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‘Mildly’ concerning noises weren’t a think to overhear in the dead of night on Shoji’s part, when you take into account who his floor neighbors were. Of course, his dorm was the only one that was on the same floor as the completely closeted, yet oh so painfully obvious, flirt city couple that their entire class shipped. Bakugo, and Kirishima. That alone was cause enough for earplugs. However, there were other causes of such disturbances, that he was sure weren’t known by most the others; besides, maybe, those friends who were closest to the blonde. The simple fact, without going into much detail, was that the boy had issues. Issues that showed themselves in full colors at night.
So to say waking up to a blood curdling scream wasn’t out of the ordinary was something. But to not only be deafened, but shook to his core by the, he’d openly describe as terrifying, explosions that belonged to their own Katsuki Bakugo was a whole other ballgame. And on that night, that’s exactly what had happened.
A villain attack was the first thing he was prepared for, as he came rushing out of his dorm fully prepared for a gruesome battle; only to be met by a choking cloud of smoke that filled the hallway in its entirety. That, and the panic filled pleas of his red headed friend, that were nearly completely drowned out by another set of bone chilling screams.
“Kirishima,” Shoji called out, as he grew increasingly worried, “what’s going on?!”
“Get the fire extinguisher!”
“No need,” that famous, always monotoned in some way, voice cut through the atmosphere right before a familiar frost smothered everything in the vicinity. Todoroki. Boy must’ve shot down those stairs like nobody’s business to get there as quick as he did.
“Stop touching it, for fucks sake, Katsuki,” Kirishima’s cries were desperate, and understandably so, when the air finally cleared. A thick coat of sticky, charred, blood covered the blonde’s face, and hands, “call Aizawa, or someone! Don’t just stand there!”
“Already on it,” Sero stuttered from just behind him. Their teachers voice buzzed through the phone, although he couldn’t understand what was being said; wasn’t on speaker.
“What the hell happened,” Shoji questioned, as he rushed into the room to help; a clean towel was picked up from the boy’s desk, and handed over to stop some of the bleeding.
The redhead heavily sighed, while actively trying to keep his composure, before nodding towards his frantic, flailing boyfriend, “hold him down, he won’t stop fighting. He can’t touch it, or he’ll make it worse with his fucking quirk…”
“Yeah,” those dupli arms sure came in handy in times like this, “okay.”
“LET GO A’ ME,” the blonde cried, as he swat so hard that he’d nearly knocked the masked boy on his ass.
“KATSUKI,” Kirishima screeched, while frantically trying to clean up what he could, “STOP! CALM DOWN, IT’S ME! YOU’RE SAFE!”
Minutes went by with no change, until their teachers finally arrived, paramedics in tow.
“Alright, what the hell —,” the man was stopped in his tracks at the sight of the scene, and immediately, he waved the crew into the room, “happened?”
“His quirk must’ve gone off,” his friend's composure was finally slipping, as a frantic sniff accompanied his words, “happens sometimes when he has, when he has nightmares and stuff… It’s never been this bad though.”
“Alright,” Aizawa’s voice echoed, “the rest of you, back to your dorms. This is handled. Your other classmates, and I will keep you informed. The less people here, the better,” the man’s glowing eyes turned back towards them, as he rushed close, until he was right in front of his student, “I’ll stop his quirk for now, so it’s not going off again.”
“Uh,” one of the paramedics stuttered, “one problem with that, Eraserhead.”
“And what is that,” the man’s hair fell back into place with the realization.
As the blood was cleared, and the wounds were cleaned, it became painfully obvious that, just as Kirishima had stated, this was definitely worse than normal. Much worse.
“Your quirk doesn’t work on someone if you can’t look them in the eyes, right,” the woman muttered, while pulling out an emergency quirk suppressant, which she quickly injected, before she began quick work of the bandaging, “he must’ve had his hands right up against his face when he set it off; there’s no salvaging his eyes. Hell, I doubt there’s anything left of ‘em at all.”
Tears officially wet Kirishima’s lashes, as his hands rubbed themselves against his boyfriends shoulders in comfort, “hun, it’s just the paramedics, okay? Calm down, they’re just trying to help. Stop fighting it...”
“Don’t bother,” she sighed, as she continued, “I don’t think he can hear you…”
“... What?”
