Kirishima sits in the chair, arms crossed as he stares at Bakugo, whom he recently calmed down. 

Quiet peacefully passes for a few minutes before Bakugo speaks up. "Can I leave?" 

Kirishima sighs and doesn't reply, leaning back against the chair and hiking his leg up. 

"Can I fucking leave?" 

"Kirishima." 

"Oi." 

"Can I leave?" 

"KIRISHIMA!" 

"YOU'LL LEAVE AFTER 6 DAYS, JUST STAY HERE AND REST", Kirishima raises his voice slightly.

"The case isn't fucking solving itself!" Bakugo yells. 

Kirishima sighs and stands up. He places a hand on Bakugo's shoulder and pushes him down, glaring as he does so. 

"I'll bring those notebooks. To. You. Understood, you stubborn mule?" He hisses.

Bakugo snarls and glares back. Kirishima stands up straight and smiles before walking out the door. 

"Get me that carbonara spaghetti too…"

"Sure." 

Kirishima closes the door gently and shakes his head as he starts finding his way out of the hospital. 

"So stubborn…" 

-

Kirishima is back in the hospital with a sling bag and a box of spaghetti. 

That bloody idiot is stubborn as hell, even more so when he's stuck in a hospital. Does he not have any self-awareness, especially when he's hurt? 

Kirishima opens the door to Bakugo's room and thanks god, he is still there. His arms were crossed and he's staring at the wall as if it messed with his lab. 

"Last book…", Bakugo mumbles, prying open the lid of the container.

Kirishima opens his bag and pulls out a thin, orange book and passes it to Bakugo. 

"Nice, it's your favorite color!" He grins. "Anyways… when I made it back to your apartment, I was flipping through these notebooks and I found out some of the pages were torn… someone broke in. I called over another detective, through Aizawa, to let them handle that." 

Bakugo didn't particularly react. He made sure all his important things were kept in the station. That and the case file cabinet at his house isn't easy to break despite it being glass. He tampered with it and messed around with all of the glass cabinets, so it should be safe.  

Kirishima watches as he scans through the last few pages of the notebook before closing it. He swallows his food and sighs.

"I can't find shit about the main base…", he mumbles. 

Kirishima thinks for a moment. Bakugo and he read multiple books to get over it quickly. They summarised everything and pieced the story together before texting Aizawa about it… they did find a hideout, but there was something bigger… 

What was it… 

Something in the 5th book… 

"Oh! Man, I can't believe I forgot…", Kirishima whines disappointedly. 

He digs around his bag and pulls out the 5th notebook. He opens it and checks the page number before smiling. 

"Okay, so- I was reading this one… and I noticed the page numbers were all messed up. I would've missed it if I wasn't a detective, I'm kinda dumb sometimes-" Kirishima points at the page numbers while rambling- "anyways! I type them into a coordinate finder, thingy, and apparently, it gives us…"

Kirishima waits as the page loads. A building appears and he shoves the phone in Bakugo's face. 

"This!" 

Bakugo squints at the brightness and rubs his eyes. Kirishima glances at his phone and looks at the time. 

11:57 PM. 

Yikes. 

"An abandoned factory", Bakugo deadpans, staring blankly at the phone as he holds it in his hand. 

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Genius and all Kirishima… but must you forget?" 

Kirishima pouts as he gently pries his phone from Bakugo's grip. "Well sorry if I was caught up with you getting shot, and me rushing back and forth the entire day…" 

"Besides I needed to be careful after what happened-", Bakugo opens his mouth, "- Yes, I already told Aizawa." 

He shuts his mouth. "Son of a bitch…" 

Kirishima frowns as he shoves his phone in his pocket. "Don't insult my wonderful Mom like that." 

"You didn't even let me finish. You're fucking good, okay? Happy?" 

"Hmph." He turns away in mock arrogance before smiling at Bakugo. A tooth presses into his bottom lip as his eyes crinkle around the edges.  

"Aizawa already sent in two undercover agents to get information. Hatsume also managed to hack into their system… God knows how she found out…", Kirishima mumbles on. 

System? Could it be those two dumbasses that are always not around? They did mention they have to go on an undercover mission, there's a chance his and Kirishima's case might intertwine… 

He does not want to see those two, they're a bloody mess. 

"I wanted to go undercover…", Bakugo pouts. 

So childish… "Maybe in the next case, yeah?" Kirishima tries to cheer him up. 

"The raid will take place in about 7 days if the information gets back within 5 days. If not, the raid will be called off until we get the info or… well, you get the gist", Kirishima mumbles the last part. 

Kirishima shoves all the notebooks back into his bag before leaning back on the chair, eyes roaming around the room, looking for something to settle on. 

He sighs and his eyes settle on Bakugo instead of any… weird hospital equipment (would've been less awkward…). 

Bakugo is scrolling through his phone. Occasionally, a small smile will spread over his face before disappearing (kinda cute, not gonna lie). He has some long eyelashes too, paired with gleaming crimson eyes that could tell stories if you have the patience to observe. 

"This is you", Bakugo says, turning his phone to face Kirishima while grinning. 

A broom. 

Right, no matter how pretty he is, he's also an occasional asshole. 

"Is it my hair", Kirishim deadpans. 

Bakugo snorts and switches off his phone, shuffling around on the bed until he's in a comfortable position. 

"Yes. Now go to sleep on the couch or something. Do what you want." 

Kirishima stands up from the chair and walks over to the couch in the hospital room, chuckling. 

