Relaxing For The First Time In A While

                                    

                                          
"I'm so glad, I really missed you guys, you know?"
Episode 5 - The Fields of Edolyn
Part 4 - Relaxing For The First Time In A While
Kirishima rests his head on Bakugou's shoulder and the blond stiffens, "I'm so happy you're both okay." He hums softly, eyes closed. "I was hunting when I heard all the commotion at our camp. It scared me, especially when I heard Bakugou yelling." I put a hand on his knee. He didn't need to say this. We knew what had happened. Kirishima opens an eye to meet mine, and he blinks but continues. "I ran back as fast as I could, but I got stopped by some mage." Kirishima takes a shaky breath. "I think they tried to put a subservience spell on me when I tried fighting back. I guess they messed up their incantation, and I got cursed."
"At first, I had some control over my body and I took out that mage, but by the time I got back to our camp, they'd ransacked it and you were all gone. All I could do was follow your scents and when I saw those men, the rage just took over." He takes a shaky breath. "Everything just went red. I tried, I tried my best to shake it, but... I'm just glad you're both safe. If it wasn't for you, Bakugou, I think I would have been lost"
Bakugou snorts, "Like I'd let that happen, idiot, so stop whining so much, alright you're fine. We're fine." He sighs. "Now, let me go. I gotta go see cheeks and get my back healed. I might be able to bribe her to come out here for you too. I don't want to be in that shitty city any longer than we have to..." He pauses and then shrugs his shoulders, rubbing his back, "Huh, I don't think I need to go to her, actually."
I stare at him like he's crazy, and Kirishima raises an eyebrow. "I saw your back. It was bad, Bakugou. Don't be all brave now."
Bakugou scowls, and snaps at Kirishima, "You were whining back about your neck hurting."
Kirishima looks slightly offended, "I wasn't whining, but it doesn't hurt anymore. Maybe the burns went down, Y/N, can you look for me?" He asks, sitting up and looking away from me so I can see the back of his neck. I brushed some hair out of the way, but the burn I'd seen earlier was gone. My eyebrows knit.
"It's gone, there's no burn." 
Bakugou scoffs and scowls at me. "Come here, Shitty Scales, let me see." Bakugou grabs his shoulders and pulls him towards him, pushing his wings out of the way. Kirishima laughs at the sensation. 
"Hey, that tickles!" He laughs, squirming under Bakugou's hands.
"Stop squirming and hold still." Bakugou snarls, thoroughly annoyed with the ticklish dragon in front of him. The whole sight was quite endearing, to be honest. This angry prince of the dragons tried to check on his dragon companion while said companion squirmed and laughed under his worried touch. Finally, Bakugou pushes the red hair on the base of Kirishima's neck out of the way and blinks as he looks down at where the burn mark had been. "What the hell? It looks healed up." He mutters, looking at me with confusion. I just stare at him. What could I have done? Bakugou's thumb brushes over the healed skin, "there isn't even any redness left–did you drink a potion or something, shitty scales?"
Kirishima glances over his shoulder at the very confused Bakugou, "a potion? No, I didn't..." He trails off and sniffs the air. Whatever healed him must have messed with his brain too, apparently–sniffing at the air around Bakugou like he was a particularly delicious-smelling rotisserie chicken spinning in the Costco meat section. "Hang on," Kirishima stands up and walks around Bakugou, "let me see your back–I can't smell your wound." My eyebrows raise. Since when could Kirishima smell wounds? How did that even work?
"Smell?" I ask, looking between Bakugou and Kirishima for some sort of explanation.
"Well, yeah," Kirishima says it as if it's the most obvious thing in the world like I should've known dragons could smell wounds. Well, that was my bad, of course. "Fresh and dried blood have different smells. All I'm getting from you, Bakugou, is dried blood, so let me see your back." The blond sighs, grumbling a little as he unlatches his cape and sets it in his lap. Giving me a glare that says, don't even think about trying to take it, you bitch.