Red is not Supposed to mix With Red

My Bad

Omg it's been forever, I mean I've had time but like no inspiration so I just bull-shited my way through this. So without further a-due, here's my shitty ass story whoo. Btw I have a question, should I do a Kirishima P.O.V cuz I don't know if I should. Anyway Sk8's outie! (Until the bottom of the page lol)

Bakugou's P.O.V
We've been walking for awhile, well limping anyway. I'm glaring at the ground while we walk. I can literally feel the color draining from my face with every step. Well shit. Fuck this. Fuck. Shit. Hell. ANY WORD TO DESCRIBE THE SEVEN DEPTHS OF HELL IS WHAT I FEEL RIGHT NOW. This was a bad idea. I mean I knew it was stupid, but I didn't think my ankle was this bad. Fuck.

"Bakugou, bro, you don't look so good. Do you.. uh well, need any help? I mean if you don't it's fine, I'm just sayin that-" Kirishima stutters.

"Fucking, I'm fine Hair for Brains, it's just distracting. That's all." I say to him with a glare through my hair. I turn my head back forward and see Recovery Girl's room. Fucking finally.

I open the door with more force then needed, but then again I wasn't really in the mood to care much. I close my eyes and put a scowl on my face as I walk to the closest bed and sit on it. Recovery Girl stares at me and notices my ankle. She walks over and examines it.

"That's a pretty bad sprain! What were you doing?" Recovery Girl asks as she gives Kirishima and me an impatient look.

"Oh we were sparring and-" Kirishima tries, but I start speaking.

"Fucking nothin. Why do you want to know? Can't you just, I don't know fuckin heal me or something?" I snapped. Recovery Girl looks at me and sighs.

"I'm asking because it would've been just fine if you came to me first, but I'm guessing that you tried to walk on it." Recovery Girl states with another sigh. Kirishima gives me a worried look and then looks at Recovery Girl.

"What do you mean? You can fix it right? Right? Because you're Recovery Girl you can do something correct?" Kirishima babbles.

"Well of course I can heal him! Just not all the way..." She trails off at the end of her sentence.

"The fuck do you mean?" I hissed out.

"You see, you had a moderate sprain, but you walked on it, of course, and it turned into a severe sprain. Walking on the ankle caused more ligaments to tare. Now I'll be able to fix the tares, but your joint will be very weak and you won't be able to do anything but walk on it and maybe run on it for four weeks. If I didn't heal you, you'd be stuck in crutches for five weeks, and your ankle would be unstable for a year. So good thing I'm hear!" She explained. Fuck that! There's no way I'm goin to school in fucking crutches.

"And what can't you heal again?" I question while changing my glare into a normal stare.

"I can't heal your joint. So if your ankle feels weak for awhile that's normal. But, if you feel any pain in your ankle, any at all, do not walk on it. Let me repeat do not walk on it, you'll most likely break it." She blankly stared at me after she finished, waiting for a response.

"Yeah I get it. Don't fucking walk on it." I say looking at the ground.

She heals me and shit does that take a lot out of you. It feels like you were running constantly with no break for eight hours. I lay back on the bed and slowly breath in and out. Recovery Girl said that she was leaving to get me something and told Kirishima to look after me. Kirishima sits down on the bed next to me. He mutters something and I couldn't hear it. That fucking irritates the shit out of me.

"The hell d'ya say?" I breathed looking up at him. He avoids eye contact and opens his mouth.

"My bad. I didn't mean to hurt you I just wanted to see if you saw me as an equal or if you thought I was special. It was stupid of me to do that. Sorry." Kirishima apologetically says.

"First off, that was stupid. I could've blown your fucking brains out Shitty Hair. And second, don't be sorry. It's my fucking fault for making it this bad so don't you dare feel pity for me." I snarled. Kirishima whips his head around and stares at me. His stare eventually turns into a confused glare.

"Is this what you think I'm doing? Fucking pitying you?! Jeez Bakugou I knew you were confident, but seriously my god! I am worried about you! It's what people who care about each other do? Like honestly I carried you almost the whole way here for what, pity? Hell no! It's because I want you to be ok! I hate seeing you hurt, that's not pity." With every new sentence he barked, he slowly moved towards me. "And if it was my choice, I would never even put you near anything that could hurt you! But it's not up to me, and even if it was you'd do your own thing anyway! So why do I even try with you?! Why? Tell me Bakugou. Please, tell me." At the end of his sentence, he sounds like he's begging for an answer. Holy fuck are you close. I'm backed up to the last part of the bed, with my head against the wall glaring up at him.

"I don't fucking know! You sound like shitty little Deku begging like that. Ugh, you're too close, back up." I push him a little to get him away, but he doesn't budge. "Kirishima, move before I move you." I say with no anger behind it. He stares at me in the eyes. I feel my face heat up. Fuuuuck why do you make me feel this way? "I'm serious Kirishima move-" Kirishima leans in and pushes his lips against mine. What the actual fuck.

Ayyy they did a kiss. Yay! Beautiful babies. Anyway sorry for the long wait. I'll update like next week since it's summer. Sk8 out, again!