As she finished her handiwork, she stood, and ushered them to help guide him out, “ear drums look blown out too,” their faces fell flat in shock, as she continued, “pretty sure the poor thing just made himself blind, and deaf… Hopefully they can fix it, but don’t get your hopes up. It doesn’t look good.”
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He hadn’t said a word since he’d woken up from surgery, Katsuki, he meant. Eijiro tried, but only a few times, until he finally, with a heavy heart, accepted their new ‘normal.’ The only small success they’d had thus far was when they figured out how to let him know who he was; it was the first time the redhead was actually glad to have the quirk he did. Made it a little easier.
So, for now, he simply sat, plastered, to the boy’s side whom he loved in secret; their hands entangled like vines on a decades old, brick building.
“Pardon me,” the sweet woman known by most as their very own Recovery Girl gave a polite knock to the door frame, before entering, “may I intrude?”
Eijiro nodded.
“How’s he doing?”
A shrug followed, “considering? Okay, I guess? Tired,” his voice fell flat with disappointment, “he wont answer me…”
The woman gave him the most encouraging smile that she could muster, before pulling a chair up to the opposite side of the bed, “you’re gonna have to give him time, dear. It‘s gonna be hard for a while, for everyone. This is a really big adjustment, to say the least. It’ll get better, alright? Slowly, but we’ll figure it out.”
Another nod was given to her in return, followed by the rise of an eyebrow at the sight of her next interaction with the blonde he was attached to. It was like magic. Where Eijiro, and the others struggled, she communicated with ease; as if it was as simple as breathing. Even better, was the fact that Katsuki had, no doubt, gotten the message.
She gave a tap to the boy’s left hand, before taking it slowly, and pulling it up to her very distinguishable, syringe hair piece; followed by forming her hand into a ‘thumbs up’ inside of his palm. He nodded not soon after.
Eijiro’s jaw dropped in complete, confused amazement.
“How’d you do that?”
“Ya’ just gotta get creative, dearie,” she mumbled, as she continued; she gave a tap to Katsuki’s chin, before she turned his head to face her’s. She gently tugged on the bandaging around the upper half of his face, and waited for a sign of approval. It was given in the form of another nod.
Eijiro almost didn’t want to look; the fear of what was hidden underneath was almost too much to bear. He knew the sight of it would make it real, and he wasn’t ready to face that yet; no doubt. But he watched anyway, as they were unraveled.
Scarring. A lot of it. Burn marks, discoloration, uneven skin, and more noticeable than anything were the hollow sockets that lived in the spots where those mesmerizing eyes used to be. The redhead was almost too taken aback to catch what she did next.
Her delicate hands took one of his, and pointed it towards his chest, before she gently covered his eyes, and then his ears.
A response was slow. Very much so. It took a good ten seconds, before Katsuki had even moved. When he did, he started with untangling his own hand from his boyfriends, before he slowly moved the both of them up in order to study what was now revealed.
He froze for a good while, with his fingers held over the empty sockets. His expression was near unreadable; sadness laid beneath.
Once he finally moved away from them, he immediately brought his hands right up to the sides of his head, and snapped. A shaken breath separated the action from the next, several claps; another bout of nothingness from him followed.
It was hard to watch.
And then, for the first time since that night, Katsuki actually reached out first. A hand was held out, until he found the old woman, most likely to make sure he had her attention, before he brought the other up to his throat. A concerned look accompanied a hesitant, vocal, question.
It was slurred, and muffled, sounding similarly to one speaking through a mouthful of mashed potatoes, understandably so; but understandable. To say the redhead’s eye’s grew glossy was an understatement.
“Can,” the blonde stuttered, “you hear me?”
Recovery girl put on a genuine smile, that was filled to the brim with joy, before giving him another confirming thumbs up. Katsuki returned it, along with a much more enthusiastic, and relieved nod.
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“So,” Momo stuttered, while her eyes, as well as the others, fixated on their blonde friend. It was the first time any of them had seen him since that night, “he’s…”
“Yes,” Kirishima responded bluntly, with a tight grip around Bakugo’s shoulders, “this isn’t some kind of prank. Why would I lie about this?”
The whole class was there in the common room. And yet, none of them were eager to speak.
“I didn’t say you were, Kirishima,” Momo continued shyly, “it’s just… hard to believe…”
What shocked the redhead even more was the fact that not even his closest friends' mouths dared to move. He shoved the thoughts past him, and aimed his attention towards the kitchen that stood behind his classmates.
