Without a recognizable form, Kirishima was essentially just a mass rolling about on the floor. Hopefully, someone would find him before he collects dust…
Minutes went by and he began to lose hope, he felt his heart sink into what would have been his stomach, had he a normal human body. That was when he heard it - the familiar, heavy footsteps. If his vocal chords were working properly, he could have cried with absolute joy. Thank GOD, maybe HE would be able to do something about this. Those footsteps stopped. A feeling resembling both dread and concern flooded his body. Was he unrecognizable in this form? Did Bakugou suddenly deem him an obstacle? Too many thoughts flooded his mind, each one making his gut wrench.
His thoughts were interrupted when he was picked up off the floor, the blond's usual scowl present upon his features. It scared Kirishima to think that he may end up being thrown or something. A moment of silence passed, soon he was turned over so Bakugou could look into his misplaced eyes. After a close inspection, it was obvious that he would end up furrowing a brow. Whoever did this was fucking dead, but for now, he'd rather make sure he was alright. Bringing the blob of flesh close to his face, Bakugou grumbled under his breath.
( He could potentially murder someone for this, but he was occupied. )
Soon, he would close the gap between them and press his lips against the mouth of his 'fallen' ally, a rare act of passion.
Kirishima could swear he could start crying because why NOW out of all times? Any other time would have been fine - he wouldn't protest any other time. But for Bakugou to be acting up NOW… it only confused him. It wasn't like he could complain at this time, however - he had no voice to do so with! In the place of that, a single tear formed in his eye.