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     “Aw man.” Well, it had been worth a shot. 

     Lifting a hand to scratch at the nape of his neck, Eijirou let his grin turn wry, having the grace, at least, to look sheepish for his actions the night before. Yeah, yeah, he got where she was coming from. He wouldn’t be particularly happy to see the person that threw up on him, either. 

     “I was kinda hoping you and I could just let that one.... y’know....” A vague hand motion was made, palm flat as though attempting to portray the act of sweeping something under the rug. ( it wasn’t a very good hand motion. the whistle that accompanied it didn’t help much either ) “....slide.”

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     Really, life would have been just fine and dandy had they never had to see each other again- a fact that Eijirou had conveniently forgotten until the next morning when he, feeling infinitely better ( and kind of weirdly hungry ) went trotting downstairs to find Jirou already inhabiting the kitchen. Jirou, who had had to look after him the night before. Jirou, whom he had thrown up on. Jirou!! 

     “Uh-” What were you even supposed to say to someone that you had thrown up on?? It wasn’t like this was a situation he was familiar with!! 

    Hanging awkwardly in the doorway, the redheaded teen shifted his weight from one foot to the other, grimacing slightly as he tried to formulate a greeting sentence that didn’t bring up the horrible events from last night.

    “-G-good morning!”

    Nailed it.

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    Somehow, Bakugou telling him it was temporary didn't lessen the building knot of anxiety twisting in the redhead's stomach. If anything, it made it worse. Bakugou knowing that it wasn't permanent meant that Bakugou had experienced this before, and if he'd experienced this before, it meant that this wasn't just a once-off accident from blasting through a few rocks too loudly!

    It must be getting worse too, because Eijirou was damn sure Bakugou had never not heard him before!

    ( well, either that, or Bakugou was a master at faking one-sided conversations, which was just as hurtful a thought as it was concerning )

    "But-" But what? But you're wrong?? But you have to go see the nurse?? But what if it isn't temporary?? Or, if it is, what about the next time?? Or the next?? How was he supposed to say any of that without Bakugou completely shutting him out?? He couldn't- not while Bakugou was on the defensive. 

     Not right now.

    ".....Okay." The easiest route here was to just go along with it. Though it did nothing to lessen the worry in his gut, or the concerned arch of his brows or the downwards turn of his lips, dropping this was the only way of making sure Bakugou didn't shut him out completely.

    "....Do you- how much can you hear?"

    “I-” Internally, a struggle began. On the one hand, somebody needed to know about this! If Bakugou couldn’t hear- well, that was a hugely dangerous thing to just overlook! He wouldn’t be able to hear warnings, hear his teammates, hear cries for help… without his hearing, Bakugou couldn’t become the hero he was damn well striving to become! If there was a chance that Recovery Girl could fix this, she needed to before it became permanent!

    ( it didn’t take a genius to figure out just why Bakugou couldn’t hear him suddenly either, given the voracity of his explosions just half an hour ago. heck, Eijirou’s ears were still ringing from the fierceness of Bakugou’s training!! )

    On the other hand, Eijirou knew Bakugou well enough to know that bringing any attention to a weakness of his was a recipe for disaster. The blond hated being inferior to his classmates as it was; to add his failing hearing to the mix was- was-

    -Well, he didn’t know what it was, but it was bad.

    Regardless, though, this all boiled down to a matter of pride. It was his status among his peers, ( which, honestly, Eijirou knew wouldn’t change over something like this ) or his chance at becoming a hero.

    “…Dude, you have to!”

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    "I-" Internally, a struggle began. On the one hand, somebody needed to know about this! If Bakugou couldn't hear- well, that was a hugely dangerous thing to just overlook! He wouldn't be able to hear warnings, hear his teammates, hear cries for help... without his hearing, Bakugou couldn't become the hero he was damn well striving to become! If there was a chance that Recovery Girl could fix this, she needed to before it became permanent!

    ( it didn't take a genius to figure out just why Bakugou couldn't hear him suddenly either, given the voracity of his explosions just half an hour ago. heck, Eijirou's ears were still ringing from the fierceness of Bakugou's training!! )

    On the other hand, Eijirou knew Bakugou well enough to know that bringing any attention to a weakness of his was a recipe for disaster. The blond hated being inferior to his classmates as it was; to add his failing hearing to the mix was- was-

    -Well, he didn't know what it was, but it was bad.

    Regardless, though, this all boiled down to a matter of pride. It was his status among his peers, ( which, honestly, Eijirou knew wouldn't change over something like this ) or his chance at becoming a hero.