"Yeah, yeah. Good night, Bakugo." 

"Night, broom head." 

Kirishima groans. "Oh, shut up." 

-

"Kirishima, go the fuck to sleep." 

It's 2 AM when Kirishima hears Bakugo mumble that. He'd be lying if he said he managed to get some sleep. The thought that they were hunted down like animals made him uneasy. Yes, he was a detective. Yes, he should've gotten used to this, but there are some things that you aren't supposed to get used to. 

He decided early on that he would take the risks when he became part of the police force. But sometimes he wonders why he didn't go for a more peaceful job like a babysitter or a trainer at a gym. 

"Why aren't you asleep too?" 

"Shut the fuck up Shit Hair, have you ever been shot before?" 

"Yes, you dumbass. Stop assuming I've never been hurt." 

Bakugo wasn't surprised, it comes with the job, but he does have this weird sudden urge to know about it more. That doesn't happen very often. It hasn't happened at all until now. 

"Where?" 

Kirishima is taken aback. Bakugo is the type of person who doesn't seem like he would care about something like this. Normally, he wouldn't tell anyone either, he was vulnerable, at his lowest, when he got shot. It was almost humiliating compared to Bakugo. 

"...Stomach" 

"Fuck, that's painful as hell" 

Kirishima sits up and stares at the sofa while stretching his legs. "Yeah. How'd you know?"  

"It already sounds painful. Besides, you know that one police officer? Deku? Yeah, he got shot too. It wasn't a very pretty scene." 

Deku? He vaguely remembers Uraraka calling someone that. Someone with green fluffy hair and freckles… 

"Oh! You mean Midoriya?" 

"That's his name?" 

Holy shit. Kirishima laughs heartily as he hits the sofa with his fist. "Dude, I can't believe-" he wipes a tear- “you don't know who Midoriya is! He's been working here for like 3 years!" 

Bakugo fumes as he sits up. "Well, I'm sorry if I was busy solving cases! They can't solve themselves, can they?!" 

"Dude, obviously they can't solve themselves. If not we would be hobos right now", Kirishima wheezes out. 

"Stop laughing at me!" 

Kirishima continues laughing anyways, completely ignoring Bakugo who was very, very close to getting off the bed and strangling him right there and then. 

Bakugo doesn't like it when people laugh at him, well, mockingly after he had done something stupid. It makes him feel humiliated. It doesn't matter if it's a joke or if he did something embarrassing, it was humiliating. Somehow, he picked up how to differentiate laughs, something he’s somewhat ashamed of, which gets in the way of his thinking and messes up everything.

He feels a hand on his curled fist and a thumb rubbing gently at his wrist. He doesn't hear anything other than his breathing and someone else's. 

"Hey man, it's fine", Kirishima whispers. 

He couldn't see anything, everything was pitch black. He knows his eyes are closed, but he refuses to open them. 

He remembers someone laughing at him, his bag was thrown on the floor. All his workbooks were open. He got full marks… Why were they laughing at him? Why were they laughing at him for being smarter than them? 

He sees blood. His looks down and his knuckles were bloody, his white shirt stained with blood and someone cowering on the floor. 

"Who's laughing now!" 

He's crying, he can feel tears slide down his cheek. He remembers his eyes welling up with fat tears as his lips tremble. He remembers picking up his bag and bolting out of there like a madman.

His mother was so caring, so worried for him. She tended to his wounds and washed his uniform while he just sat on his bed and tried not to cry. 

He remembers people whispering about him throughout junior high till high school of senior year. Why didn't those rumors die down after all those years? True, rumors never truly die, but still.  

Bakugo made himself think that he didn't need friends. That he was perfectly fine without them. Friends were a dead weight anyway. You can never know when they're going to stab your back. 

Bakugo simply cannot trust anyone with his heart. There are too many things at risk, too many things that can spark from trusting someone with a piece of yourself. 

But he yearned for a friend anyways. Loneliness is a bitch. He couldn't avoid it, nobody could, the only thing he could do was get used to it. It was painful, watching people go out with friends, high five, have that trust, that camaraderie he wishes he could have with someone else. Yet, he got through it anyway and moved on the best he could. 

Unfortunately, he never got over the fact that he hated people laughing at him, no matter the reason. 

"Remember that everything that has happened, had happened. It's over-" Kirishima continues rubbing Bakugo's wrist with his thumb "-and that you'll come out alright. Someone will patch up those scratches and you'll be fine." 

Bakugo listens. He'll be okay. He'll be fine. 

He feels a warm palm cup his cheek and his tears being wiped away. Someone will be there to patch him up if he can't do it himself. 

"Better?" Kirishima asks softly. 

Bakugo feels himself nod slowly and shakily. He still hasn't opened his eyes. 

"Good. Now get some sleep alright? Your body needs the energy to heal that gun wound", Kirishima's voice was quiet, but to him, it was loud and clear.  

"Okay", he whispers out. His throat feels dry and his voice was hoarse. 

He feels the warmth leave his hand and face and Bakugo tries not to cry. He hasn't been touched this gently since two years ago by his parents, it was so comfortable and safe and he felt the same just now. 

He feels Kirishima push him down gently onto the bed and hears him whispering a good night. A hand cards through his hair slowly and the squeak of a chair reaches his ears. 

He lays there until he succumbs to the comfortable warmth he feels simmering under his skin. 

Touch starved Bakugo, what can I say.
Also the next chapter will be the last chapter... Unless I decide to write a bonus, cough