The 9 Millimeter Kiss - Chapter 45: Chapter 45

Yuki heard the doorbell ring.
Tossing his crayons aside he got up off the floor and ran to the front door.
"Ask who it is first?!" His Papa shouted from the kitchen.
Reaching the door the little boy giggled. "Who is it?"
"It's your favorite person!" the man on the other side replied cheerfully.
Yuki went to open the door, "Uncle Shin! Look!" the boy smiled the widest smile he could muster, pointing to his teeth.
"Oh my! Yuki-chan lost a tooth!"
"Fell out when he tripped." Yuki's papa spoke, wiping his hands with a towel.
"So it was the ground's fault." his uncle stated more than asked.
"Yeah."
An audible sigh of defeat left his papa. "Come in, dinner is almost ready."
"Ooooo~ Who would have guessed the great Satori Takumi could cook." His uncle teased.
"Go starve then."
"No! I was kidding!"
"Papa made Pudding Uncle Shin!" Yuki added jumping on his toes.
"Did he?!"
"Yeah! Hurry up! Hurry up!" the boy pestered him, pulling on his uncle's sleeve.
Yuki began filling out the application and making detailed notes on what he wanted his new costume to be. His past self was obviously going for something that resembled Recovery Girl's color scheme out of respect.
He still did respect her but he was planning on being out in the field standing his own ground next to his friends and fellow Pro Heros' in the future. So, an upgrade was necessary.
"H-Hatsume, what are you...?"
Yuki looked up. Saw the pink haired running her hands all over Midoriya. Looked back down and resumed his application.
"Ow...Ouch... my BaCk! AH!"
"Deku!"
"Don't look up. Don't look up. They'll live." Yuki repeated, finally reaching the third page of the ungodly application.
"OI!"
Yuki took a breather and looked up. Iida was on the ceiling. Rockets on his arms. Face completely done.
"IIDA!!!"
No breathers.
"She is unafraid of failure, constantly thinking of new ideas and trying them out. Those who are innovators are not bound by existing ideas. Make sure you treasure your relationship with the support course. They'll be the ones helping you improve and reach new distances."
Without the support gear I have, I might as well just stay in hospitals.
"IIDA-KUN! CAn you teach me!?" Midoriya shouted.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about but wait a minute! You may not have noticed, but we haven't made progress on any of our costumes."
Page six... 'Do you accep--' Yes, Yes, Check, Check, Will it kill me? No, no, No. and No.
"Where's your costume?" Ectoplasm asked.
Yuki was stuck wearing his school sports wear. "I'm having it modified."
"Then what is that?" he glanced at the vest labeled 10 pounds on him.
"Just so I can get used to it quicker when it comes back." Yuki pulled on the scarf.
He was beginning to feel more fluid with every movement.
"Then... let's start."
4 days later...
"AP SHOT!"
Yuki's pole lost its support from the shaking of his pillar, pushing him over the edge.
"OI!" Yuki scolded. Flicking his wrist effectively swung the capture weapon over the ectoplasm who kept him from falling.
"I did it!" Bakugo smirked.
"YEAH! ABOUT TIME! I'VE GOTTEN PROFICIENT AT MOUNTAIN CLIMBING YOU NERD!"
"HA?!"
Yuki began pulling himself up. Walking horizontally to the edge of the pillar where ectoplasm gave him a hand.
"HEY, LOOK OUT!"
Yuki looked back to see a piece of the pillar from Bakugo's target falling down towards Toshinori.
"smASH!" A flash of green, Midori-- no.
Deku.
The pillar was kicked into smaller pieces and away from Toshinori.
"That was a close one." Yuki frowned. Looking down as everyone near the old man checked up on him.
"Young Bakugo! I'm sorry!" Toshinori apologized.
Yuki watched from above as the blond's fist clenched. Releasing an explosion and creating a dust cloud.
"Watch yourself, All Might!"
Yuki waved off what little smoke reached up to him.
"I really need to talk to him." he whispered.
These bursts of anger have gotten more spread out and more dangerous.
"Shall we continue?" Ectoplasm asked.
"Yeah." Yuki reached down to pick up the ta staff.
With the courtesy of YaoMomo, Yuki was able to train with varying amounts of weight for the past five days; simulating what he estimated his costume would be like. He'd asked for something not too bulky but with the things he needed to carry it was inevitable for it to become so.
Aizawa had informed them there would be few first years at the exam. Meaning there will be people who have trained longer than them and have more experience wielding their quirk.
