When a Vampire Calls
Kiribaku flash fic
There's a knock on Bakugou's door. He looks over at the clock on his side table. Ugh! There's only person that would bug him at some ungodly time.
He gets up and cracks the door open, "what'daya want shit head, it's fucking 1 am!"
"Please just invite me in?" The nervous looking man implores. "I'm really cold."
"Huh?"
Bakugou opens the door to arms-length. "Just go curl up in your own bed if you're cold! Why you bothering me?"
"Something… happened, Baku, can I just come in for now?"
"Ugh," Bakugou steps away and goes back to his bed, expecting Kirishima to follow. But when he looks back to the door, the man hasn't budged. "Well," he gestures, "get in here before I change my mind."
It was only after the off-handed invite that Kirishima finally moves. He closes the door behind him and sits at the edge of Bakugou's bed. The room heater should have helped, but still Kirishima felt nothing but cold. He pulls his jacket tighter around him. The whole experience had him freaked out, but he didn't know where else to turn to except his best friend Bakugou.
As Bakugou stares his friend down, he starts to notice something amiss. Kirishima was normally a positive guy, often smiling even when things got tough. But the man sitting at the edge of his bed was afraid. His eyes were almost blood shot, hair more disheveled than normal, and if he wasn't mistaken there were strange dark red splotches on the man's coat edges.
"Dude," Bakugou finally breaks the tension, "the fuck happened to you tonight?"
"I don't really know," Kirishima responds, "I went to the gym after dinner and on my way back to the dorms I think I was attacked, cause the last thing I remember is some girl or maybe a guy with long hair, I don't know my mind is fuzzy, stopping me. Pain…" he rubs absentmindedly at his neck, "must'a passed out. When I woke up I was freezing and there's this twisting knot feeling in my stomach. I hope it's not a stomach bug."
"Well you do look like shit," Bakugou agrees with his friend. He stands up and moves closer, towering over the sitting man. "Why do you keep rubbing your neck?" He pushes his friends hand away to see for himself.
Two puncture wounds.
It was the last image Bakugou remembers seeing before waking up the next evening. There's a burning sensation in his neck and his stomach feels twisted. He shivers, "why the fuck?" His voice trailing out from the memory of Kirishima.
"Good evening…"
Bakugou turns to the familiar voice. "Kiri you son-of-a!"