Bakugo's POV

She's asleep, I think with a start. 

"One day more!"

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The breath is knocked from my lungs as I carefully remove my hand from under Yamada's. Her cool skin brushes against mine as I put her hand down. The cold wind blows her hair to the side and a couple pieces stick to her mouth where there's a trail of drool. I notice her shaking once more and it only now occurs to me how cold she must be. 

Why would she sit out in the cold wearing only a t-shirt and shorts? She's not even wearing socks, I think in shock. And was she using her quirk in her sleep? Since when could she do that? 

I click my tongue and shake her shoulder a bit. "Curly," I say lowly. "Wake up."

She remains where she is, not stirring at all. I'm about to yell and wake her up, and I'm not sure what stops me, but instead, I stand and push open her balcony door. Being sure to not wake her up, I then lift her with one arm around her waist and the other under her legs. 

The moment she's off the ground, her head falls onto my shoulder. I can feel her breath through my shirt. Carrying her inside, I notice the piles and piles of unopened boxes. Her large bed sits unmade against one wall. 

How hard is it to just make your own damn bed?

I look around the room, trying to find a solution to the problem, so I can put her down. I think she must be constricting some sort of artery since my heart is beating faster, trying to get blood through. 

Finally, I see a box labeled "bedding" on the top of a stack. I kick a nearby trash bag and breathe a sigh of relief when the contents are soft. I set the girl down so she's propped up against it. Looking inside, I see an assortment of fluffy blankets. My lip curls at the sight of so much fluff. 

Nevertheless, I go over and grab down the box of bedding, ripping open the tape and grabbing out the grey sheets on top. In the minimal light, the silky sheets look silver. The color makes me look over at the sleeping girl. I feel a twinge of anger in me that she dyed and straightened her hair. Her red curls made her look unique, now she looks basic. 

I find the matching fitted sheet and make quick work of setting up the bed. I find a deep blue comforter with silver stars at the bottom of the box, so I throw it over the bed and tuck in the ends. Another box is labeled "pillows," so I tear into that as well and practically dump the contents onto her bed. 

Why does she need so many pillows?

I find a particularly fluffy one, assuming she'd prefer it, and place it near the right side of the bed, pulling back the covers on that side as well. Finally, I pick her up and place her on the mattress. 

How can she sleep through all this? I can't help but wonder. Before I pull the covers over her, I reach for her hand one more time. If she's not going to wake up anytime soon, might as well. 

I'm shocked at how cold it still is. Her soft fingers feel they've been soaked in ice water. Scared to know, I also check her feet. The heavily calloused skin is even colder, tinted with a dark purple. 

What an absolute idiot. 

There's about four boxes labeled "clothes," so I don't particularly like my chances, but I'm not a wimp, so I open the first one I can grab. Though I might not admit it out loud, I'm relieved to find sweatpants and fuzzy socks at the very top instead of other items. Is there anything she owns that doesn't have a fuzzy variety? I ponder as I pull the socks on her freezing feet. After that, I pull the sweatpants on over her shorts. Two layers is better than one, right?

Just to be sure, I toss all the excess blankets on top of her. She looks so small underneath the pile, but I figure if it keeps her warm, it's okay. I reach out and feel her forehead, just to check, but it's not good. I groan when I find it sweaty and slightly hotter than what I was expecting. 

"When you wake up, I'm telling you how stupid you are…repeatedly," I say quietly, tugging a stray hair behind her ear. 

What happens next seems instantaneous, even though I know I could've stopped it if I had tried. 

She reaches up and grabs my wrist, pulling it close to her. I thoroughly check, but she's still asleep, just cuddling my arm in a vice grip. I yank at it, but every piece of skin I touch is ice cold, so I can't say I try as hard as I might've. 

She's an idiot and it's her fault she's cold, but if I don't do something, they'll be blaming me for getting her sick. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

I look around, but there isn't a chair close enough to me, so I prop myself against her bed as I pull my phone out. 

Why does she put me in these situations?

I rack my brain for how to handle this, but everything I can think of would require me to leave. Looking down at her, some small part of me knows that's not an option. 

Me: You. Curly's room. Now. 

I press send on my message and almost immediately regret it. Why does this girl have to be so complicated? I wonder in exhaust. I can't believe I just did that. 

I don't have to wait too long before I hear pounding footsteps exiting the elevator and running for the room. Being sure to look as nonchalant as possible, I don't jump as the door flies open. 

"What's wrong?" Kirishima exclaims, looking around. "I just vaulted over Denki on the couch and I know you wouldn't have-"

He's silenced in an instant as his eyes find the problem I'm dealing with. After a moment of taking in the way I've been held hostage, the corners of his lips tick up. He tries to hold it back, but his laughter seeps through anyway. I send him a glare, trying to get him to shut up. The heat rising on the back of my neck seems to fuel my anger. 

"Have you tried, I don't know, just wriggling out?" Kirishima asks, his point teeth on full display as he continues to laugh at me. He walks over to my side. "Frankly, I'm surprised you didn't just wake her up," he says in hushed tones. 

He reaches out to pry her grasp off of me while I wait for him to come to his own realization. I send him a condescending look as his smile falters upon touching her skin. 

"She's freezing, man," he exclaims, still trying to be quiet. 

"You don't say," I retort, rolling my eyes. 

"I have an idea who can help," he announces before sprinting out of the room. 

I'm about to yell after him, but the girl's freezing hands shift higher up my arm, pulling me closer. As her grip fractionally slackens, I slip my arm from her hold.

Why the hell does he think I can't fix this? I think angrily. She just needs more blankets, right? Maybe a heating pad. The old hag got me one when she saw how much damage my quirk was doing to me. I know she packed it away for me even though I don't use it. Maybe it'll keep Curly warm, though. 

Before I can leave to go get it, Kirishima shoves through the door with the IcyHot bastard on his tail. 

"Why'd you bring him, idiot?" I snap. It doesn't matter if his quirk would help keep her warm, he doesn't get to touch her after all that's been said and done. I glare at Half 'n Half. "You need to leave."

"I heard she was cold," he responds, raising an eyebrow at me. "If she's been outside, it's cold enough that she could get sick. Probably not too bad, but it could set her back. She doesn't need any more reason to get in trouble."

Without even letting me respond, he pushes past me and grabs her hands in his. "She could have pneumonia and will get sick when she wakes up, but if her body temperature is raised now, it'll give her a better opportunity to fight it." He sits on the edge of her bed and heats one hand at a time. 

"Don't pretend like you suddenly care, you bastard," I growl. Yamada shifts in her sleep, so I drop my voice. "You shouldn't have said anything about the scar. Did it ever occur to you that she didn't want those extras to know?"

"C'mon man," Kirishima butts in. "It was important we knew. For the mission!"

"Lot of good that did," I snap. 

"Bakugo, you need to be quiet," IcyHot admonishes me in a low tone. "You may not like what I did, but right now, at least take Yamada's needs into consideration."

"That's rich coming from you."

He ignores me, continuing, "if she has any chance to not get sick, she needs sleep and warmth. For right now, she's getting sleep and I'm using my quirk to keep her warm, so just shut up already."

I grit my teeth and I'm about to spit back an insult when Kirishima puts himself between us. "It's not worth it, man," he says, his tone uncharacteristically tired. "Todoroki's just trying to help. Anyways, we should be worried about the morning. Someone should check up on her."

"Fine," I growl. "I'll be back at 5." I don't look back as I stalk out the door.