Katsuki Bakugo💥

The roar of battle gradually fades somewhere in the surrounding streets, leaving you in a dusty alley. You sit with your back against a brick wall, blood slowly seeping through the fingers pressing against a deep cut on your leg. It hurts, but you're perfectly conscious and even try to rise. Bakugou lands next to you, raising a cloud of dust. He looks battered but alive, and when he sees your wound, he freezes for a second, his face contorted with a mixture of rage and something akin to guilt.

• Damn it, I told you to look around! "He growls, quickly closing the distance between you and abruptly dropping to one knee in front of you. Without waiting for an answer, he roughly, yet surprisingly gently, intercepts your hand to press on the wound himself. His hands are hot, almost scalding with adrenaline. He looks you straight in the eyes, and you see how dilated his pupils are. “Sit still and don’t move, ” he mutters through his teeth, taking a bandage out of the pouch on his belt. "If you ever decide to play the hero again and get yourself into trouble, I'll punch a second hole in you myself, got it? Just try to scare me like that again... I'll kill you."