with my bandages?" He asked.
"I guess so." This would be their routine for until they could come out of hiding, he realized. Waking up, changing bandages, breakfast.
When would they be able to see the sun once more?
They needed to come up with a plan, something to stop Xeno and get Kirishima's life back on track.
But then, with Kirishima gone...what would happen to Bakugou? Could he just go back to his old life? Would he ever feel that sense of home that he had experienced with Kirishima by his side?
Maybe he should take his time with his plan.