Kiribaku One-Shots

Cramp

Notes: fluffy pro hero boys, slight references to sexy times, they're already together.

Prompt: Bakugou is injured and needs help getting changed.

Words: 1,334

What was he thinking? Bakugou had always been a bit reckless, but this was something else entirely. He couldn't grip anything properly at all, his hands were completely sore and irritated. Not to mention how stiff he was walking considering almost every muscle in his body was somehow cramped and tense. His shoulders looked specifically bad.

"Holy crap, man!" Kirishima exclaimed as soon as Bakugou walked into his office. He was in pretty good shape considering what he fought, not having many visible physical scuffs. That villain's quirk clearly wasn't a good match, but the blonde probably pushed himself beyond again. "Have you not been given the day off yet‽"

"Yeah... but I can't... exactly get out of my costume." A sigh escaped his lips as he rolled his eyes, already absolutely hating where this was going. Asking for help, he'd never get used to it, no matter who it was.

"Do you have to before you leave?" The red head asked, now standing up to be at a similar level to the blonde.

"Obviously. If I don't get out of it now then I'll be stuck in it at home until you're back to fucking help."

"Oh, right, yeah. That makes sense, actually."

Kirishima couldn't help but trace his eyes over every bit of visible skin he could, to scan for any sort of new physical blemish or potential scar he would have to apply to memory.

"So are you gonna come and help me then or what‽" Bakugou shouted, sick of the way this routine was just carried out whenever they saw each other after work to confirm that they weren't hurt too bad.

"Yeah, I'm coming."

They left the office together and began walking to the changing/locker room, being interrupted a couple of times by people asking what had happened, or one time when an intern had panicked at the sight of the number two and four heroes just casually walking around and he had started complimenting them an unnecessary amount.

'I like that kid' Bakugou muttered after, the cocky smirk on his face rising even though he was still in a shit ton of pain.

As they entered the room, the sound of a shower could be heard, potentially someone who just came back from the mission with Bakugou, meaning it was probably either Kaminari or Iida.

Luckily, the bigger aspect of his costume was taken off, the grenades that normally sat on his forearms. The long gloves were gone too, so he'd probably already had help with that.

They walked to Bakugou's locker and Kirishima pulled out his clothes, setting them to the side.

The red head reached behind the blonde's ears and unclipped the mask his 'butterflies' were attached to, gently tugging them over his ears and away from his face, moving to place the mask inside of the locker.

Bakugou found himself blushing at the softness, absolutely hating this silence as the only sound they could really hear was the low hum of someone in the shower and the water hitting the floor.

"You don't have to be so fucking gentle with me." He cussed out. Normally he would've folded his arms and scowled, but that whole thing would've taken too much painful effort.

"Hey, I don't wanna hurt you even more!"

Kirishima then got on his knees and directed his attention to the blonde's boots, undoing the straps before slowly slipping them off, one by one as Katsuki had to lift his legs as far as he could without cursing out of the ache.

"Have you not been to see recovery girl?" The red head then asked, still kneeled in front of Bakugou.

"Not yet. Suggested I get dressed first so I'm not sleeping in my hero costume. Said she can't do much anyway." Katsuki found that he couldn't really look Eijirou in the eye while he was in that position, or his mind would be dragged into the gutter and he knew he wouldn't really be able to help it.

Kirishima hummed in response, taking the knee pads off before bringing his hands up to the belt that held the blonde's pants up. He leaned forward to get a better look at the mechanism, considering it was a little fiddly to get off, especially from this angle.

"F-fucking hell, this looks lewd. Do ya have to be so damn close?" Bakugou commented, purposefully not saying it too loud so he wouldn't alarm whoever was showering.

"Yes, I do! I can't see the locks otherwise."

Almost as if it was just to make Katsuki blush heavier, Kirishima moved forward again, resting his forehead against the blonde's lower stomach.

"I swear to god-"

"I'm not doing it on purpose, I swear!" Eijirou laughed, though his plead didn't exactly sound genuine.

After managing to finally loosen the belt up, the pants fell down a bit on their own, meaning that the blonde didn't need too much help to step out of them.

Now left in just his underwear and his tight costume shirt, the chill in the air got to him as he shivered. Kirishima wasted no time before grabbing the sweatpants he was sure were his own before slowly pulling them up the blonde's legs.

It was like he was purposefully taking his time the further up he got, looking up to smirk mischievously.

"When we get home I'm going to fucking-" Katsuki spoke through gritted teeth, a flush of pink creeping up his neck.

"You're not gonna be doing anything besides resting in this state." After pulling the pants to rest just under Katsuki's waist and tightening them by the front strings, Kirishima stood up, ready to attempt to take the top half off.

"Stop being a damn tease, then," Bakugou muttered, not making eye contact with Kirishima who was now looking down at him.

"Right, so... this isn't gonna be easy. Why'd you choose such a tight top, dude?" The red head began rolling up what he could at the bottom but struggled once getting past the slender waist and closer to his broad chest and shoulders. "You can't really lift your arms, can you?"

"Shut up, don't act like you're never staring. Just use your damn quirk if it's too hard, I've got more."

Eijirou shrugged at the suggestion, lightly sending his quirk to his right pointer finger. Then he slowly dragged it upwards, trying not to graze the blonde's skin- mostly because he'd probably take that as more teasing.

What used to be the shirt dropped to the floor as Eijirou grabbed the extremely oversized black one from the locker. He placed it over the blonde's head and tried to drag it down so that he could easily put his arms through the respective holes.

"Fuck-" Katsuki hissed, clenching his eyes as he managed it.

"What was the villain's quirk, anyway?" The red head asked, picking the almost forgotten about knee pads and hero pants up and placing them in the locker.

"Some muscle manipulation thing. Decided to cramp most of my muscles, mostly upper half. Got it damn boosted and held it all on me so it'll take time for my muscles to relax again. Recovery hag can only do so much. Doesn't help that the adrenaline is gone."

Eijirou frowned, able to see the distress in the blonde's eyes. If it felt anything like the day after an intense workout, which it seemed to be much more intense than, he really couldn't help but feel sorry.

"Sounds like you'll be needing a nice massage when I get back then."

Bakugou rolled his eyes, clearly fed up that he couldn't just have that right this instant.

"Stop talking or I'll drag you back with me."

"You best be heading to the infirmary, then. The sooner you're home, the sooner you can rest."

The blonde leaned forward, closing his eyes as he placed a firm kiss on Eijirou's lips, pulling away a second later.

"Don't be late."

"Wouldn't dream of it."