    "...Dude, you have to!"

     “You-” Wait, what?? “You can’t hear??” 

     Holy- holy shit!! 

     “Dude!!” Instead of releasing the other’s shirt as he supposed Bakugou would have liked, Eijirou lifted his other hand to grasp at the blond’s other sleeve instead, forcing the shorter teen to face him despite the way his face was turned downwards- out of shame or embarrassment or whatever, Ejirou didn’t know, and also didn’t care. This was no time to be proud, dammit!! This was- this was bad!! 

     “Have-” Wait, could Bakugou even hear this? Quickly, the redhead cast a furtive glance around to check that- yes, yes, they were alone, before raising his voice. “Have you gone to see Recovery Girl??”

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     “You-” Wait, what?? “You can’t hear??” 

     Holy- holy shit!! 

     “Dude!!” Instead of releasing the other’s shirt as he supposed Bakugou would have liked, Eijirou lifted his other hand to grasp at the blond’s other sleeve instead, forcing the shorter teen to face him despite the way his face was turned downwards- out of shame or embarrassment or whatever, Ejirou didn’t know, and also didn’t care. This was no time to be proud, dammit!! This was- this was bad!! 

     “Have-” Wait, could Bakugou even hear this? Quickly, the redhead cast a furtive glance around to check that- yes, yes, they were alone, before raising his voice. “Have you gone to see Recovery Girl??”

     “Wh- I don’t know!! That’s the problem, idiot!” Holy shit, was Bakugou trying to send him insane?? Start a fight??? Drive him away?? “First you ignore me, then you totally space out and don’t hear a word I say, then you start acting all weird!!” This- this wasn’t like Bakugou at all, and it would have infuriated him had it not worried him at the same time. The last time Bakugou had acted this weird, he’d been given a failing grade, and Eijirou had come to learn quickly that the other didn’t act out over nothing. 

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     “Wh- I don’t know!! That’s the problem, idiot!” Holy shit, was Bakugou trying to send him insane?? Start a fight??? Drive him away?? “First you ignore me, then you totally space out and don’t hear a word I say, then you start acting all weird!!” This- this wasn’t like Bakugou at all, and it would have infuriated him had it not worried him at the same time. The last time Bakugou had acted this weird, he’d been given a failing grade, and Eijirou had come to learn quickly that the other didn’t act out over nothing. 

For fuck’s sake, let it go!

Bakugou couldn’t do much else but stop in his tracks once again. He turned, and he would have chewed him out again if not for that face. His mouth snapped back shut with an audible -to Kirishima that is- clack. And crimson eyes studied Kirishima’s mouth as he spoke, trying to decipher as much of the sounds that came out of it as actual words.

He apologized, he could read that.. And he definitely heard him call him a jerk because he raised his voice somewhat.. But for what? Or maybe Kirishima didn’t know either.. “You didn’t do anything.” He admits with a scowl, pulling his arm out of that grip again. “What exactly do you think I’m being a jerk about now?”

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    "Hey- hey!" Reaching forwards, Eijirou grabbed Bakugou's sleeve again, harder this time and with more force. Bakugou wanted to be a dick? Fine, but Eijirou was at least going to find out why. He was- he needed to know why. Bakugou- Bakugou was his friend, and yeah, sure, the blond acted like an asshole at times, but not like this. Not without reason and not to him.

    "Is it-" His angry facade faltered, fingers tightening on the other's sleeve as he swallowed thickly. For some reason, his damn mouth had gone dry. "Is it me? Did I do something? Because if I did I'm sorry, okay? But you don't have to act like a jerk about it!"

     “I meant don’t worry about me asking about you!” What was even happening right now?? It was as though Eijirou were talking, but Bakugou was only getting half the conversation!! Like- like he couldn’t hear him or something! 

     “God, what’s your problem today!?” 

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     “I meant don’t worry about me asking about you!” What was even happening right now?? It was as though Eijirou were talking, but Bakugou was only getting half the conversation!! Like- like he couldn’t hear him or something! 

     “God, what’s your problem today!?” 

     “Well, yeah, but-” He’d been talking right at the other. How- how hadn’t Bakugou heard anything he was saying?? He’d acknowledged him! 

    “I said don’t worry about it dude. Seriously though, the hell’s up with you today? You’re being even spacier and angry than usual!”

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     “Well, yeah, but-” He’d been talking right at the other. How- how hadn’t Bakugou heard anything he was saying?? He’d acknowledged him! 

    “I said don’t worry about it dude. Seriously though, the hell’s up with you today? You’re being even spacier and angry than usual!”

