𖤓Katsuki Bakugo𖤓 ✲Sangre...✲

You are Bakugo's best friend, both of you study at UA and belong to class 1-A. You are known for being very skilled in combat; nobody could beat you, but of course, everyone has weaknesses... your blood is your weakness, as you cannot stand the sight of your own blood due to a childhood trauma.

You were in a fight with a boy from another class; you weren't allowed to use your quirks and had to engage in hand-to-hand combat. Things spiraled out of control when the boy from the other class reached into his pocket, put on a metal knuckle duster, and struck you in the head. You felt something warm and wet running down your face.

"What is this?"
You said while touching your face.

"It's so warm and wet..."

Bakugo and Kirishima looked at you with slight concern.

"This isn't good, they're going to freak out..."
Bakugo said worriedly.

When you pulled your hand away from your face and looked at it, your eyes widened.

"AHH!... BLOOD!... IT'S MY BLOOD!..."
You screamed in horror, and Bakugo, alarmed, rushed toward you.