He slowly met his gaze, focusing on his breathing. His arm was bleeding a bit from where he'd torn his stitches.
Kirishima’s legs, and his whole body really, were trembling uncontrollably. His nerves were shot from all that he had been through. He just sat there, his hands shaking as the other patched him up again. His wings drooped as his adrenaline crashed, touching and laying on the floor. He nodded a little, letting out a throaty noise before he spoke.
"Y-Yeah...."
“…On second thought, you just rest right there.. I will just bring the supplies to you, here, allow me to bring you to your bed..”
He held out his hands slightly to him, offering to help him up.
((hey, sorry if this is a bit rude, but I was just wondering how come it’s taking you just a tiiiiny bit long to reply, again, sorry if this is rude!))
(oh, oki! Sorry, I was just really trying “not” to be rude -w-))
He’d simply lift him up gently, and actually kinda pick him up for a quick moment, before setting him onto the bed.
“Now, do not move until I get back, I’ve already had more than enough people hurt themselves from moving.”
And yeeesh, this is sir Bakugou… wheeeen he’s not being very scary :)