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❤️Bakugo imagine #4❤️

Imagine looking after Bakugo when he's sick:

" You are definitely sick. "

" No, you. "

" You can't use that reply in this situation Bakugo. "

Y/n was currently chiding her boyfriend about his well-being, but he wasn't taking any of it.

" I am generally concerned about your personal health right now.  "

" So don't be, I can take care of myself."

His remarks came out hoarsely as he attempted to raise his voice which his throat did not allow.

He sat stubbornly in the common room at a table, picking away at his cereal.

Y/n on the other hand stood, arms crossed, glaring at the boy.

" Stop staring at me. "

He groaned, still attempting to speak despite the cough.

" I'm not going to stop. "

" Of course you aren't. "

Y/n went over to the small kitchenette in the common room and poured a glass of juice.

" Here. "

She stated while handing the beverage over to him.

He grunted in reply, but didn't argue, and chugged it down.

Leaning over the table y/n placed a palm on his forehead, cringing as she felt the clammy skin heating up.

" You really need to rest Bakugo. "

" But class- "

" Class can wait, I'll explain to Aizawa Sensei. "

" All Might is coming in today."

" You can see All Might whenever you want to. "

" But not now? "

He groaned.

" No, come one. "

Circling round to him she hooked her arms under his shoulders and heaved him out of his chair.

Bakugo attempted to chuckle at her attempt but ended up almost hacking up his lungs.

" Relax there big boy. "

She joked teasingly as he stumbled upright.

Y/n half-dragged half-pushed the boy up a set of stairs to his room, his feet shuffling disdainfully against the floor.

As they arrived at his room y/n pushed open the door.

She abruptly plopped him down on his bed, herself in wheezes from the exercise, and he promptly collapsed.

Closing the curtains, the room was shadowed in a darker shade and she heard her boyfriend whine tiredly.

Y/n went over to him and managed to maneuver him under the sheet, placing a plump pillow under his head.

Bakugo mumbled an incoherent ' thank you ' before shutting his eyes.

She sat down next to him, gently resting her hand on his head an letting her fingers rake through the blonde strands rthymically.

Eventually she heard the soft, slow breaths coming from his form and the steady rise and fall of his shoulders.

It seemed so peaceful now, him finally resting after some pleading.

Thinking about it, it was like this most times.

Bakugo had a stubborn mind and would not give up easily.

Unless it was her he was arguing with.

Sighing deeply, y/n slowly rose, careful not to wake the boy.

After whispering a parting 'sleep well' she left silently to tell their teacher of his absence.