“Yeah,” he muttered, as he adjusted his best friend's hand to hold onto his elbow, like Recovery Girl had shown him. Before that morning, he’d never even known there was a proper way to guide someone. There was so much to learn, and he hadn’t even breached the surface, “I know.”
“We’re in the common room,” Katsuki’s voice startled him, and by the looks of it, the others too, “right?”
He tapped the boy’s hand once. ‘Yes.’ They’d put a simple code in place for now, until they could all learn that special form of sign language that was made for blind deaf individuals. One tap for yes, two for no. It worked.
“‘Kay,” the boy nodded, as he let himself be led to the kitchen island, and sat down where he was asked to, “the other idiots here too, I assume?”
Another single tap was given, before the redhead parted in order to put something together.
“What’re the taps for,” Uraraka muttered in an incredibly intrigued tone, as she, and a few of the others, inched themselves around the blonde in question.
“One for yes, two for no,” Kirishima gave the information without looking back, “if it’s not yes or no, just try to get creative. There’s really no easy way to talk to him right now,” he perked up, and gave them a glance, before pulling out a few packages of ramen, “oh, and I know it sounds stupid, but like. If you don’t make it obvious, then he’s not gonna know who the fuck you are. So like. Make it obvious.”
With that, he went back to making the only food he knew how to cook. And just as he thought of the most important warning he’d forgotten to mention, said reaction flooded his ears before he could even open his mouth.
Cries of agony, a ground shaking ‘thud’, laughs all around, and a deeply annoyed, yet concerned sigh all echoed behind him, before that familiar, completely done, and yet, incredibly concerned tone mumbled out, “... do… I even wanna know who I just yeeted across the room?”
“Um,” the offended tears of their own pikachu put tears into his own eyes; tears of absolute joy, because that was funny as fuck, “ow! I just wanted a hug from my bro for fucks sake!”
“I’m sorry,” Kirishima huffed, while trying not to die, “I forgot.”
“Forgot what!?”
Gods, the absolute confused panic on his boyfriend's face wasn’t even processed through Kaminari’s obnoxious whining, “I forgot to tell you not to scare him.”
“HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT?!”
RIP: Kirishima Eijiro
“I’m only gonna ask one more time,” Katsuki muttered through folded hands, “who’s shit did I just absolutely wreck?”
At least something lightened the mood. And that something ended up ripping the awkward silence right off of their stunned classmates.
Uraraka, before even attempting in fear of being yeeted as well, looked at their dying Kirishima for any sort of help.
She got none, “hey, don’t look at me. I’m not an expert at this,” he chuckled, “I’d have bruises all over me if it weren’t for my quirk, okay?! It’s trial and error!”
That girl eyed him with murder in her eyes, before getting those battle skills ready. Her breath was held in the most obnoxious way possible, before she inched her hand out, and tapped that explosive one a few times.
And holy shit, it worked! She didn’t get yeeted!
“What,” poor Katsuki sounded so done.
“Ah,” the thought bubbles in her head worked so desperately hard, before she decided on a complete, and utter risk, “fuck it.”
Before anyone could question her, those magic finger pads of hers reached out to touch the back of his hand. And poof! Now they had a floating Bakugo.
She was quick to dodge his swing, and held her laughter inside as he spat, “okay I GET IT! Put me DOWN Pink Cheeks!”
With that, the request was met with a thud, as he fell to the flood after she touched her fingertips together to release her quirk.
“Ahhhhh,” a pained muffle came out of him, as he laid on the floor, “I fucking hate your quirk… so I take it, you're the one I yeeted?”
“Ah,” she crouched down onto the floor next to him after it became apparent that he had no intentions of getting up, “no,” she spoke, while giving him the corresponding code, and then tracing a lightning bolt onto the back of his hand.
A good sized chuckle left him, “I’m not surprised.”
“Hey!”
“He’s not wrong, Kaminari,” the pink girl chuckled right along with her new friend, “I don’t know why you thought a hug was the best thing to do in that situation.”
“I wanted a hug,” he cried, as he mopilly crawled over, and zapped his pom pom friend, who flinched in response, before he absolutely sighed into tomorrow.
“Yes, hello dumbass.”
“Fuck you, I’m hugging you now,” Kaminari sniffed, and seemed to have no sense of care for his own health, as he laid himself right ontop of the other blondes chest.