One of the perks Yuki found of having dorms was being able to train with Hitoshi for longer durations of time. He'd moved in just a couple days ago and Aizawa was quick to swoop in and update their training. Albeit, Yuki's was a bit more lenient with the intensive training he was already doing throughout the day.
"Do you think Aizawa will assign me another weapon?" Hitoshi had asked while doing their final stretches before calling it a day. Or night.
"You could always ask." Yuki yawned.
"Yeah, not a chance."
"What? Why?" Yuki smirked. "Ya scared of 'im?"
This earned him a punch to the shoulder, "As if."
"Uh huh. Sure." Yuki agreed, rolling his eyes.
Yuki felt his training partner lean against him from behind. Now being back to back.
A hand press against the back of his head. "You've gotten taller."
Yuki let out another yawn, "Yup..."
"Why."
"Ge. Ne. Tic." Yuki replied, swinging his arms purposely, slapping Hitoshi away.
"A genetic mutation alright." he replied under his breath.
Yuki went to pick up his sweater, "Imma pretend I didn't hear that."
"See you tomorrow."
"Night."
Ever since his training began with Hitoshi and he started getting back to the dorms later than the others it was now more frequent for him to be greeted when he got home.
"Welcome back, Yuki-kun!"
"I'm back. And alive." he joked. Lazily slipping on his indoor slippers.
"Dinner is almost ready!"
A warm feeling in his chest grew the more he walked towards the elevator.
"You're late! Welcome back!"
"Sorry about that." Yuki smiled.
"Are you allergic to anything? Yuki-kun!" Iida asked as he sped walked towards him.
Yuki contained his laughter, "No, I don't think so."
"How can you not be sure?" Iida chopped his arm.
Yuki only shrugged, going into the elevator. "I'm fine with whatever you guys are cooking."
The Elevator doors closed and opened again on his floor.
He tiredly reached into one of his pockets to pull out the key.
"Took your time getting back."
Yuki pulled out his poll in record time. Snapping it to the person behind him.
"It's just me!"
Bakugo was holding his hand up as though in surrender. Yuki's hair blocking the majority of his face.
Yuki's voice shook. "L-let me know if you're going to stop by."
Bakugo caught sight of Yuki's knuckles turning white.
The edge of the poll was frighteningly accurate to where he'd expect someone to get their neck absolutely stabbed right through.
With a heavy and quite noticeable shaky sigh, Yuki tentatively brought his poll away from Bakugo.
"Don't you have my number?" Yuki tried to laugh.
"I would have thought a text was more your style of communicating." He looked around on the floor, looking for the fallen key.
The blond saw as the key fell through the healers fingers twice before being able to open the door.
"Come in. Go ahead and have a seat." Yuki dropped his belongings in front of the closet and walked into the bathroom. Closing the door behind him.
Having not joined the 'Room King Competition' last week this was his first time seeing anyone else's room. And much to his displeasure, it looked relatively okay.
"What brings you to my lovely place?" a strained but cheerful voice asked from the other side of the door.
Bakugo closed the door behind him and looked between the bean bag chair and the floor pillows.
"You're a shrink right?"
"Honorary Doctor." Yuki agreed. A soft rattle followed.
Bakugo took the floor pillows.
"Continue."
"Other than healing others do you happen to also--" the sound of things rattling, clinks and a heavy thud cut him off.
"SORRY! Sorry! Sorry, I just-- Fuck-- my things fell off the shelf. But continue!"
Bakugo frowned. "Are you alrig--"
"Yes! My containers just fell. I'll be out in a bit."
Bakugo didn't continue talking. Opting to listen carefully.
He watched as the shadow from the small crack under the door moved quickly.
"Put them away. Put them away. Put them awa-- No I need these tonight."
There was more shuffling around before Yuki finally stepped out. His hair pinned out of his face.
Yuki awkwardly smiled before making his way to his chair and placing a bottle of pills on his desk.
"Sorry about that, let's just start over." He cleared his throat before a soft yet tense expression took over.
"What brings you here?"
Bakugo looked between the healer and the bottle of pills sitting on his desk.
"Don't worry about these." Yuki quickly dismissed it. Pushing them further back and away from his sight.
"They're just melatonin pills. Helps get me to sleep quicker."
"I know what melatonin pills look like." Bakugo glared at Yuki.
"Those are not, melatonin pills."
Yuki leaned back on his chair, hands clasped together. Not letting his face waver.
"You came here without letting me know. What do you need?"
With a grunt Bakugo leaned back on one of his arms. "I need to talk to a shrink."
"I work on the medical side of shrink." Yuki replied.
"Your turn." Bakugo frowned.
Yuki scoffed. "We are not playing 21 questions right no--"
"Then tell me who I can talk to."
