"Is it okay for Denki not to be in the hospital?" Kirishima asked curiously while he followed Bakugo and Sero, the rest of the class lagging a good bit behind them.
Bakugo frowned, glancing at Denki who was still dumbly happy. Honestly, this man was completely hopeless. He knew Kirishima had a point, but he just didn't want to listen to it. In truth, it would be easier to shove him into the hospital and go about their day as normal, but putting him in there seemed to give new weight to the situation- that something was wrong and they couldn't handle it. Bakugo just didn't want to cross that line.
"Of course it's okay. As long as he's with us he'll be fine. It's always been that way." There was no reason for that to change. Bakugo stopped walking, causing Denki to nearly fall back. Bakugo easily placed a hand on the idiot's back, steadying him. "Hey, Jiro!" He yelled back to the main class. They were outside of the hospital a good bit, a comfortable distance away. He hated even seeing it right now. There was no way he would allow Denki to spend the day there if they could avoid it.
"Don't yell at me, I can hear you just fine. What do you even want?" Jiro questioned stiffly as she stood with the rest of the class that had been following a few paces behind them all.
"You've seen this moron when he's in this mode a lot, right? How dumb does he get?" Bakugo questioned simply. He wanted to know precisely what he was going to deal with all day- and he wasn't going to let Denki keep hugging him, he wasn't some damn cuddly stuffed toy or whatever Denki seemed to be viewing him as!
"Very basic functions," Jiro muttered as she glanced back to Momo. "I mean, he can tell if he's in danger because he'll start whining and crying, remember?"
"Yea, he can tell but it's not like he does anything about it." Momo softly sighed, her arms crossed over her chest. "He also doesn't talk, but we all know that. The best we can do is just keep an eye on him and try to make sure he isn't hurt or anything. I suggest we go back to our home and get him settled into the living room or something, since he seems cold we can wrap him in a blanket that way Bakugo won't murder him." She directed this towards the class mostly, then turned to Bakugo. "I'm impressed you've been this calm," Momo said.
Bakugo scoffed and turned away. Calm wasn't the word he wanted to use. He was just being logical about all of this. Denki was hurt, but not fatally so it'll be better for them to take care of their own. He was okay with Denki- they were pretty good rivals and… well while maybe friends were a bit strong of a word but he didn't mind having the idiot follow him around. Besides, he was only letting this idiot hug him because the morning air was a bit cold and Denki just happened to know his quirk could warm him, as he did earlier.
"You idiots need to put a jacket on him next time!"
Next time? Would this happen again? If it did then there was no way Denki could continue with their classes. He would have to drop out...
The class chatted behind Bakugo, probably about useless things as they made their way back to their on-campus homes. Once inside Bakugo tried to shove Denki off, who whimpered and clung to his side tightly. Honestly, how useless was this guy?
"He must be really cold," Deku said cautiously as he walked over- as if Bakugo was some wild beast that might strike out at anything. Bakugo glared but did nothing as Deku gently pulled Denki off. He couldn't help but feel annoyed Deku was taking Denki away, but he kept his face neutral. No one needed to be getting the wrong idea of his intent or how much he cared- which he didn't!
"I got an idea," Momo hummed and turned away as she started to unbutton her shirt. Without missing a beat Shoji turned away while he opened his tri arms to cover her up so she could have privacy for the few moments she needed it.
"Okay, got it!" Momo happily hummed and tossed the newly made electric blanket to Mina Ashido while she started to button up her shirt again. The pink girl happily squealed as she held the large blanket above her head. It looked plush and was bright yellow with black lightning strips on it. There was no reason for it besides the simple fact Momo wanted to make sure everyone knew it was now Denki's.
Bakugo rolled his eyes and leaned against a nearby wall, observing Denki closely. He had to make sure everyone did things right and that they didn't end up hurting him somehow. Getting lectures by Recovery Girl was something they did not need, after all.
"Oh, this is going to be so cute! Deku-Deku, bring Denki over!" Mina Ashido hummed and skipped over to the couch. She plugged the blanket into one of the floor sockets near the couch, and once Deku got Denki to sit she wrapped it around his shoulders before turning the heat setting to the highest. "Nice and toasty, or it will be soon. It'll take a bit to warm up, but he looks pretty happy now anyway."
"Don't turn it on max you idiot, you don't know how warm that is. Start low and raise it," Bakugo sighed heavily. Honestly, didn't they have any clue on how to take care of a sick person?
"Bakugo is right, we don't want to overheat him!" Iida said as he marched over, lowering the setting.
