"Like hell you're heading back to the agency," came the bark from the typically angry blonde. Which earned him an arched brow from the dark haired omega.
"Oh? And where should I be then?" Her voice was just daring to try the blonde to keep arguing with her.
"The hospital you dumb fuck. You probably broke your hand. You need it looked at," the blonde snarled at her as if she was an idiot.
"My hand is fine. You're the one with an open wound. Maybe you should be the one going to the hospital," she snapped back about to get up in the blondes face to argue before Kirishima being the negotiator he was for them, stepped between the two.
"Actually you're both right. I think you both need to be looked at. Sakaki I think Bakugou is right. Your hand is already swelling. And if it's broken you will be a liability in the field," Kirishima said as the dark haired woman glared at him before looking down at her swollen hand and sighting softly. She knew they were both right. She didn't even dare try to move her fingers on the hand for fear of how badly it would hurt.
"And you Bakubro. There's a hole in your side. You should get that cleaned out and dressed at least," Kirishima said as he turned from the omega to the alpha. Bakugou seemed to open his mouth, about to yell at his friend. And yet instead he snapped his mouth shut.
That felt far too easy. Kirishima could not help but look at his best friend as if he had just grown a second head. Bakugou Katsuki rarely ever agreed to go to a hospital willingly. He has on more than one occasion watched paramedics load the screaming blonde into a stretcher and cart him away while he was screaming to be let go. If he was awake when hauled off to a hospital he usually complained about it. But for once there was no real fight. Hell Sakaki had argued more than Bakugou. How odd. Yet Kirishima did not say a word of those thoughts as he watched his two friends walking off. Leaving Kirishima, Rock Lock and his sidekick to wait for the police to show up and cart away the criminals.
Sakaki was still not exactly pleased when she found herself sitting in a hospital room with the blonde. Nurses had been quick to strip the hero of his top. She could tell the nurses were drooling over the sight. In a way she could get it. Bakugou shirtless was a panty dropping sight. But it nearly had her growling at the mostly beta woman fawning over him while his small injury was cleaned and a patch of gauze placed over top. No stitches needed. Her, on the other hand, required x-rays of her injured hand. Only to learn Bakugou had been correct. She had a transverse metacarpal shaft fracture on her middle finger. She was pretty sure it was otherwise called a boxer's fracture. So she broke a bone in the middle of her hand apparently. And it hurt like a bitch.
Her entire hand had seemed to swell up and her knuckles looked bruised. It was a good idea that Bakugou had dragged her to the hospital otherwise she would be at home just icing a broken hand and waiting for it to heal naturally. As a hero that fights hand to hand combat it would have been a big issue for her if she had a broken hand and continued to fight with it. Also she did have to admit the pain was annoying. She could not move any of her fingers on that hand without pain to some degree shooting up her arm.
So she waited and a doctor with a basic healing quirk was brought in and the broken bone was repaired. Her hand was still swollen an ugly array of yellows and greens now. But the pain had subsided, the bone was fixed. But the muscles still swollen. She was happy to get out of the hospital. The smell of stale chemicals in the air hurt her nose. And she had been watching Bakugou pace the small hospital room she had been in like a caged lion. The longer they waited for a doctor the worse Bakugou got.
Honestly she had expected him to blow up before the doctor arrived. But luckily he had kept it together long enough to get treated. Before the Doctor could even finish instructing her to avoid punching things for a few days Bakugou was guiding her out of the hospital room and out of the building.
His mood calmed slightly the second they were both able to breathe in fresh air. But she could still see his shoulders were tense, his body ridged. He seemed pissed but she wasn't sure why. He had grown oddly silent. And she knew when it came to silence it could either be a good thing or a bad thing. In this case she took it as a bad thing. He was a volcano looking ready to explode.
So she bit her own tongue and walked in silence beside the blonde as she had no desire to be the reason this volcano exploded. If Bakugou wanted to, he would eventually say something. But he never did. Even as they walked up towards the door of their apartment, Bakugou pulled his keys from a pocket on his hero costume since neither had a chance to change.
Slipping into the apartment she was happy to let herself drop to the floor so she could start unlacing her combat boots. She watched Bakugou from the corner of her eye as he proceeded to remove his boots as well. Though he stayed standing up. She was too tired to care. Her hand still had a dull ache to it and her body was tired. She wanted nothing more than to eat dinner and head to bed.
"Bakubro! Sakaki! welcome back. How are you both?" The far too enthusiastic redhead called. She watched as his head was poked out from the kitchen. "I picked us up some ramen for dinner. I figured you would both be tired and hungry."