"Hound Dog is avail--"
"I don't need those fucking extras to know."
Yuki sighed tilting his head to the side.
"I could just tell them--"
"I thought shrinks never spoke about what was confidential." Bakugo retorted.
Yuki's eyes scanned every inch of his body and facial expressions before replying. Taking the blond's tone seriously.
"You want me to be a therapist for you because you don't want anyone to know you need to talk to someone...."
Bakugo didn't reply.
Taking his silence as yes, Yuki bit his cheek in thought.
I've only experience having a therapist and school counseling about twice throughout my life. Last time I was rejected because I had too much for them to handle...
"I'm not qual--"
"I just need someone to fucking talk too. I don't need any input on anything."
The blond frowned at Yuki's long thought process. "If you don't want to just say--"
"I'm not qualified for this kind of thing." Yuki interrupted.
With a huff Bakugo was on his feet and ready to leave "Then just say so alre--"
"Don't expect much since it's out of my area of expertise." Yuki added.
The red eyed boy glared at him. "So you'll do it."
Yuki nodded. "But I have to ask,"
He leaned forward in curiosity.
"Why did you ask me? You have others in the class and Hound Dog to talk to."
Because it feels like you'd know where I'm coming from. But the blond didn't respond.
"I'll let you know before I come over next time." Bakugo dodged the question.
Yuki let his shoulders flop. "So you do have my number..."
Bakugo paused before turning to leave, "I'm sure you already know but," he looked back and nodded towards the bottle of pills that sat on Yuki's desk.
"Don't take too many. There's no one else on this floor."
His worried red irises met widened grey irises before leaving.
After his little encounter with Bakugo, things seemed to go back to normal. He was never approached by the blond throughout the day. The only difference that was noticeable about Bakugo (but not so much to the others) was him sitting closer to Yuki during breakfast and lunch but next to him when it was time for everyone to eat dinner.
To say that it was strange wasn't right.
It was weird at first but Yuki concluded he was just trying to gather himself together. And he was right. Because 11 days before the hero licensing exam, Bakugo texted him.
At the obnoxiously loud ding of the elevator at night, Yuki opened his door to a Bakugo with a box in arms.
"What is that?"
"Are you going to let me in or not?" he quietly hissed.
Yuki stepped aside and let short blond in. Flicking the lights on Yuki watched Bakugo pull out a slightly bulky device out of the box along with cords.
"Are these sudden visits going to happen after curfew?" Yuki asked pushing in his chair to give Bakugo more space to work with.
"Haven't made up my mind." Bakugo replied, surprisingly not rudely.
Yuki crossed his arms as he watched the blond plug in wires to his tv and the device he'd brought along.
"What's up with your pajamas anyway?" Bakugo scowled.
Yuki looked down, not really having paid attention. He was wearing navy blue sweats and a very oversized grey shirt. The end of the sleeve reaching past his elbows.
"You gave me a short notice. This was what I pulled out of the closet." Yuki shrugged.
Bakugo didn't reply, as he looked around the cabinet the tv was on.
"Where's the control?"
"Second drawer. What are you doing?"
"Turn the light off."
"Why--"
"Just turn them off."
Yuki sighed and did as was told.
Bakugo pulled one of the floor pillows next to him, "Here. Sit."
Yuki watched his step using the light coming from the screen to not stub his toe.
"What is this?" he asked carefully to take a seat to Bakugo's right.
"You don't know what this is?" A voice of bemusement.
Yuki questionably looked at the blond, "Should I?"
"Band Aid, you're holding a controller."
Yuki frowned at the nickname. "This isn't a controller."
Bakugo shocked expression startled him, "Have you been living under a rock?!"
"SHHHH!" Yuki clasped a hand over the blond's mouth.
"I guess I have since I obviously shocked you that much."
Bakugo pushed the hand away, "Do you know what video games are?"
"You play them on the computer." Yuki quickly replied.
"No- Well that's a type of video game."
Bakugo was absolutely baffled. Yet at the same time entranced at the idea of the healer not knowing.
"No, don't know much about them then." Yuki shook his head.
Yuki could have sworn he was about to die.
The absolute radiance of joy emitting from the boy next to him nearly made him think this was a completely different person.
He watched as the very same angry, short tempered blond ranted about the controller, positioning his fingers on certain buttons and explaining everything that was going on as he stared at the screen.
He watched the boy's smile grow with every word he spewed at him.
All he'd done was smile.
And it was like an acorn being jammed onto an iceberg.
Yuki heard the crackle of years worth of resistance to people begin to crack.
And for the rest of the night all he could think of was
'oh shit'