No Promises

"You're such a—an idiot! Baka! Baka, Baka, Baka!"

Bakugou winced, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the hydrogen peroxide being applied to a rather nasty gash on his forehead, or his girlfriend's shrill voice as the treater of said wound.

"Can you keep your banshee shrieks to a considerably lesser decibel when I have a fuckin' pounding headache?" He replied, pointing to the obvious wound on his head that she was, in fact, treating.

Uraraka's round cheeks puffed out even more in indignation. "My bansh—Katsuki, you LAUNCHED yourself into a villain recklessly and he flung you like a rag doll into the asphalt. You're lucky that—"

"—I'm too badass to be kept down by a scrape on the head? I didn't even have to go to the hospital."

"—that it wasn't worse!" Uraraka shrieked, and then sighed and threw the bloodied gauze into the trash can next to her and stood up, shaking her head, disappearing down the hall. She returned, and sat back down, bandaging and taping the wound, silently, her jaw muscles clearly tight, eyes glassy.

Bakugou sighed. "Ochako," he mumbled, his destructive fingers gentle on her elbow as she worked. "Why the hell're you crying? I'm fine."

"You won't always be," she whispered, swiping st her eyes before glaring at him. "You are so reckless! You—you're not just you, anymore. You have—you have—"

Bakugou rolled his eyes and grabbed her cheeks with his hands. "Stop. Shut up. Shut the hell up."

Uraraka huffed. "I don't…I don't want to lose—"

"Stop, dammit!" Bakugou snapped, and pulled her into a fierce kiss, fangs tugging on her bottom lip, his own lips warm and frantic against hers before he broke the kiss. "You're not losing me, okay? Fuckin' ever."

"You are not invincible, Katsuki!" She snapped back. "You don't get to just make decisions for yourself anymore! Do you want me in your life or not?!"

"Of course I do, otherwise you wouldn't fuckin' be here!" He barked, and then stood up, before groaning and immediately sinking back at the couch when his wound throbbed and made him dizzy. "Okay. Maybe you aren't….entirely wrong…"

She adjusted their position so his head was in her lap. "Relax, Katsu. Relax. The bump is pretty bad. Stay still." She strokes her fingers through his dusty blonde hair and kissed the bandaged area, eyes glassy again. "I really don't want to lose you."

"I know," he mumbled, and closed his eyes. "Guess I can take a couple days off."

"Please."

Bakugou sighed and settled against her ample thighs, before popping an eye open to look up at her. "But that means you have to cook for me. And clean up my apartment. And make out with me. A lot."

Uraraka laughed and rolled her eyes, blinking back tears. "Don't push it, Katsu." She leaned forward, very gently pressing her forehead against his. "I should've been there."

"Shut up, baka," he mumbled and then pecked her lips. "Just shut up."

Uraraka smiled against his lips, massaging his temples before breaking the sweet kiss. "Just try to be more careful, okay? I know you have to do your job but…just try."

He opened both eyes and looked up at her, his headache slowly ebbing away. "No promises, marui kao." His eyes were softer though, looking up at her with silent, reluctant agreement. For her. Only for her.

"No promises," she replied, a strange thank you for his strange affirmation of her feelings, and then she settled against the couch arm and stroked his hair until they both fell asleep, quiet and content in each other's presence.