Sometimes he really didn’t know why he bothered with such a daft person as Kirishima. {Because he is the only person that bothers with you} his mind wittily supplied. And he had to groan at that truth alone.

“I didn’t hear you.” He reiterates, with as much patience as he can muster. Maybe if he plays it casual, Kirishima won’t notice that it was not as simple as not paying attention.. “Usually when someone says ‘what?’ you repeat yourself..” He accused annoyedly.

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      Eijirou had expected a number of responses, but..... not that. What? What what? The hell did Bakugou mean by that?? And what the hell was Bakugou’s deal today?? 

     “....’What’ what?” That was about as eloquent as he was going to get with that, but the arching of his brows and the questioning expression drawing across his face was sure to fill in the question where his lacking vocabulary didn’t. 

     The smart move here would have been to just do as Bakugou requested. To leave him be and hope that he brooded himself out by the time they happened to cross paths next- but Eijirou wasn’t satisfied to leave it like that. Bakugou had a nasty habit of pissing people off, and in such a touchy mood, he wouldn’t go half a block before running into trouble! It was his duty as Bakugou’s best friend to make sure that didn’t happen! 

     “Sorry, sorry. Whatever, man. You don’t have’ta talk about it if you don’t wanna. I just thought…. nevermind. It’s stupid. I was being stupid.” 

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     The smart move here would have been to just do as Bakugou requested. To leave him be and hope that he brooded himself out by the time they happened to cross paths next- but Eijirou wasn’t satisfied to leave it like that. Bakugou had a nasty habit of pissing people off, and in such a touchy mood, he wouldn’t go half a block before running into trouble! It was his duty as Bakugou’s best friend to make sure that didn’t happen! 

     “Sorry, sorry. Whatever, man. You don’t have’ta talk about it if you don’t wanna. I just thought.... nevermind. It’s stupid. I was being stupid.” 

Shit.. He didn’t catch that at all. It was just noise to him.. But he knew Kirishima well enough to know that he was probably going to wonder what that was about. So he might as well answer him and pretend nothing was amiss. He could have either asked what was wrong, or if he was okay.. It was fifty-fifty, right? 

“I’m fine! Just.. Leave me alone!”

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     Although it wasn’t exactly uncommon for Bakugou to lash out like this, the angry sharpness of the other’s voice had Eijirou startling back in surprise. Yeah, Bakugou snapped at people all the time, but- but not to him. Not like this, anyway- and not without an actual reason. 

     “Dude. What’s wrong??” 

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“-kugou? Bakugou? Dude-” Coming to an abrupt stop, the redhead reached out, fingers twisting into the material of the other’s sleeve in order to draw him to a stop. “You okay man? You’re /really/ spacing out on me.”

“Shut up.” He yanks his arm free. He is not in the mood for this. Usually this passes, but it seems worse this time, and he is actually nervous about it. He keeps coming back to how this will affect his future in professional heroism..

If Kirishima was not speaking then maybe he didn’t have to think about the fact that he could not hear him.

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Kirishima keeping Bakugou as his responsibility is my aesthetic 

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Okay but Bakugou is extremely smart. People that portray him as angry and dumb don’t truly understand his character.

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Eijirou Kirishima -  切島鋭児郎. ♥ ♥  

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     Really, life would have been just fine and dandy had they never had to see each other again- a fact that Eijirou had conveniently forgotten until the next morning when he, feeling infinitely better ( and kind of weirdly hungry ) went trotting downstairs to find Jirou already inhabiting the kitchen. Jirou, who had had to look after him the night before. Jirou, whom he had thrown up on. Jirou!! 

     “Uh-” What were you even supposed to say to someone that you had thrown up on?? It wasn’t like this was a situation he was familiar with!! 

    Hanging awkwardly in the doorway, the redheaded teen shifted his weight from one foot to the other, grimacing slightly as he tried to formulate a greeting sentence that didn't bring up the horrible events from last night.

    "-G-good morning!"

    Nailed it.

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thank fuck. ‘right, well if you need anything..,’ jirou edged towards the door, eager to get the fuck in a shower. ‘um. call me.’ please don’t call her. jirou darted out the door.

she didn’t even wait to get into her room to begin taking off her clothes. she took off her shirt in the elevator, careful not to touch her with more vomit than necessary. she held it between two fingers.  it was late and everyone had gone to bed, anyway, so what if she took off her fucking disgusting shirt?. just in her sports bra, jirou raced through the dorms and practically dived into her shower.

she thought very carefully about not throwing up.