[ Thanks to the nurses, Midoriya's lock screen and his home screen are both pictures of them together. It's ridiculous but Bakugou hasn't noticed yet so Midoriya isn't going to call any more attention to it than he absolutely needs to. It's...cute. Bakugou's face smooths out when he's sleeping and he looks younger, softer. It's the kind of photos that he hopes they're going to be able to take someday when Bakugou's awake, but that's still a work in progress and he knows it.
In the meantime, Bakugou is discharged to his apartment, with the strict instructions of making certain he doesn't tear any stitches. For some reason the nurse from earlier levels a look at him, points, and tells him to make sure which okay, fine, that's valid but it's not like Bakugou's going to listen to him, not really.
They take a cab to Bakugou's place where Midoriya tells him he knows he's not going to follow any of the instructions but like, at least try? Maybe? He vanishes a few hours to get things like food and anything else that Bakugou doesn't have readily available, along with his laptop and a few other miscellaneous things from his apartment. On his way back he buys two more bags of groceries and supplies, so by the time he's back in Bakugou's apartment his arms are full and while he's not straining it's weird to feel like a piece of himself is missing. Maybe missing isn't the right word; it's not a bad feeling, but it feels like there's a thread, something connecting him to Bakugou. Did All Might feel this too, with him?
It's not something he can ask so he shoves it down and focuses on unpacking. Grocery bags are put in the kitchen and Midoriya tugs something else out of the bag - a massive, soft blanket which he casually drops on top of Bakugou's head on the way back into the kitchen. ]
I'm going to make dinner, do you want anything in particular? [ A pause, considering. ] I'm not making hot pockets for dinner, just so you know.
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Date: 2018-11-24 12:26 am (UTC)In the meantime, Bakugou is discharged to his apartment, with the strict instructions of making certain he doesn't tear any stitches. For some reason the nurse from earlier levels a look at him, points, and tells him to make sure which okay, fine, that's valid but it's not like Bakugou's going to listen to him, not really.
They take a cab to Bakugou's place where Midoriya tells him he knows he's not going to follow any of the instructions but like, at least try? Maybe? He vanishes a few hours to get things like food and anything else that Bakugou doesn't have readily available, along with his laptop and a few other miscellaneous things from his apartment. On his way back he buys two more bags of groceries and supplies, so by the time he's back in Bakugou's apartment his arms are full and while he's not straining it's weird to feel like a piece of himself is missing. Maybe missing isn't the right word; it's not a bad feeling, but it feels like there's a thread, something connecting him to Bakugou. Did All Might feel this too, with him?
It's not something he can ask so he shoves it down and focuses on unpacking. Grocery bags are put in the kitchen and Midoriya tugs something else out of the bag - a massive, soft blanket which he casually drops on top of Bakugou's head on the way back into the kitchen. ]
I'm going to make dinner, do you want anything in particular? [ A pause, considering. ] I'm not making hot pockets for dinner, just so you know.