"Taking care of the nerd"

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Bakugou armed himself with enough courage, and knocked on the door with his knuckles.

He got no answer.

He frowned, annoyed at not being attended to, knocked on the door again with more force.

"Oi! Damn nerd" He shouted. "Open the door"

He heard coughing from the other side of the door, followed by clumsy steps and a loud rumble on the floor.

Bakugou upon hearing that sound, stopped knocking on the door and waited.

The door opened letting him glimpse a Deku with teary and reddish eyes, burning cheeks, a sky-colored mask, wrapped in a grassy green plush blanket.

"K-Kacchan" He muttered, coughing, sticking his head in half, reloading his forehead over the edge of the door. He staggered.

"How horrible you look" He complained, hiding his concern for him.

"Hehe…" He laughed weakly, his forehead starting to get off the edge of the door, narrowing his eyes.

"Won't you let me through?" He inquired, stepping forward.

"Yes, Kacchan" He said weakly, withdrawing from the door, giving him permission to enter. "Pass"

Bakugou growled, passing through the door, and without anticipating it when he closed the door behind him when he turned he saw that Deku was collapsing on the floor; instinctively, he caught him in his arms before he fell to the ground.

"Deku!" He exclaimed, holding him. "Don't be such an idiot!"

"T-thanks." He could say softly, nodding forward.

Deku's body burned on contact, the pores of his skin were dilated, and he sweated a lot.

"Don't thank me, useless" He grumbled, still holding him in his arms.

Bakugou had to admit that if Deku wasn't sick, he would hug him like this every day, with intentions of never letting him go.

With jobs, he dragged him to his bed, and laid him carefully on the bed, wrapping him in the sheets, releasing another growl.

"Really, you are pitiful" He said shaking his head. "How the hell was it that you got sick?"

Deku coughed and consecutively sneezed, breathing heavily, shaking.

He was troubled to see that Deku was not healthy as he always used to be, but he was comforted to know that he would have the ability to help him heal.

Bakugou passed a hand over his forehead, raising the locks that were in the way of Deku's forehead.

"Hm" he muttered, feeling that he literally touched fire on Deku's forehead. "You're burning, damn nerd" He said complainingly, grimacing in disgust.

"Hm" Deku muttered weakly.

"Don't even try to talk!" He ordered, pointing at him "I'll bring you something to eat, because you surely haven't fed yourself." He saw him slowly shake his head. "And some stupid fever medicines, it's a damn annoyance that you got sick." He complained annoyed.

"K-Kacchan…" Deku smiled through the mask, sweating excessively.

"Don't even thank me!" He barked, blushing his cheeks.

Deku smiled warmly.

He left Deku's room, stomping toward the kitchen, in case there were leftovers from breakfast that morning.

Fortunately, he found porridge (the best for a cold), and prepared chamomile tea.

He didn't explain how it was that he stopped working perfectly when it came to the nerd, and more, when he found him sick, that is, weak.

His skin was bristling just imagining him in his arms.

He shook his head, trying to dissuade those wild thoughts to focus on the present; he needed to get those thoughts that were cravings for satiation, and manias to fulfill.

He shook his head again, growling furiously.

He returned to Deku's room, contemplating that he was still prostrated in the same position he left him moments ago.

"You better not have fall asleep, idiot," he warned.

Deku pulled out a hand under the blanket, indicating that he was awake.

Bakugou snorted and sat on the bed with the bowl of porridge and chamomile tea.

Deku's eyes landed on the plate of food, giving a hungry expression.

"I was right to assume you hadn't eaten" He presumed, smiling sideways.

"Hehe" Deku smiled, even if he was sick, he kept giving smiles.

"What are you laughing at?" He inquired. "Damn nerd"

"T-thanks, K-Kacchan." He tried to get up, taking off some blankets that covered him, thus sitting on the bed. Bakugou interpreted that as he was prepared to eat, so he gave him the plate of porridge.

"You finish everything" He warned disdainfully.

Deku nodded, devouring everything.

How cute the nerd could look when he ate.

After finishing his plate of porridge, he drank chamomile tea along with the fever medicine that Bakugou brought him.

"It's a nuisance to take care of pests like you." He complained in grave disdain, to which Deku simply smiled and nodded, tucking comfortably between the blankets.

"Y-you can go to your classes, Kacchan" He said, wrapped in blankets.

"Hm." He twisted his mouth in an annoyed grimace. He didn't want to get away from Deku until he recovered from the cold, but he couldn't give himself away when Todoroki needed to confess his love for Deku.

He needed to be fair, even if he didn't like the idea.

If he made a direct move, such as kissing Deku; Todoroki would do the same, unscrupulous and without preamble in between.

"I-I'll be fine" Deku assured, pulling him out of his train of thought.

"Huh?" Bakugou inquired.

"I-I'll be fine" He repeated smiling.

"Are you taking me out of your room?" He exclaimed indignantly; This alarmed Deku, who blinked suddenly.

"No-no, Kacchan"

"Okay" he sighed in a flash. "I will go to my classes, and as for you, sleep as long as I am not here" He ordered, pointing his finger in the form of a threat. "If you don't get enough rest, you won't be able to recover."

Deku upon hearing him, nodded, regaining his calm.

"I'm serious" He warned with his hard red eyes.

"Yes-yes, Kacchan."

In that, he left his room, much to his dismay, giving him one last look before leaving.

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P.S. This is a relatively short chapter, dedicated to Bakugou.

He tries to help Deku his way, even though Deku is unaware of his feelings, and he still treats him as a friend.

The next one is from Todoroki.