::In which Bakugou causes a massive avalanche and pays the price for his mistake. He and Kirishima must survive trapped in a cave until class A finds them::
Bakugou awoke to pain. His head was pounding, his back was on fire, but his arms—dammit, his arms hurt.
He tried to speak, to call out for Kirishima. He needed to know he was okay, that he’d survived. He needed to see those red eyes looking back at him. He needed to say I love you one more time.
“K-Kiri—shima…” he managed. He tried to flip himself onto his stomach, but the pain in his arms that flared when he attempted to use them was excruciating. He couldn’t stop himself from crying out.
This whole mess was all Bakugou’s fault. He’d been an idiot, and now his whole class could be in danger. Some of them could even be dead because of him.
It was supposed to be a simple training exercise. Aizawa had brought the class to a secluded mountain a couple hours from UA. They were all given backpacks with everything they’d need to survive the harsh, freezing climates if anything were to happen, but he said they wouldn’t need them. Their teacher had been so wrong.
It was just a game of capture the flag. Piece of cake, right? The class was split into two teams and either had to hide their flag somewhere within their zone. Once they saw the glow of the red flare shoot into the sky, that marked the start of the exercise. They had three hours to retrieve the opposing team’s flag and cross the border back to their territory.
Bakugou and Kirishima were placed on opposite teams, much to Bakugou’s dislike. He didn’t complain though. He wasn’t that clingy.
It was when he’d had a run in with that IcyHot bastard and Deku that things went south fast. He should’ve thought better than to use his quirk on the side of a snowy mountain. He’d caused a massive avalanche, jeopardizing everyone’s safety, all because he wanted to win.
He remembered seeing Half and Half throw up a barricade of ice to save himself and Deku, but Bakugou was too far away for it to protect him. He’d fallen victim to the plummeting wall of snow, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Using his quirk again would only make things worse.
The last thing he saw was a flash of red before he tumbled over the side of a cliff, then everything went black.
He just hoped everyone else was okay. That they hadn’t been hurt because of his fuckup. Some hero he was, eh?
Now he was here, surrounded by darkness and cold, with no idea where he was or how to get back to his classmates. He was in too much pain to get up and it was too dark to see the damage. His eyes stung but—goddammit—Bakugou Katsuki was not about to cry.
He tensed when suddenly there was blinding light assaulting his eyes, followed by a voice—a manly voice that made every muscle in his body relax. His brain melted with relief.
“Katsuki! Babe, oh god, I’m so glad you’re awake. I’ve been so worried.”
Kirishima turned the flashlight away from his face but kept it trained on Bakugou’s body to assess his injuries. With the faint glow, Bakugou could just barely make out his boyfriend’s face, but there was one prominent feature that stuck out like a sore thumb.
“Ei, you’re bleeding,” Bakugou stated. Blood soaked half of Kirishima’s face, coming from a gash hidden within his hair.
“It’s nothing,” Kirishima answered, waving it off. “Head wounds bleed a lot. Just a cut. It’s you I’m worried about.”
Bakugou scowled. “What’s wrong with me?”
“Well, for starters, you have two broken arms.”
That explained a lot. Both arms out of commission? That made things a lot more complicated. Getting out just got a lot harder.
“Shit,” Bakugou cursed. “Do you know where we are?”
“A cave,” the redhead explained. He pulled his emergency backpack over and pulled out some bandages and gauze. “We fell pretty far, but I managed to drag you in here before we were crushed by the avalanche. Now the problem is we’re snowed in.”
Bakugou frowned. “What about our communicators? Did you contact Aizawa yet?”
Kirishima pursed his lips. “I tried. The signal is too weak in here. I’m just hoping our trackers still work.”
Bakugou let out a breath, and he could see it cloud above him in the cool air. If they stayed here too long, they’d freeze to death. He figured they had a few hours at best.
“Here,” Kirishima said as he tugged his jacket off. Bakugou was about to protest when he took his shirt off too, but he immediately pulled the coat back on and zipped it up. He started tearing the shirt. “I’m going to make you a couple of slings for your arms.”
Bakugou held his tongue. Kirishima was the most caring person he’d ever known. He was literally giving the blond the shirt off his back. How Bakugou landed someone like him was beyond his comprehension.
Once the slings were all said and done, getting them on Bakugou was a whole other story. Kirishima helped him sit up, but the pain in his spine was absolutely awful, to put it lightly.
“Ah!” Bakugou gasped as the first sling was tightened. His arm throbbed painfully in the aftermath. Kirishima had a guilty look on his face that Bakugou didn’t like.
“Just one more time, Kats. We’re almost done.”
Bakugou chewed on his lip. He let Kirishima continue to wrap another piece of cloth under his other arm and tie it off. This one didn’t hurt as bad as the last.
“Finished!” Kirishima exclaimed. He looked so relieved to have it over. “Alright, next I’m going to try and make a fire. Hopefully there’s something around here I can burn.”
Kirishima pulled the thin sleeping bag from his backpack and unfurled it. “You should get in here. You’re not going to be doing much moving around and you won’t be producing enough body heat, so we need to keep you warm.”
Bakugou kept his mouth shut as he allowed Kirishima to help him into the sleeping bag. It was designed to insulate body heat even in freezing temperatures, so they wouldn’t have to worry too much about hypothermia.
Except Bakugou was worried because he’d lost his own backpack somewhere during the fall and this was their only insulated sleeping bag.
Kirishima took the flashlight and searched the cave for flammables, only coming up with a small pile of sticks and dead leaves. It would last them maybe an hour.
“Back up,” Bakugou said. “I’ll light ‘em up.”
“No you won’t,” Kirishima retorted. “You’re only going to hurt your arms worse. I’ve got matches, dude. Just relax.”
There was no way Bakugou was just going to relax. He’d gotten them into this disaster and now he couldn’t even help to get them out of it. He was forced to rely on Kirishima, who deserved better than such a shitty boyfriend.
“Hey,” Kirishima said then, kneeling beside Bakugou. He placed a calloused hand on his cheek. “I can see you beating yourself up. Stop feeling guilty.”
“It’d really help me if you didn’t injure yourself more than you already are,” Kirishima chuckled. “Listen, the others will find us and everyone will be fine. You should lie down and get some rest.”
“I’m not going to leave you alone, Shitty Hair.”
Kirishima sighed, but a small smile remained on his lips. He gently kissed Bakugou on the forehead and stood again. “I know how stubborn you are so I won’t push it. You should rest though.”
“Not tired,” Bakugou mumbled.
“Then are you hungry? I have a thermos of soup and some Gatorade.”
He shook his head. “We should save it. We don’t know how long we’ll be stuck here.”
Kirishima nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.”
He swiped a match against his boot and a small flame burst to life. The twigs caught fire easily, and soon Bakugou could feel the warmth on his skin. Kirishima sat beside him so Bakugou could lean on him as they nestled together. Bakugou ended up using Kirishima’s lap as a pillow while the redhead fiddled with the communicator.
Bakugou could feel his eyes drooping shut as he slowly sank into sleep.
Yes yes I hope you guys liked it! Kinda short and the next couple parts will probably be too. This was supposed to be a one-shot but of course I can’t help myself. Anywho, hope you have a swell day ! ~
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