Oh Kirishima was a god sent. She let out a sigh of relief. She was hungry and tired and had no desire to try to deal with Bakugou at the same time. And that brilliant man ordered them all food to ensure that they would be able to eat as soon as they returned home.
"Kirishima you are amazing," Sakaki said as she jumped to her feet, slipping them into her slippers and nearly running for the kitchen. Though she left Bakugou behind by the door she could hear the low rumble of a growl in his chest. But Bakugou had been extra grumpy since the battle. She never did understand what crawled under his hero suit.
"Food, food, food," she was softly chanting to herself as she trotted into the kitchen and headed for the one take out container that did not instantly burn her nose. Popping the top off she grabbed some wooden takeout chopsticks and instantly grabbed a large mouthful of noodles to slurp them up. She did not even care that the broth and noodles were barely still warm. Kirishima chuckled softly as he watched the tall omega instantly start to dig into her food. No warming it up, she didn't even take it to the table to sit down. She was standing at the counter loudly slurping noodles.
Kirishima laughed as he watched the woman inhale her meal. He understood. Most healing quirks made a person tired, or hungry. Drawing energy from the body to heal it. He had his fair share of experience being healed since he was a tank who took a lot of hits. Sometimes they actually hurt. It was rare but Kirishima had been healed a time or two. And had seen Bakugou healed up as well.
"Fucking slow down. The food ain't going anywhere," Bakugou barked at her with a disgusted scowl on his face.
"Come on Bakugou. You know it's normal to feel hungry and tired after getting healed up. Let her enjoy her food," Kirishima said to the blonde who was popping his share of the take out into the microwave to warm up.
The look Bakugou shot at Kirishima almost could have the poor redhead buried six feet deep. It even earned the blonde a small innocent and apologetic smile but knew to keep his mouth shut. Kirishima knew when to bite his tongue and not actually poke the bear. Sakaki on the other hand did not.
"What crawled up your ass?" Sakaki asked which earned her a low and deep growl. One that was a true threat. The muscles in her thighs tensed. A whimper nearly bubbled up her throat. Her hands nearly let go of her take out container.
It was rare to see Bakugou this upset. Sure he was typically grumpy on a daily basis. But the noise he had just made was a warning, one that promised a threat that reached her omega. It even had Kirishima's own alpha bristle but he was smart enough to bite his tongue and even found himself shifting back and away from the clearly upset blonde.
Kirishima may bug his best friend some days and as such was well accustomed to even being used as Bakugou's personal punching bag when his tempers flared. But Kirishima knew when Bakugou's alpha was clawing at his skin. And Kirishima knew it was dangerous for to antagonize an alpha who seemed so irritated.
"Well I'm gonna head out. Sasara and Hatori are waiting for me. I told them I would head over after you two made it home. I'll see you two tomorrow. Maybe," Kirishima said, flashing Sakaki a small smirk before he nearly ran out of the apartment leaving the two of them behind.
Sakaki arched her brow as she watched the red head completely run out of the apartment and leave them behind. What the hell was all of that about? She looked between the door and then over at Bakugou before looking back to the door.
"What the hell," she mumbled to herself before she turned her attention back to the little takeout container she was nearly squeezing to death. Had she not eaten so much of it the contents would have overflowed the slightly squashed container. Her grip relaxed before she stuffed another oversized mouthful of noodles. Oh well at least if it was just her and Bakugou they would crash early if there was no red head to try and keep them up chatting or something.
Bakugou knew his threat had Kirishima run for a safe place to spend the next few days. The redhead knew that Bakugou only ever got this irritated when he was about to start his rut. And Bakugou's alpha often chased Kirishima off normally. Adding an omega into the mix only made it worse. The fact Bakugou didn't rip Kirishima's when Sakaki was so happy that he had bought them food. The rational side of Bakugou's brain knew it was his friend being a nice person. He knew they would be tired and hungry after everything. But his alpha was pissed that his omega had been fed by another. And that she had been so happy about it.
He knew it would not be fair to get mad at Kirishima. But he was so pissed off. First he had fucked up. It had taken him far to long to take that large fucker down. And as such he had to trust Sakaki could take her own attacker while he and the other hero's took on the giant idiot. That had him worried about her. Though maybe it was something he should not have worried about since Sakaki had come out on top and won. But not without an injury. And Bakugou knew what a broken hand looked like but still Sakaki would have just gone home had he let her.
