[English Translation] Please, hold on...🥀 (BNHA Fanfic, Kiribaku)

Chapter 7

(Image of the chapter from @/belmeran on Instagram) 

(Kirishima's POV)

- 4 days later -

I've been living with Bakugo for four days... and it seems to me that not a second has passed since we were in the dorms!

Sometimes he yells at me just like when we were studying together...

We have so much fun! We shop together, we cook together and we also watched a lot of movies!

Meanwhile, he informed me that for now he too has taken a sort of "break" from work. He runs his agency from home so he can keep an eye on me and be around me in case of an emergency.

In these 4 days I also visited many other places: we visited the park where our gang meets in early summer to inaugurate the season with a picnic, the various apartments of my friends where we spent the best evenings (half drunk even!) and much more.

It's a bit like when in a video game you unlock a new area to visit. By now the only areas still blocked are my accident and... My coma. Generally, also Bakugo area. I am very sure that a part of my consciousness could sense what was happening around it during the coma... I know because I have a tiny memory where I was looking out at my own body.

Surreal, but true. It's a clear memory, I can't go wrong and confuse it for a dream.

For Bakugo... Well I don't really know what to think. By now I'm sure he's hiding something, something very important as well... he would have told me immediately otherwise...

In addition, a problem is arising: pain.

Both physical and mental. Nights have become sleepless for me and I wake up every morning with a very strong headache and a strange uneasy feeling...

Memories also appear to me at night and they hurt even more than during the day. Luckily, they're not bad memories, but they do make my head strain a lot.

I didn't tell Bakugo not to worry him... It's already a lot if he looks after me... In addition he also deprived himself to kick criminal asses for me... I don't want to give him too much to think about.

Meanwhile, I try to think about the positive side: I'm spending a lot of time with my Bakubro! He taught me some new recipes...

I also try to help out at home, doing what is most accessible to me, like vacuuming or washing dishes after a meal.

It is the minimum to repay the hospitality and care of Bakugo...

My thoughts are interrupted by the music of the closing credits of the movie we were watching.

Ah... I missed the end, damn!

"Hey, Bakugo-"

I turn around to see Bakugo resting on my shoulder.

Poor thing... He must be very tired. He's been working like a mule recently to run the agency...

I gently move him from my shoulder, making him rest on the sofa's armrest. I turn off the TV and put the remote in place. Meanwhile I see him curl up and close in a ball.

He's cold... Well, we're still in the beginning of March... It's normal.

I find a warm blanket from the appropriate cabinet in the corner and cover him with it. I immediately see him curling up in the blanket, which means he's better now.

"Good night Bakugo..." I whisper, laying a hand in his ash blond hair and gently ruffling it.

Going back over my memories, I noticed that a growing feeling has made its way inside me through the years... The simple friendship that I thought I had with Bakugo before is obviously turning into something else, without either of us noticing. I did notice a slight change in my behavior towards him over the years, but I never realized that what I felt for him was love... I think I finally understood that I had feelings for him before the accident... but maybe, because of the latter, I forgot.