Sorry this one is a bit short, I was crunched for time with a few ideas that fit well into a mini chapter. Most of my chapters are probably going to be pretty small, so I'll have them out often. :)

"I don't need your help," Bakugo grumbled as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Even with the coldness in Bakugo's tone, Kirishima's fingers twitched in odd ways with desire to help him. Desire to hold Bakugo's hands in his. Desire he couldn't quite explain.

So, he pulled his hand away, but kept just close enough to...

Just as Bakugo wobbled to his feet, his weight rocked and he stumbled, crashing right into Kirishima and sending them both to the ground. Bakugo's weight was almost too much, and, in a moment like that when you feel your chair tilt back too far, he panicked and hardened his whole body. Bakugo cried out in anger and shock as they hit the floor, Bakugo on top of Kirishima. Although his pupils burned with embarrassment, Bakugo didn't get up right away, but rather lay there for a moment too long, just looking into Kirishima's eyes with longing. Of course, when he did get up, he immediately fell backward with a soft poof onto the bed and grumbled.

Still flustered, Kirishima lay on the floor still, propped up of his elbows and blushing a bright pink. Pushing himself to a sitting position, he began to laugh. He ran a hand through his hair and grinned up at Bakugo, still giggling a bit as he said, "Come on, man. Just rest a bit." He was answered with a low growl from Bakugo, but Kirishima just gently placed a hand on his shoulder and nudged him back toward his pillow. Bakugo reluctantly complied, brows drawn and frowning. "I'm not leaving until you can walk again, ok?", Kirishima whispered. Bakugo growled again. "I CAN walk, dipshit!" And the only answer Kirishima could give was a plaintive sigh.

He cradled his head in his hands and nodded, more to himself than to Bakugo. "Until you can walk. Until I die. Until the end of time." Bakugo's sharp intake of breath and the sound of him slowly laying all the way down was somewhat painful to hear. It meant Bakugo was doing what was asked without complaint. That was not ordinary.

As one last attempt at satisfying his piercing desire to take care of Bakugo, Kirishima stood and walked over to Bakugo's bed, where he was now curled up on his side, halfway under the covers, eyes closed with a tiny smile on his lips. Kirishima made to tuck him in, and paused when Bakugo's hand twitched—likely his reflexes wanting to bat Kirishima away—, but Bakugo stilled his hand and visibly tried not to complain as Kirishima tugged the blankets up to Bakugo's shoulders. And this time, Bakugo couldn't contain a happy smile.