Disclaimer: I do not own Boku No Hero Academia. I am not making a profit off of this.
A/N: On to the next!
"Well?"
Recovery Girl kept her eyes on the dial of the blood pressure cuff, ignoring his snappy question. "It's normal," she told him, pulling the stethoscope buds from her ears and releasing the pressure from the cuff. "You're as fit as a fiddle." She walked over to her desk and picked up her clipboard and making some quick notations.
Bakugo sighed, his head dropping down between his shoulders. A low growl erupted from his throat as his hands dug into the back of his head, "You need to check me again." His symptoms weren't normal, and he couldn't let those extras see him in this condition.
As far as he was concerned, he better be dying at this point.
"Young man, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you," Recovery Girl looked over his chart with a loud sigh. "Your temperature is normal, for you-"
No. There were times his body and face burned hotter than anything he'd felt before. He knew his quirk made his temperature warmer than usual, but this wasn't the same.
"Your lungs are in perfect shape-"
He couldn't even complete five miles on the treadmill without feeling like he'd been sucker punched. It was bad enough he couldn't finish his workout, but having to stop running in front of Deku, of all people.
"Sure, you could stand to calm down, but your blood pressure and heart rate are within the normal bounds-"
"No." Bakugo refused to accept it was normal to hear the deafening thudding of his heartbeat ringing in his head. "Something isn't right."
The older woman sat at her desk, turning her chair to face the boy sitting on the cot.
"I've been getting chest pains, shortness of breath, my temperature has been going up-"
She raised an eyebrow.
Bakugo could already see the question forming on her lips. "Without me using my quirk," he told her quickly. His temperature naturally ran high, and he couldn't recall feeling this warm before even with sickness. "I can't afford to fall behind because of this bull-"
Recovery Girl narrowed her eyes.
"Crap," he corrected himself quickly, with a small huff. He knew well enough not to test her. "Whatever is going on, I need this fixed."
The nurse looked over his chart once more, flipping through the pages. "Okay," she settled closing his chart. "Tell me what's going on again."
"I already told you," Bakugo's jaw clenched as he rested a bored elbow to his knee and planted his face to his palm. "It feels like my chest is empty and pained, and I have trouble breathing. I'm getting sweatier than usual, racing pulse, my face is turning red…"
Her brow furrowed listening to his symptoms carefully, "You were training when this happened?"
"Today, yeah!" He shouted. How hard was this to diagnose? "But it happens when my heart rate shouldn't be elevated. Sometimes I'm sitting in class or walking down the hall." He'd been stricken with these symptoms a few times sitting in alone in his dorm, his thoughts drifting to a pair of sweet chocolate eyes.
"Okay," Recovery Girl nodded, leaning a little closer to him as she looked over his chart once more. "I want you to tell me what happened."
"How many times do I need to say it?!"
Her question was simple, "Do you want a solution?"
Bakugo huffed, "I was in the gym. I was running. It felt like my heart was going to explode out of my ch-"
"Slow down," she stopped him, shaking her head. "What was going on around you?"
Bakugo rolled his eyes, huffing as he slouched angril in his seat. His arms crossed over his chest, "What does it matter?"
"According to your chart, Bakugo Katsuki, you're fine, but," she paused, her lips tightening as her mind tried to make sense of the information. "You say you're experiencing symptoms, so maybe we need to consider some outside factors. So, what exactly happened? What were you seeing? Smelling?"
"I was in the gym," he sighed, shrugging as he tried to recount the day. "My morning was normal. I had breakfast, some rice and a little bit of fish, then I went to the gym." Red eyes drifted to the ceiling, Bakugo shook his head as his lips twitched in thought. "I warmed up, everything was fine. Then I got on the treadmill…"
"Alright," she nodded, making some notes.
"Shit for hair walked in with twat for brains…"
She choose to ignore his language continuing to make notes.
"They were shouting at the pervy little midget about something. I put on my headphones, cranked up the volume, and increased the speed on my treadmill."
That could be something. "Were you out of breath?"
"No," Bakugo scoffed. "I was climbing to my normal range for cardio, but it wasn't at my peak level." He prided himself on being in excellent physical condition even without the use of his quirk. Part of his training regime included running at least five kilometers daily. It was something he should be able to do in his sleep at this point.
"Then what happened?"
"I had gotten to about two and a half kilometers, and Deku," he spat. That name left a bitter taste in his mouth. "Walks in with the four eyed douche face, icy hot bastard, and round face-"
"Round face?" Recovery Girl questioned with interest.
"Yea." For a moment, the air around him thinned as he thought of her. "Uraraka."
"You know her name?"
"You asked!" What was that about?
"What's 'four eyed douche face's' name?"
Bakugo blinked, head coiling back in shock the question. What the hell was that jerk's name?
"What about the 'pervy little midget'?" It was upsetting that she knew exactly who he was talking about. "Or 'icy hot bastard'?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know those extras?"
"You know Uraraka?"
"I faced her at the festival!" The burning in his chest was back carving a hollow hole inside of him.