"Hey, should I cook a big lunch for everyone?" Sato asked curiously. Everyone knew he was a good baker and a pretty decent cook. It was getting around noon by now and no one ate breakfast. They were too busy trying to break down Denki's door earlier. "Bakugo, if you could help it would be really fast."
This was ridiculous, but whatever. He was hungry anyway. Bakugo loudly groaned, but after rolling his eyes he slouched his way to the open kitchen. He was being dragged into so much this morning, the class would be completely lost without him, of course.
"Get in here you extra, what are we cooking?" He yelled loudly as Kato hurriedly walked in. Bakugo could see the idiot was trying to suppress a smug smile or something. How annoying. The only good thing is at least from this spot in the kitchen he could still see Denki. Everything was going to be okay… they just had to wait until Recovery Girl showed up tonight.
Bakugo glared at nothing as he sat in the living room, his plate stacked with the freshly made lunch he and Sota put together. Everyone was lounging around with their plates, idly chatting or watching as Mashirao Ojiro was trying to feed Denki some food. It seemed to be going pretty good honestly. It had to be small bites but Denki seemed pretty happy to eat the fresh food, yaying after every bite.
It was so dumb, but Bakugo did feel a bit better. Not because Denki liked his cooking, of course not that. Just that Denki was eating. Yeah, that's all.
There was a bit of arguing over what he should and should not eat and drink. Iida and Momo kept insisting on a perfectly balanced meal with a glass of water, while Kirishima and Sero tried to assure them Denki ate whatever and they could just stack his plate high with anything and it would be fine. In the end, Denki had a perfectly balanced meal with a glass of orange juice- Bakugo knew Denki hated unflavored water and they only had a glass of orange juice left, so why not give it to the idiot?
Bakugo did find it odd how everyone was just hanging around. Normally Saturday they would all off doing their own thing, but the entire class was here and around Denki. Maybe they all just wanted to make sure he was okay, that he was safe... This was ridiculous.
"Let's review what happened," Bakugo said loudly. "I want to make sure this crap doesn't happen again. The fight this moron was in, I want more details."
"We told you what happened," Toru Hagakure sighed. "He did what he normally does at first, but one guy with an electric quirk grabbed him and shocked him back. Denki just kept trying to hold on and fight back. He won, of course."
"He was simply dazzling!" Aoyama laughed. "Such a strong will, it was a true beauty."
None of that helped them much. It just kept leading to the same conclusions: somehow Denki got overloaded and now he was having trouble recovering from it. Bakugo wanted to yell at them all. If they had followed the rules Denki would be just fine. But, just this once- fighting wouldn't help them.
"So plugging him in didn't work?" Sero sighed softly as he watched Denki. The electric boy seemed nice and toasty. They got the level up to level 6 before he started to get too warm, so it was good they started from the bottom. With his plate only having a few bites left he started to whine and turn his head away when offered food. Seems he was full and doing just fine now.
"He's not a phone or something, you just can't plug him in and think that'll help." Jiro sighed heavily.
"But he does plug himself in, so why don't we plug him in again and make sure he stays plugged in?" Tsuyu Asui softly ribbited. "Maybe he just got unplugged very early last night and he just needs more of a charge. We don't have many other ideas otherwise."
Tokoyami sighed, digging a charger out of his bag. "Let's give it a shot, even if it doesn't work it's not like we lost anything." He tossed the charger over to Asui, who hopped to the plug with the electric blanket. She plugged the charger into the second slot, then held the other end in front of Denki.
"Eat it?" She almost asked, her head tilted to the side in a curious manner.
Denki turned his head away, wheying softly.
"Eat it." she insisted, putting the charger to his lips. Denki wheyed again, but bit down on the charger and held it in his mouth, softly humming as he melted back in the large yellow and black blanket, pulling it partly over his head so he was mostly cocooned, just his face was visible.
"Okay, now what?" Sero sighed. "How long do we wait?"
"I don't know... let's watch TV and play some games," Kirishima encouragingly asked. "We can have an awesome competition since we're all hanging out. I got this new racing game and we can see who is the best!"
"Friendly class competition? Sounds like a good social building activity, I'll make the brackets!" Iida said encouragingly as he stood up.
It took no time at all to get the game going and for Iida and Momo to make brackets for the class game. It seemed to be raising their spirits, and even some laughter ensued when Denki would randomly cheer, even if someone (mostly Koda) completely messed up in the warm-up rounds. Things were almost normal again.
To assure Denki was not forgotten in the excitement, he was placed on the floor and the two players would be on either side of him. That way he would be at the center of attention, and it also kept the two players from making jabs at each other since no one wanted to hurt Denki more than he was right now. Plus, his constant yaying was surprisingly very encouraging and ego-boosting.