Alternate Universe 2, A Different Future: Sunshine

Bakugou coughed wetly, blinking up at the murky sky, the sounds of battle and fighting still around him. He tried to sit up but his arms and legs weren't listening to him. There was a shout of his name and then Izuku was skidding to a stop next to him on his knees, the cowl of his outfit ripped back away from his face.

"Kacchan!" Izuku's voice had a far-away quality, like he was underwater. A sharp sting on his right cheek made Bakugou focus, and he growled, the taste of blood on his tongue, "Did you fu – fucking slap me?"

Izuku's face was pinched with distress, and he lifted one of Bakugou's hands to press into his side. Bakugou's fingers twitched as they connected with something wet and viscous. He was abruptly reminded of the hole in his side.

"You need to keep pressure on it, Kacchan," Izuku said firmly, pushing on Bakugou's hand, and barely flinched as Todoroki came crashing in next to them, his normally impassive face wrinkled with worry. One hand reached to settle on Izuku's neck, the other pressed tenderly to Bakugou's wrist.

"Are you all okay?" his head spun briefly, like on a swivel, ever vigilant of threats.

"I'll get him on his feet," Izuku replied, determined. "Go and help the others."

Todoroki's face pinched, but he swept his thumb gently over Bakugou's bloody skin, briefly squeezed the back of Izuku's neck and then he was back into the fray, his location just a wall of ice and a spluttering of flames.

"I can stand," Bakugou said, voice weak all of a sudden, words sticking in his throat. His vision spotted back for a moment.

Izuku pressed both of his hands over Bakugou's, over the gaping wound in his side. Blood briefly gushed between pressed fingers.

"You are my sunshine…" Izuku began, voice shaking. There were tears in his eyes, and Bakugou couldn't get his arm to move, to wipe them away, to punch whoever had caused them. He had a sneaking suspicion he was the cause.

"My only sunshine…"

He wanted to ask what was wrong, but it was like his tongue had turned to lead in his mouth, darkness creeping in more and more every time he blinked.

"You make me happy, when skies are grey."

There as an explosion nearby, and Izuku's body arched over his, protecting him with a fierce look adorning his face. Bakugou managed to swipe his fingertips against a strong jaw when it was closer, was rewarded with a watery smile.

He wanted to tell Izuku he looked dumb, crying when he was in his twenties, was an adult already, but words evaded him. His arm dropped back down.

"You'll never know dear, how much I love you."

Izuku wasn't watching him now as he sang, eyes on the battlefield, his voice warbling on the notes. He hadn't withdrawn from his protective hunch, but his knees were trembling and his nose was bleeding.

"Please don't take my sunshine away…"

Bakugou lost the battle against his consciousness then, and let Izuku's voice lull him into the dark void of an exhausted body.

When Bakugou woke up, he was swaddled in a hospital bed and no longer felt delirious. He couldn't quite remember how he had gotten there, but when he tried to sit up, a dull pain tugged at his side.

"Careful," Todoroki was next to him, his voice low and haggard. "You'll hurt for a bit, but the worst is gone."

Bakugou reluctantly let Todoroki guide him to a seated position, but didn't hide how he gratefully leaned into the familiar touch, a brush of cold fingers down his arm, the curl of a hand over his wrist when he was sat up.

"Damn Deku again, huh?" Bakugou laughed, tried for derisory and only managed tired. "Where is he? I thought he'd be crying over me."

Todoroki remained silent, and eventually Bakugou looked up at him when no answer was forthcoming.

"Oi…where's Deku?"

Todoroki's eyes evasively darted to the side, and Bakugou ripped his wrist out from under his hand, grasping at him in return.

"Answer me," he said, voice low and quiet. "Where. Is. Deku."

"You had a punctured lung, a ruptured spleen. You were bleeding out fast," Todoroki said, his voice curt. "When you were brought to hospital, you only needed stitches, please don't make me say it out loud." Todoroki bowed his head, posture defensive as he curled around himself.

Bakugou's heart dropped, like a steel weight, and all of a sudden could not find it in himself to breathe.

"Is he – ?" Bakugou croaked, because he had to, needed to know, and Todoroki slowly and methodically laced their fingers together.

"Not," Todoroki's voice broke, and he couldn't quite get it back under control. "He's not but…not sure if he'll wake up."

"I need to see him, fuck, get me out of this fucking bed – " Bakugou started ripping out wires and cables, the heart monitor screaming at him, the IV stand crashing to the floor. The pain was nothing compared to the tightness in his chest, the vice crushing everything inside of him.

Todoroki helped him limp his way down the corridor, kept a solid arm firm around his waist. Bakugou would normally complain against the babying treatment. Fear kept the anger at bay.

"He's too still," were the first words Bakugou managed, strangled, as he stared at Izuku's prone form in the bed. "Like a fucking sleeping beauty. What's the box, what's all this fucking shit."

"The ventilator helps him breathe," Todoroki replied, voice small. Bakugou's arm around his shoulders tightened, tucking the other's body firmer into his side, less for physical support and more for something else.

"The doctor's said – " Todoroki's voice shuddered out, and Bakugou felt the burn behind his own eyes, the tears and anger and terror.

"They said he can have a couple of weeks, but not to hold out hope after that. One of us will have to make the decision then."

"What? What fucking decision?!"

"To take him off the life support," Todoroki turned his head slightly then, his cheek pressed against Bakugou's head. His breath left him out in a shaky exhale.

Bakugou fisted his hands by his side, feeling his body tremble.

"Can I have some time with him?" Bakugou asked, feeling frail, and Todoroki helped him into the seat by the bed. Before he could go, Bakugou was grasping at his shirt, tugging firmly, and Todoroki let himself get guided in for the firm, closed lip kiss he was given.

"I'm just going to be outside," Todoroki whispered, and the door was shut behind him with barely a sound.

Bakugou watched Izuku for a few minutes then, hands clenched tightly on his knees. There was a war of emotions in his chest and he didn't know what was going to win.

"You fucking moron," he eventually bit out, scrubbing his hands against his eyes. "You asshole. Shithead! Singing that stupid fucking song at me, who's the fucking sunshine here, not fucking me."

He reached out a hand to grasp at Izuku's, a weak pulse under his fingertips, his thumb pressed to the ring Izuku proudly wore on his left hand.

"Of course I fucking know how much you love me, it's written all over your stupid fucking face."

Bakugou leaned over, forehead pressed to the back of Izuku's hand, and was not ashamed that the next noise that left him was a sob.

"Please don't take my sunshine away," Bakugou begged, voice hushed. "I never got to say 'I love you' back."

Hi, have some AU angst. Someone else suggested Prince Todoroki, Dragon Bakugou, Caught-In-The-Middle Izuku (thank you Mage of Hope!) and that'll definitely be next AU! But I felt like sadness. Lmao. Life is crap right now so characters must suffer.

Hope you enjoyed this one! I don't know how subtle it is, but this is future TodoDekuBaku.