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Bakugou reached behind him and gently stroked Kirishima's cheek, as if saying with everything but words "There, rest now, we'll take care of this later…”

And Kirishima kissed the nape of his neck tenderly, as if saying with everything but words "Yeah, I know, thank you my love..."

And he felt himself relax, breathing deeply as if his lungs were finally working after having been petrified, sleep creeping up on him after Kirishima had chased it all night.

In the rhythm that lulled him to sleep every night. In the rhythm he would always be grateful to be hearing, and feeling like this.

Because he could feel it. Faintly because of course it would be, after all Bakugou was just sleeping, but there, right on his palm, beating, in the rhythm he caught himself knocking on his classroom desk when he needed to calm down during a test.

But he let the other guide his hand to his rib, right below his left pec. His hand would be crushed under Bakugou's weight all night, sure, and he would wake up with no blood flow on it, definitely, but it was worth it.

Kirishima was startled for a second, he thought Bakugou was fast asleep already. He didn't dare move, he didn't dare wake up to Bakugou pouting because he hadn't been held all night.

In his half-sleep brain he thought about where his doctors usually put the stethoscope to listen to his heart, and then grabbed Kirishima's hand that was draped over his body loosely and with no purpose.

Bakugou figured that Kirishima would get tired eventually and would fall asleep, but when he woke up in the middle of the night and could still feel Kirishima's movement and breath as if he was awake he knew he had to do something.

He knows he doesn't need protection or anything like that, that he's a hero and can hold a fight, he proved that more than once. But it was Kirishima. And things are different with Kirishima.

And Bakugou would be lying if he said he didn't know what changed. And he wanted to help his boyfriend, but god, he missed Kirishima's arms around him like that. It made him feel safe, protected and loved.

Bakugou noticed the change. How Kirishima was restless, unable to calm his breath and quiet down, the difference in his behavior was noticeable, as he was always the first to fall asleep when they slept together.

That's why he couldn't sleep unless he performed his nightly ritual of tracing and kissing each of Bakugou's scars and then laying his head on his chest, to sleep with the reassuring sound of the love of his life alive.

But he would try for Bakugou.

And unaware, maybe he got that job for him too, to monitor Bakugou's heart even in his sleep.

He was aware that Bakugou's heart stopped for several minutes during the war. He was aware that his recovery was, and still is, hard. He was aware that his heart would need to be monitored constantly by doctors.

He used to love wrapping Bakugou in his big arms and see his beautiful boyfriend snuggled comfortably in his embrace. But that was before. And Kirishima would be lying if he said he didn't know what changed, because he was very aware.

So he has no choice but to cuddle Bakugou like this, but he no longer enjoys like before being the big spoon.