The best part was the fact that Bakugo seemed so incredibly fine with it. Didn’t flinch, didn’t say a word. Just let it happen.
“Bro how are you not dead,” Uraraka nearly lost her shit in awe.
Sero decided to scooch over, rip some tape off, slap it on his bro’s arm, rip it off, laugh at his bro’s complaints, and finally lay right on top of his bro right next to his other bro, before answering her amazed question, “we cuddle all the time. Cuz the homies always kiss the homies goodnight.”
“What the fuck?”
“What the fuck, yourself,” Mina screeched, before plowing though the crowd in order to be included, “back away bitch, it’s cuddle time,” that pink girl quite literally snatched up both of those murder mittens, and nearly impaled them with those cute little horns ontop of her head. It got the cutest giggle out of their usually, always angry boy; which got them a whole lot of weird stares all around.
“Well, well, well. The feral raccoon appears.”
“Yay,” she screeched, before she collapsed.
“Please don’t tell me you all actually kiss each other goodnight,” Mineta gauged.
In response, Sero, out of spite, leaned down, and pecked Bakugo on the cheek. No retaliation came out of the boy, “yes.”
To keep the game going, and because he was honestly jealous, Kaminari did the same to Sero, “yay!”
Mina followed suit, and booked her ass into the kitchen, in order to smooch their precious redhead on the cheek as well, “want me to give one to your man,” she whispered in a manner that the others wouldn’t be able to hear.
He mimicked her tone, “yes please.”
“Sweet,” she smirked, yeeted herself across the room once more, and smooched the bandaged blonde not once, not twice, but at least a good seven times, before she was finally swatted away with a half assed grumble.
“I’m literally gonna throw up,” grape bitch hurled, as if he made his words come true out of spite. The most unfortunate part for the whole lot of them just so happened to be where said vomit was aimed.
The stomach turning liquid that came out of that boy that had a stench so thick that they’d be able to smell it outside of the dorms projectiled in a near impossible manner, and sprayed itself onto the dogpile like the most disgusting icing.
And of course, their injured, unsuspecting puppy got the brunt of it.
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“DUDE,” Midoriya shoved Mineta out of the way, and plowed his way to the front of the crowd in order to assist the sufferers of the puke attack, “not cool! Here,” he helped the blonde up, and out of the slippery puddle of grossness safely.
“Mineta, you’re fucking disgusting,” Mina spat, “like, seriously?!”
“What the,” Kirishima was there not a few moments later; his boyfriend’s hands were immediately grabbed in order to prevent him from touching his face the second he’d gotten there, “god damnit…” two probably more intense than they needed to be taps were given to said hands.
“What’s wrong,” the green haired boy questioned.
“The fucking bandages are soaked,” he mumbled.
The grape hadn’t seemed to have gotten the message that he had been banned from the room, and snarked, “big deal, then change ‘em. It’s just throw up. The princess will be fine, my god.”
“Someone get that fucking prick out of here, please,” Kirishima spat right back, as he led Katsuki into he nearby bathroom.
“Gladly,” Sero deadpanned. A taped up Mineta was soon removed from the situation.
The others, however, followed the fuming redhead; all very concerned, and eager to help.
“Is there something you need us to do,” Iida questioned.
“Um,” he muttered, “yeah, could you get the first aid kit from the kitchen? Or wherever it is? Or, actually no. I have supplies in my backpack. I left it by the front door. Please, and thank you?”
“On it,” he bowed, and sprinted off.
Kirishima was quick to add on to the other three puke covered individuals, “you guys can go shower. We’ve got it.”
“Oh thank you. This is gonna take forever to get out of my hair,” Mina sighed, “take care of my babe please?”
“Always.”
Midoriya was right there next to his friend. His voice was careful, but confident at the same time, “for real though. Is everything okay?”
That poor boy was so obviously frustrated, and worried with his answer, “no…”
“Just let me know what you need me to do, okay?”
A sigh preceded him, “yeah… thanks. Um, can you just make sure he keeps his damn curious hands from touching his face, while I get some washcloths or something?”
“Of course,” he took the boy’s hands from Kirishima, “am I allowed to ask why?”
“It’s not healed all the way yet, and those damn quirk suppressants don’t last long on him. The last thing we want is for it to get infected, and that lovely explosive sweat of his is most definitely not good for the healing process.”
