Uraraka falls ill and Bakugou is the only one that can take care of her. (not really, but he's stingy) XD
Hearing the giant crash of the barbell against the frame is the scariest sound Bakugou's heard in a long while, not because the sound is actually frightening but because it alerts him to bring his attention back to Uraraka. He catches sight of her just in time to see her collapse in a heap on the mat below the bar. His heart just about plummets into the ground, electrifying his hands and feet with a shock of adrenaline that has him at her side in a heartbeat, without a second thought.
She is simultaneously ashen and overly pink.
"Uraraka!" He barks, pushing his fingers through her hair, turning her face to him to look her over and make sure she's breathing. She is, but she's also burning up.
It's either incredibly fortunate - or stupidly unfortunate, depending on how you look at it - that Uraraka passes the fuck out and Bakugou immediately breaks into a chorus of coughs so brutal he gets a mist of blood across her top before he's able to cover his mouth.
He has to run to a bin, heaving all the way and reaches it just in time to catch a handful of petals, covered in small specks of blood.
"Fuck." He gasps. This is getting old- fast.
As he recovers, he thinks about just how much he hates his body's response to her - try as he might to ignore it. Even though she's not dead, the possibility alone was enough to get him sweating, and he's paying the price. The stronger he feels, the more painful it is, and watching her barrel through the weights and working hard was already squeezing his heart like it's in a pressure cooker. Her passing out is just the release.
But now is not the time, he thinks with a shake of his head, slapping his cheeks to stop his shiver of pain.
He needs to get her somewhere safe and call Recovery Girl because he doesn't know what the fuck to do.
So he does just that.
It's a short walk to Heights Alliance, but carrying Uraraka's dead weight and all their shit makes it interesting because his stubborn as can't be bothered to make two trips. He has to hunch the whole way, lumbering and leaning to-and-fro so she doesn't fall backward as she shivers and jerks in her unconscious state. He's never been drunk before, but he imagines it's something like this.
He makes it all the way to her room without incident, where he quietly places Uraraka in bed and leaves to figure some things out.
After one hour, two random bouts of coughing, three rounds of phone tag, and a set of instructions from Recovery Girl, Bakugou feels able to handle the rest of the day.
Rest.
Liquids.
Simple Food.
And comfort.
That's the list of things to provide before Recovery Girl arrives on Monday to check-up on Uraraka.
Since Bakugou will never ask the other two students staying over to help, it's up to him to make sure Uraraka wakes the hell up and doesn't get worse. He has no idea how to do the last one on the list, but he'll worry about that when he gets there, whenever that is.
"Just had to go and get sick for real, eh, Cheeks." He huffs to himself while signing a delivery slip outside the gates of the school. One curt bow to the helmeted courier and Bakugou has himself some genuine, hand-sliced, American applewood smoked bacon, and a few other groceries and special items that he hopes do something to help.
The one good thing about having parents in the fashion industry is that they make bank. And Bakugou's allowance reflects that.
Of course, he's super conservative with his money. There just isn't much that he wants or needs for that matter, and so when he finds a worthy occasion, like this one, it's easy to fork over the cash.
The long walk back is enough time to figure out a plan. Now that Bakugou has all these things, he has to make it count.
He hates that they're losing the extra time for their training, but everything's pointless if Uraraka can't even move. Perhaps all this effort will get her back on her feet faster. Mostly, he just wants her to be okay.
It's barely past 10:30 in the morning and she's still out. The more he thinks about it, the more his chest feels like it's being plucked, and so Bakugou focuses on the plan. Follow the list.
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Walking into a mostly empty Heights Alliance is the best thing about this whole predicament. No one's really here (at least no one who's an unrepentant gossip) to rubberneck or start shit about what he's doing. Just like he likes it.
That thought, of course, occurs just as the elevator dings.
"Great," he says, continuing to lay things out on the kitchen counter. He looks back to see if, maybe, Uraraka somehow made it down.
"Oh, morning Bakugou." It's Big Lips, or Sato as the rest of the class refers to him, armed with a pair of reusable shopping bags. Of course one of the only other people left over break shows up.
Bakugou grunts in acknowledgment and turns his attention back to the contents of his bags, pulling out the rest of items he thought might be an extra pick-me-up for Uraraka.
"Oh wow! Strawberries! Those are so expensive! And mochi too!"
Bakugou throws a head rolling glance at Sato, and his hulking classmate looks about ready to burst with interest before Bakugou turns back to decide what he wants to make.
"Is that for Uraraka's birthday?" He hears.
Bakugou's glad his back is to Sato otherwise his face would show his obvious surprise.
"What?" He doesn't want to give himself away.
"For her birthday - on Monday. Mina asked me to make some cupcakes when they get back from break next weekend, so I'm about to stock up on some materials today!" He says, oblivious to the gears turning in Bakugou's mind.
Shit.
He's never really bothered with birthdays before. Those are more for really close friends and family, and he doesn't know where he stands with Uraraka.
But she'd given up spending her birthday with her parents to train with him, even though he'd been pushing her away. And she hadn't even mentioned it. Had she planned on forgoing a birthday all together? Had she...wanted...to spend it with him, hoping he remembered, despite all his attempts at detaching?
His heart stutters at the thought, and he suppresses a cough with a preemptive, vigorous, clearing of his throat and sheer will.
"Yeh, that's right. But she's sick so she might not get to celebrate." He says smoothly, turning to face Sato and pulling out his wallet.
"Aw man, that's awful - being sick on her birthday. Do you have everything you need, is there anything I can get her? That's really nice of you to get all this other stuff, but I don't mind helping too, as long as I'm here." Sato points to his own chest in reassurance.
"Actually, I forgot a few things," Bakugou says counting yen to hand to the boy, hoping he's not doing something stupid by making this request. "Could you get the ingredients for shortcake and some whipping cream? I can pay." He says, holding out a small wad of bills to him.
"Sure thing. What style? Want me to make it?" He asks, pocketing the money.
"Ours, not the American stuff." Bakugou doesn't even have to think about that. He suffers through the image of her happily scarfing down a slice of his cake, and he wants to scream, take the money back and just work out all day. But that's a sign he shouldn't, he's grown enough to know that. "I'll make it." He finishes.
Sato blinks really hard like he's got something in his eye, but clearly, he's just making sure it's Bakugou in front of him. "You?"
Bakugou scoffs harshly, "I can make a damn cake! She'll be happy I even bothered!" He retorts, moving over to the sink to wash his hands, signaling the end of the interaction.
A small sly smile spreads on Sato's face, and Bakugou wants to shove something bitter in the young man's mouth to get him to stop. "Alright, I'll label them for you if you're not down here when I get back. See ya Bakugou!"
Sato makes his way out, and Bakugou looks around the kitchen, trying to gather his thoughts
"Fuckin' finally." He exhales, pulling utensils and tools out of the drawers.
Right. Stay focused.
Wake her up with food. Not because he wants to, but because there's no one else to do it. Uraraka needs sustenance and maybe some medicine.
He thinks back to Sato's offer while pouring water into an electric kettle.
Okay, so there are others that could do it, but, no one that knows her well enough to do what she likes. What if it's such a lousy effort she gets worse? Yeh, no. Not fucking happening.
Gods, she just needs to get better so he can go back to the gym, where everything is simple.
With a skillet and pot warming, the kettle switched on, and his ingredients laid out, Bakugou rolls up his sleeves, unwraps the deli package and gets to work.