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Kirishima looked over, amused. “ It’s almost the afternoon dude. Did you stay up late? ”
“ it’s too fuckin’ early… ” IT’S 11AM.
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HE’S JUST GIVING A GRUNT IN RESPONSE, hand moving to rub at one of his eyes. that’s basically a yes.
“ Well, come on then. Maybe some food will help you wake up. ” He chuckled and tossed an arm over Bakugou’s shoulder, fully prepared for it to be shrugged off.
“ great. perfect. nice. fuck this. ” for anyone who wants to deal with a grumpy babie! uwu
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“ hey, dude calm down. “ eijiro knows that telling bakugou to calm down doesn’t tend to make things better- and that’s if it doesn’t make things worse- but he’s been trying to work with his friend on this. “ just tell me what’s wrong, maybe i can help fix things. “ he also knew bakugou wasn’t the type to give up on things, so there had to be something specific getting to him.
“ yeah, yeah. “ he brushes bakugou’s words off as though he’s completely unworried, though he certainly plans on being as careful as possible. it’s not that he thinks bakugou would actually kill him, or even that he doesn’t want to deal with being yelled at (which he doesn’t). he’s just surprised that bakugou is letting him paint his nails in the first place, so he doesn’t want to fuck this up.
“ alright, let’s see your hand then. ” he shakes the small bottle in his hand, before opening it and gently removing excess nail polish from the brush. “ and i’m telling you dude, you could pull off sparkles. ”
*:･ﾟ✧ @quirkdriven ( kaminari! ) / plotted starter!
“ you get any of this shit on my hands, and i’ll kill you, pikachu. ” IT’S A SIMPLE YET FAMILIAR THREAT — it’s one of bakugo’s calmer days ( they somehow exist, surprisingly ), considering it’s lacking his usual aggressive enthusiasm. that, and — well, he’s actually agreed to letting kaminari paint his nails, of all things.
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HIS REPONSE IS A SLIGHT GRUNT — he doesn’t really care that the other’s simply treating his threat like it’s nothing, but that does mean it’s not his fault when his temper eventually erupts to make his point clear. it’s surprising to see he’s actually listening, moving to offer out his hand to the other.
THOUGH IT’S QUICKLY BEING RETRACTED, the mention of sparkles making ruby gaze narrow slightly. absolutely fucking not. “ — and i’m tellin’ you that yer gonna pull off a hell of a broken nose if ya think about puttin’ that shit on me. ”
“ okayy, fine. i was just saying. ” he could go on and say that sparkles always looked better and if it was him of all people, no one would really dare to make fun of him, but he didn’t want to rile his friend up too much, if he wanted to continue anyway. so denki held up the bottle of nail polish to show bakugou. “ no sparkles. see? plain black. ”
he reached across to take bakugou’s hesitantly offered hand, and twisted it gently so he could get a good angle on his thumb. “ and relax a little, it’ll look good. ” he carefully brought the brush down, starting in the middle and slowly spreading out so he could get an even coat along the entire nail. he was silent for that moment, in his concentration, before blowing gently and pulling back. “ do you really think i could pull off a broken nose? ”
☹ for kiri u__u
Send me “ ☹ ”, and I’ll generate a number between 1-75 to see where/how my muse is injured. 46. internal bleeding
eijiro wasn’t one to hide injuries, he’s seen others do it and he knows that it always ends up making things worse. the thing is, he hadn’t thought that he was hurt. a cannonball quirk had seemed a little like overkill, but if any of the 1A students were equipped to handle it, it was him. he can stop bullets, break steel blades, and take a 10 story dive without a scratch, a cannonball to the stomach wasn’t going to stop him. and it hadn’t, he had jumped right back up, dodged another two cannonballs shot his way and punched the guy hard enough to throw him off his feet. it was a success all around as far as eijiro was concerned.
the soreness that he’d felt for the rest of the day wasn’t unheard of either, especially after a direct his like that. his quirk itself often left him with painfully sore muscles if he’d had it on for extended periods of time, but it would go away before too long. a bit of dizziness had acted up once or twice, but he’d honestly figured that he’d gotten up too quick or just needed a snack. he had even still come to get ready for the training session that he had promised bakugou earlier that week. it wasn’t until a particularly harsh dizzy spell had him staggering to stand back against the wall of the changing room that he and bakugou had just walked out of, that he realized something was really wrong. the pain in his stomach seemed more localized now too.
“bakugou.. i don’t... i feel..” as his vision steadied up again he looked to the blonde, only to see bakugou looking in horror at his bare torso instead. he frowned momentarily in confusion before looking down at himself to follow his friend’s gaze and... oh, that didn’t look good. if it weren’t for the slow but steady spread of it, eijiro would assume that the dark discoloration on his stomach is a bruise, not that that would make much more sense to him than the fact that he was apparently bleeding internally. but as he whipped his gaze back up to bakugou, the dizziness threatened to overtake him as the pain that had been aching in his stomach all day pitched infinitely sharper, and he was in his friend’s arms before he realized he was even falling. but bakugou always had been impressively quick. he barely had time to slur out a quick “ thanks kat.. “ before everything went black around him and he went limp in bakugou’s arms.