“Oh,” he nodded, “makes sense.”
“Backpack has been retrieved,” Iida announced, and rushed it over. Kirishima bowed slightly in thanks, and quickly got to work.
To say the room grew dead silent, and stunned in their boots at the sight of what laid underneath those bandages would be an understatement.
The redhead simply sighed in a pained manner, before answering their unasked questions, “yeah, I know… it’s bad.”
“Oh Kacchan…”
“Yeah,” Kirishima mumbled, nearing the point of numbness, “his hearing, they think he could qualify for cochlear implants, but his eyes, um, there’s ah,” he explained as he worked on disinfecting the soiled wounds on Katsuki’s face, “nothing they can do besides help him adjust. Teach him braille, and all, and what not. Good news thought, they have this special deaf blind sign language that’ll help wonders with talking to him,” clean bandages were finally back in place, “and he’s smart as hell. I have no doubt he’ll pick it up in no time. It would help a lot if you all learned it for him too. I know it would mean a lot to him.”
A chorus of agreements came from every one of them that stood in that bathroom.
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“DUDE,” Midoriya shoved Mineta out of the way, and plowed his way to the front of the crowd in order to assist the sufferers of the puke attack, “not cool! Here,” he helped the blonde up, and out of the slippery puddle of grossness safely.
“Mineta, you’re fucking disgusting,” Mina spat, “like, seriously?!”
“What the,” Kirishima was there not a few moments later; his boyfriend’s hands were immediately grabbed in order to prevent him from touching his face the second he’d gotten there, “god damnit…” two probably more intense than they needed to be taps were given to said hands.
“What’s wrong,” the green haired boy questioned.
“The fucking bandages are soaked,” he mumbled.
The grape hadn’t seemed to have gotten the message that he had been banned from the room, and snarked, “big deal, then change ‘em. It’s just throw up. The princess will be fine, my god.”
“Someone get that fucking prick out of here, please,” Kirishima spat right back, as he led Katsuki into he nearby bathroom.
“Gladly,” Sero deadpanned. A taped up Mineta was soon removed from the situation.
The others, however, followed the fuming redhead; all very concerned, and eager to help.
“Is there something you need us to do,” Iida questioned.
“Um,” he muttered, “yeah, could you get the first aid kit from the kitchen? Or wherever it is? Or, actually no. I have supplies in my backpack. I left it by the front door. Please, and thank you?”
“On it,” he bowed, and sprinted off.
Kirishima was quick to add on to the other three puke covered individuals, “you guys can go shower. We’ve got it.”
“Oh thank you. This is gonna take forever to get out of my hair,” Mina sighed, “take care of my babe please?”
“Always.”
Midoriya was right there next to his friend. His voice was careful, but confident at the same time, “for real though. Is everything okay?”
That poor boy was so obviously frustrated, and worried with his answer, “no…”
“Just let me know what you need me to do, okay?”
A sigh preceded him, “yeah… thanks. Um, can you just make sure he keeps his damn curious hands from touching his face, while I get some washcloths or something?”
“Of course,” he took the boy’s hands from Kirishima, “am I allowed to ask why?”
“It’s not healed all the way yet, and those damn quirk suppressants don’t last long on him. The last thing we want is for it to get infected, and that lovely explosive sweat of his is most definitely not good for the healing process.”
“Oh,” he nodded, “makes sense.”
“Backpack has been retrieved,” Iida announced, and rushed it over. Kirishima bowed slightly in thanks, and quickly got to work.
To say the room grew dead silent, and stunned in their boots at the sight of what laid underneath the bandages would be an understatement.
The redhead simply sighed in a pained manner, before answering their unasked questions, “yeah, I know… it’s bad.”
“Oh Kacchan…”
“Yeah,” Kirishima mumbled, nearing the point of numbness, “his hearing, they think he could qualify for cochlear implants, but his eyes, um, there’s ah,” he explained as he worked on disinfecting the soiled wounds on Katsuki’s face, “nothing they can do besides help him adjust. Teach him braille, and all, and what not. Good news thought, they have this special deaf blind sign language that’ll help wonders with talking to him,” clean bandages were finally back in place, “and he’s smart as hell. I have no doubt he’ll pick it up in no time. It would help a lot if you all learned it for him too. I know it would mean a lot to him.”
A chorus of agreement came from every one of them that stood in that bathroom.
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