"Kacchan."

Katsuki dragged his distracted gaze upwards and his vision slipped in and out of focus as he watched the blur above him. It took him longer than he would have liked to recognise the green hair only inches away. With a voice that barely left his lips, he spoke, "What are you doing here, Deku?"

Izuku gave a sigh of relief at the response, and kneeled down next to his childhood friend. He kept his voice low, not wanting to spook him in any way. "Kirishima said you were hurt."

"How would that shitty hair know?" Just as soon as he had said this, Katsuki leaned forward and vomited, blood and bile burning his throat as the putrid mixture further stained his torn clothes.

Ignoring the mess, Izuku moved to crouch next to the boy, rubbing his back as he retched into his lap. He looked up to the redhead who was chewing on his knuckle with enough force to break the skin in multiple places. "We have to take him to Recovery Girl."

His statement made Kirishima fall out of his daze and stare at the scene in front of him. He tore his hand from his mouth to speak, his voice nearing a whimper. "We can't. I'm the reason he's like this." Looking up, Midoriya opened and closed his mouth like a fish, trying to form a reply. "I'm serious Midoriya, this is all my fault."

"What do you mean?" Izuku was helping Katsuki lay his head on his shoulder. They both knew that if the explosive boy was aware of what was going on, he would not allow this movement for a second.

What happened to him?

Kirishima looked away in embarrassment before whispering, "It's my fault he was hit by that quirk."

"Bastard, stop talking," Bakugou hissed through gritted teeth. "Hurts… hurts bad."

Those words drove into Izuku's skull like a drill. "Kirishima, we have to get Kacchan to Recovery Girl. He's in pain."

After a moment, Kirishima Eijirou finally seemed to pull himself together. "I'm sorry Bakugou."

He bent down to Izuku's level, and pulled the blond's arm around his shoulders, aiding in heaving him to his feet. This simple action caused Katsuki to grind his teeth together to hold back a howl of pain that washed over every muscle in his body. His bones felt to be molten lava, yet his blood was ice, resulting in every movement to be more painful than the last.

It wasn't until the the heroes arrived at the nurses office that Bakugou finally fell unconscious, his body no longer able to handle the immense pain he was forced to bare.

~~~~~

"He was hit with a quirk that heightened all his senses to a point of destruction." Recovery Girl spoke in a hushed whisper in an attempt to keep Bakugou asleep. "His body, suddenly receiving extreme levels of what the senses can take in, was forced to shut down. The effects of the quirk are wearing off, but it was certainly a painful way to lose a battle."

Kirishima said nothing, only nodded his head silently in response. He still hadn't explained how his friend had been hit in the first place. He didn't know how to, especially with the reminder that he was the reason behind it was ringing through his head.

"Please don't tell anyone about this." Kirishima heard Izuku speaking, and forced himself to pay attention to the conversation. "Kacchan wouldn't be happy if people found out."

Recovery girl sighed, "I have to tell the teachers, but I promise you that none of the students will know." She looked over to the sleeping boy in the bed beside them. He had a pained look twisted into his features. "I know that boy is sensitive. After being captured by villains, it won't do for everyone to know he was hit by a quirk that defeated him in battle."

This is when she looked Kirishima square in the eyes. "What were you boys doing?"

Kirishima's stomach churned as he knew he would be unable to hide anything from the pro hero before him. After a breath, he began to tell the embarrassing tale.

"Bakugou and I were out, I made him join me on my morning run." He scratched the back of his neck, feeling his fingers become tangled in the end strands of his hair. "We were passing a store and someone was trying to break in. Bakugou wanted to ignore it, and we probably should have. It was only petty theft."

Recovery girl spoke during his pause, "A hero does not ignore a crime, no matter how minor."

Kirishima took a step toward Bakugou's bed. "That's what I said, so we went to stop him." This is when he faltered, not quite knowing how to finish, but a small nod from Midoriya gave him the courage to continue. "But then the villain saw us and hit him with his quirk. Bakugou didn't even get a chance to fight. And I-" he faltered.

"And you stopped to help Kacchan instead of going after the villain." Midoriya finished for him.

Kirishima nodded. "Neither of us did anything, we lost before we even started."

"You did the right thing boys, bringing him here." Recovery Girl was nodding as she spoke, not showing the slightest amount of amusement. This helped Kirishima relax a little. Perhaps the situation wasn't as embarrassing as he had previously thought. Midoriya looked nothing but concerned for the boy laying next to them, even with the knowledge in his head that Bakugou would be okay.

"I will go and tell your teachers now of Bakugou's condition, though he will be well enough to go to class with the rest of you students." With these words, Recovery Girl ushered the two boys out the door and into the hallway. She shut the door behind them and began walking towards the faculty room. "You boys best return to your dorms."

The moment the door had shut and the sound of footsteps had faded away, Bakugou opened his eyes and pulled himself into a sitting position.

"That damn hair for brains," he muttered in irritation, "Now stupid Deku knows everything." He stretched his arms above his head, testing out his range of movement and the level of pain he received.

Nothing.

This he was relieved for. He felt no more exhausting pain that had coursed through his veins earlier. His nostrils were no longer burning with the scent of exhaust, sewer water, blood, shit, and everything else within a twenty mile radius. No more did his ears pound with the sound of every footstep, every heartbeat, and every breath taken within the city. His skin had stopped crawling from the sensation of of his clothing laying against him, sticking to his sweat. He no longer was ripping at the material, trying to rid himself of it, anything to remove the feeling of his body being torn apart, fibre by fibre.

What he could feel within himself now, irritated him. Bakugou didn't even need to look down to know there was a large tent beneath the sheets he had been placed under. He could feel the heat pooling in his groin, making his member throb with longing and desire. Katsuki groaned, reaching down to slip his hand under the waistband of his boxers.

He figured he would have a few minutes before someone returned to the infirmary.