stars align ᝰ k. bakugo ✓ (poc reader)

sniffles and medicine

"WHAT IS SHE DOING?" Bakugo whispered to himself, looking out his window into y/n's room. She seemed to be cleaning her room, but she looked paler than usual, and extremely tired. He could even see sweat gleam off her exposed shoulders and arms.

Bakugo lifted his window, leaning outside. "Dude, what happened to you?"

Y/n didn't reply. She kept cleaning her room, taking slow breathes. This frustrated Bakugo. He knew he could hear him, as her window was already open to let the wind inside.

"...Goldilocks!"

Y/n jumped, as if she had been pulled out of her little world. She turned to her window, her slanted eyes widening when she saw who was calling her name. "Ooooiiii, Bakugo!" She waved, waving exhaustedly.

"Did you dunk your face in flour? You're pale as fuck."

"Am I?" She mumbled, placing her hands on her cheeks and feeling the heat in her face. "Ahhhh, it's no...problem!"

Bakugo brows furrowed, him leaning to the side to look inside her room. There were tissues scattered across her floor, which was weird, because, despite her room being packed with decorations, it was always clean. There was even a small bucket next to her bed, and an empty bottle of pills on her nightstand.

"...Are you sick?"

"Witches don't get sick!" She pouted, before lifting her fist to her mouth as she coughed.

Bakugo's face scrunched. "You're definitely sick, what the fuck? Just go to bed and sleep it off, you weakling."

"But I've got shit to get done, I'll be fine!" She waved him off, her body swaying from side to side and her head bobbing back and forth.

And before he knew it, he watched as y/n fell straight back, passing out on the floor. "WHAT THE- Y/n?!" He shouted as he leaned out of his window. He sighed to himself, his temple throbbing angrily. "You've gotta be fucking kidding."