The urge to take care of his injured omega was making his alpha irritating. He couldn't keep her from getting hurt, he couldn't feed her once they were home. His skin was crawling as irritation nearly had his hands crackling as he waited for his own food to warm up. The beeping of the microwave drew his attention back to his food. Grabbing the container he stomped to the table where he threw himself into a seat and silently ate his food as he glared at the ramen. The first mouthful burned his tongue a little. He should have given the noodles a second or two to cool down but he was too angry to care.
Sakaki watched as Bakugou sat down and glared at his takeout container of noodles. One would almost think that someone had just handed him a bowl of steaming shit, not ramen from his favorite shop. She could not at all figure out what had him so upset. Taking a slow deep breath through her nose. His smokey scent was heavy. This was not the scent of sitting at a campfire in the middle of a summer night while roasting marshmallows. Someone may as well have set an entire forest on fire. A lingering stench of burnt sugar did not help the heavy scent.
He was clearly stressed. But why? Trying to read Bakugou was tricky. His shoulders were tense. She was pretty sure from across the kitchen she was able to watch a vein in his throat throb with each pulse of his racing heart. It was clear he was a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode. She wanted to know what was bothering him so much. But Bakugou had never been someone who would easily talk to others about his feelings. So how was she supposed to attempt to ask about what crawled up his ass, without getting the same reaction as earlier or even worse getting her head blown off.
Remembering the threatening growl he had given her before Kirishima ran off still had the muscles in her thighs tensing. She could feel her panties were still damp. She needed a shower and not just to wash away the filth from her earlier fight. As if it wasn't bad enough she had been cock blocked by work, and then broke her hand while fighting. Oh! Maybe that was his problem. Was Bakugou feeling pent up and pissed about being cock blocked and forced to wait? She knows it irritated her a little.
She had been expecting to get railed into the training mats back at the first training room at the agency. And it had been clear that Kirishima knew and planned to leave them be had it not been considered an emergency for those losers who tried to rob some stupid convenience store and then run for it. Then after stopping those idiots they get ambushed by two of Taoka's men which she had assumed were meant to come for her and Bakugou.
Sakaki could only assume the blonde was pissed because he had blue balls. Well if that was the case then there should be an easy way to fix that. She just needed to wait till after they ate their food and they both had some showers then maybe they could pick up where they had left off back at the agency. Maybe that would make the blonde less cranky. Yes she liked that idea.
Slurping up the last mouthful of her ramen noodles she chewed the noodles slowly as she watched Bakugou eat, he had yet to look up at her even though she knew he was aware that she was watching him. Oh well if he wanted to ignore her that was fine. She knew how to get sex out of him if she really tried. He was an alpha, a little self love in the shower and leaving the scent of her slick on her own body would be enough to get almost any alpha tailing an omega and horny.
Or maybe she should just invite him to shower with her? Though that was always annoying. Sex in the shower always seems like a fun time. But angles were never great. Not unless one wanted to risk slipping and falling. No thanks. Then there was the fact it was always a pain agreeing on the temperature. Though she had a feeling Bakugou may not mind if she wanted the temperature hot enough to rival his blasts. But still it was always a pain in the ass fighting to fit both bodies under the spray of water. And Bakugou was not some tiny man, if he blocked the water she would get nothing. Yeah no that did not at all sound appealing.
She took a deep a sip of her ramen broth before dumping the little remaining broth and rinsing out the container. Yeah sex after a solo shower.
"Hey Bakugou I'm gonna go hit the shower," she called out as she disposed of the clean take out container. She heard him give a huff as if to silently say he didn't care. She turned to watch his reaction to her next words as a shit eating smirk tugged at her lips, "let's fuck after."
She watched the blonde freeze up. Those brilliant deep red eyes shot up to look at her. He had been mid scoop of noodles trying to get them to his mouth. But his hand froze. The noodles dropped back down into his container. Broth splashed up from the container. Yeah that was a perfect reaction as she tried not to burst out into a heavy laugh. Was it really so odd that she made the comment? They fuck rather regularly. So what if she was asking for it this time. Rather than them fighting or something till things eventually just turn into sex anyways. Why beat around the bush? She was horny and he seemed pent up. He may not ask but she had no issues.
"Eat up quick, I won't be long. Though you may want to shower too?" She said her eyes traveled down to his bandaged side. The blood from his own body still stained the ripped material of his costume. Not waiting to see if he recovered she spun on her heel and dashed off towards the bathroom. The exhaustion she had felt on first returning home had vanished. With her belly full she had a new bount of energy. She planned to use it up fucking that wonderful blonde time bomb and then passing out to enjoy an early night.