When Katsuki came to, he was once again tied down tightly to his hospital bed. What had changed was the pounding in his head which seemed to have completely settled, even the stinging in his side had quietened to only a whisper of pain when he struggled against his restraints.

"Shitty Hair!" He bellowed. The door almost instantly swung open to reveal Kirishima.

"Hey, you're finally awake. Recovery Girl wasn't sure how long it would be considering how hard you hit the ground." Kirishima hit Bakugou with a blinding smile that showcased ever one of his sharp teeth.

"Why the fuck am I tied down again?!"

"Well I can hardly trust you not to run off after last time."

"Fuck you, I feel fine." Katsuki scowled.

"Doesn't mean it wouldn't do you some good to rest for a bit."

"Fuck you, rest is for the weak."

"And the injured." Eijirou pointed out.

"Fuck you."

"You really need to work on your vocabulary bro." Kirishima moved to perch on the end of Katsuki's bed and Katsuki had to wiggle madly to shift himself into a position that meant he could see the redhead.

"Fuck you."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. What I wanna know is what all that stuff in Midoriya's room was?" Kirishima could see Bakugou's eyebrows furrow.

"What fucking shit?"

"Y'know, the whole 'you're full off bullshit' speech." Katsuki snorted.

"That never happened." Bakugou rolled his eyes.

"No, it really did. I was there! You went on this massive rambling speech about Midoriya being 'worth shit'. It was really manly." Kirishima explained excitedly waving his hands about a bit erratically to illustrate his point.

"Pfft, yeah right. As if I would-"

"You can even ask Recovery Girl okay, I wouldn't lie about something like this." Kirishima interrupted. Katsuki's scowl deepened but he didn't continue to argue.

"How long Are you gonna keep me locked up here anyway?" Bakugou asked to change the subject and break the awkward silence that had started to descend.

"I'm not actually sure," Kirishima admitted slightly bashfully. "It could be fine now for all I know, Recovery Girl never really specified."

"Well the. Go get the old hag to get me out of here." Katsuki growled, wriggling in his restraints again and glaring at Kirishima in a way that definitely spelled death if he didn't move right in that second.

"Okay okay, I'm going." Kirishima hell his hands up in defeat and slowly backed out of the room.

It had been barely ten minutes by the time Kirishima returned but it felt like hours to Katsuki. He didn't have anything to do but stare at the ceiling and think.

For practically the first time in his life he's lost a fight and to someone without magic. If Izuku had been aware of the proper rules of challenging a Demon King, he would have been dethroned. Either way, Katsuki didn't think he deserved the title at the moment and unless he could find a way to beat Izuku at his best, he never would.

Katsuki was snapped from his brooding when the door swung open once again and the faint tapping of Recovery Girl's cane filled the room, swiftly followed by Kirishima's voice hurriedly yapping about all that he had noticed since Katsuki had awoken.

"I mean he seems pretty fine and he was scowling like he normally does but he couldn't really remember what happened yesterday and that could be bad, is that bad? It probably is ri-" Kirishima was cut off by a gentle whack on the back of his head causing him to suddenly jerk forward.

"Right sonny boy, I can't see any reason not to let you out. Your slight memory loss is not quite unusual considering your condition at the time and it shouldn't be much to worry about."

"Let me up then you old hag." Katsuki bit out, thrashing again as if that was going to speed up his release.

"Before I do, I feel obligated to remind you that I don't expect something like this to when again. You and the Prince caused rather a lot of people rather a lot of stress and came very close to causing yourselves quite devastating permanent damage. If I am called on again, I'll have half a mind to just let you heal naturally." Recovery Girl's voice was stern and her face was serious but Katsuki's scowl only deepened and he grunted in a way that could hardly be seen as agreement.

Recovery Girl delivered one of her signature whacks, this time to Katsuki's stomach, causing him to try and fold inwards only to be stopped by his restraints. From there all it took was a pointed look from Recovery Girl for Katsuki to choke out a reply.

"Fine, fine you goddamn hag. I'll try not to fight someone in my dining room for a while. Now fucking let me out."

Recovery Girl hummed and gestured to Kirishima, who immediately crouched to start fiddling with the knots on the rope. As soon as the ropes went slack Katsuki swung his legs around to place his feet on the floor. He rolled his shoulders to try to loosen out the muscles there and turned to Kirishima.

"I'm fucking hungry. I think it's time for dinner take two. Go tell De-Izuku or whatever."