She raised an eyebrow giving the flustered teen a smirk, "You also faced 'icy hot bastard' as you call him, so shouldn't you know his name?"
"That's not the point!"
Resting her clipboard to her lap, Recovery Girl shot him a knowing smile, "What happened when Uraraka walked in?"
"She was with Deku and his merry band of idiots," he grunted. "She was with them on the floor mat."
"And?"
"She-" He'd remember his eyes following her to the mat. She was laughing at something one of the idiots said when her fingers went to the hem of her shirt, yanking the piece of clothing over her head. Bakugo remembered a flash of heat traveling from his toes to the tips of his ears that the sight of her in a deep red sports bra and black leggings.
"Young man?"
Fire flooded his face as he remembered the sight of her bending and stretching in front of him on the mat. "She-" His chest pounded as air in the room became thinner. What the hell was he supposed to say? "She was warming up on the mat." He pretended his voice hadn't cracked, pushing a scowl to his face. He surely wasn't going to talk about how she'd bent-
"Okay," Recovery Girl nodded, placing the chart on the table. "You're not sick."
Bakugo eyed her strangely.
"It's perfectly normal for you to develop these feelings at your age. With all your hormone-"
Feelings? The only thing Bakugo Katsuki felt was pity for the extras competing beside him and boundless confidence in his ability to become the number one hero. What the hell was she talking about? "What?"
"You have a crush."
"What?!"
"You like her."
He looked at her horror sticken.
"You think she's pretty."
His face bloomed as his stomach sunk down into the soles of his feet. "Who?!" Bakugo knew the answer before he finished asking the question.
"The one you call 'round face'," Recovery Girl stated. "Which, if you want some advice, isn't the best way to express interest in someone."
"How?!" He'd watched her and that moron, Deku, dance around each other like a ridiculous cliche. Bakugo knew she was off limits, not that he'd been looking in any particular direction to begin with but still… "I'm not attracted to her."
"How do you feel when you look at her?"
"What?" He yelped angrily, his face matching his eyes.
She cast him a knowing look, "Do you get the shortness of breath? Does your face feeling hot, or do you get a pang in your chest when she's near you? How about when you think about her?"
Bakugo stopped and considered the question carefully. "I do not," he shouted, the redness on his face betraying him.
"Bakugo," she leaned closely to him, her face softening as she smiled at him. "You understand that you came to me with a medical concern."
His chest heaved as he listened to her, trying to calm down after the sudden revelation.
"That means anything we talk about is confidential," Recovery Girl assured him. "This conversation doesn't leave this room."
His fist clenched in frustration, "This is stupid. What the hell am I supposed do about this?"
He couldn't avoid her. Being in the same class meant they often had opportunities to be paired with or against each other. Also having the same homeroom meant having a similar course schedule outside of hero studies, so avoidance was impossible.
The only option Bakugo could see was denial and anger. Those particular emotions worked well for him.
"Well, the choice is yours really," Recovery Girl told him gently. "Though, it seems like you ignoring your emotions isn't the answer. Did you consider talking to her?"
"I do talk to her!"
"Without calling her round face or insulting her friends?"
He coiled back in his seat, lips tightening.
"I thought as much," she sighed with a little nod.
"What the hell would be the point? She's practically obsessed with Deku," he grumbled, scowl deepening as he folded his arms over his chest. His head jerked toward the wall as he curled down in his seat.
The older woman sighed with a little smile looking at the teen, "So you're saying she is already spoken for?"
"No!"
"So, what's wrong with asking her to go for a walk or to share a meal?"
Red cheeks puffed out in frustration, "She doesn't like me!" The words stung in his chest, transforming the hollow emptiness into anxiety. Rejection wasn't something he was used to experiencing, and Bakugo wasn't ready to try it.
"How do you know?"
Bakugo's jaw relaxed as his head tilted in disbelief, "Are you fucking kidding me?!" Unless Uraraka had some secret thing for bad boys…
Recovery girl narrowed her eyes at him, placing her hands on her hips.
"Ma'am," he added quickly, sighing loudly. "In case you didn't notice, I'm kind of an asshole." Bakugo wasn't so blind that he couldn't see his behavior and what other people thought of him. He knew he was loud, overconfident, aggressive, and unrelenting.
Everything a number one hero needed to be.
"I've noticed." She didn't need to point out that everyone in the school had noticed. "But, I also know that you are capable of not being an asshole."
It was easier for him to strike before someone else had the opportunity to get him.
"I also know that it's scary when you don't have control," Her smile was friendly as she gently patted the teen's head. "The best you can do is try, Bakugo Katsuki. Try getting to know her. Be kind, but also be yourself. If she is to like you, she should like you- not who you think she would like."
He'd be damned if he was going to act like Deku.
"White's Day is coming up," she reminded him. "Get her something. Some flowers should do it."
Bakugo stood up, nodding with his eyes cast to his shoes. His face still burned as his feet shuffled toward the door.
"And for god sakes, stop calling that cute girl round face! It isn't flattering."
"Yea, yea…" He rolled his eyes shuffling out of the office.
"Start using her name!"
