I winced at the sharp pain in my leg. Christ, it hurt so much! Swearing repeatedly under my breath, I started to tear at the sleeve of my black hero costume to bandage the fist-sized wound in my thigh that was oozing blood all over the broken street beneath me.
I was being careless in battle again, allowing my rage and determination to be the best to overpower my senses. One of those damned villains (I think it was Shigiraki but I can't be sure) threw a curved knife at me. Fortunately I was moving so fast and erratically that it missed my chest entirely and buried itself in my leg. With a scream of pain, I had fallen.
All my classmates were out there still, fighting for their lives. And I was sitting in a back alley, wounded.
Pulling the knife out had been perhaps the most painful thing I had ever experienced. Because the blade was curved, it only gouged an even larger hole in my flesh as I pulled it out, causing even more damage. It bled so much that I was absolutely terrified at first, paralyzed as I watched the thick red liquid gush from the wound.
Oh god. Fuck. I'm gonna bleed out if I don't do something right now.
Suddenly filled with grim determination to survive, I began tearing at my costume to form a makeshift bandage. I wound the thick, fireproof fabric around my thigh over the wound once, twice, and then tied it off as tightly as I could.
"Fucking hell!" I exclaimed, as sharp pain flooded my leg, spreading all the way up to my hip and down to my ankle. Cutting off the circulation to a wounded limb hurt so goddamn bad! "It's necessary, idiot. Stop being a baby about it." I hissed, mentally kicking myself for being so stupid. "Maybe you shouldn't let yourself get hurt like this if you can't handle it."
"They're putting up quite the fight alright." a familiar voice announced, from outside the alley.
I frowned. What was that kid's name again?
Oh yeah. Tokoyami. The bird freak with the dark shadow quirk.
"Yeah, but we've either apprehended or chased away more than half of their forces. This won't last much longer and we're winning." yet another familiar voice replied, but this one I recognized right away. The nerd. Midoriya.
"Hmm. We'd best get back out there, then." Tokoyami grunted.
"Wait! Is everyone alive and accounted for? Is anyone injured, dead or missing?" Midoriya suddenly squeaked out.
I scoffed. That was just like him, worrying so much about everyone else to the point where he was completely disregarding his own safety to ensure all of ours. It was annoying. I wished he'd just keep to himself.
"Everyone except Bakugou. Haven't seen him in awhile. Hope he's okay." Tokoyami replied, with a tone that implied he could not care less if I lived or died. Damn bird freak.
"Kacchan? He's missing? Shit." Midoriya swore loudly, which surprised me. The damn nerd scarcely swore, he was too much of a goody-two-shoes to cuss like that. "I'm gonna go find him. You get back out there. I've gotta make sure he's alright."
"Damn nerd." I muttered under my breath, scooting back further into the shadows of the alley, trying to hide myself as best as possible.
Midoriya should hate me. After all, I had been basically bullying him ever since I found out he was quirkless when we were kids. Our childhood friendship dissolved, but he never stopped admiring me, no matter how many names I called him or how many times I treated him like shit. And now here he was, worrying about me, coming to look for me instead of just leaving me for dead like he had the option to.
I grimaced at my injured leg. There was already a dark stain of blood beginning to seep through the makeshift bandage. That definitely wasn't good.
Willing myself to find the strength to walk (mostly because Midoriya's running footsteps were getting closer and closer and I didn't want him to find me on the ground like this), I leaned heavily against the wall of the nearest building and tried to force myself to stand up. Both my legs were trembling extremely violently, and putting weight on them made the wound to my thigh flare up with white-hot agony. Tears of pain pricked my eyes.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck..." I hissed between gritted teeth.
I was almost standing up. Almost there. I wasn't weak. Come on, come on! Just a little further!
...But then my knees gave out and I stumbled and fell on my stomach, hard. My injured leg slammed into the ground, causing an explosion of pain to shoot through it that was so intense I couldn't stop the loud yelp that escaped my lips.
"Kacchan? Kacchan!" Midoriya's voice was alarmingly close now.
Dammit, I can hardly move. He's gonna find me like this. Fuck!
Suddenly a familiar figure appeared in the entrance to the alley. Pale skin, a freckled face, hazel eyes and messy green hair. Midoriya. The damn nerd. He'd found me. And I couldn't help but notice how ridiculous he looked in his hero costume.
"Kacchan, is that you? Are you alright? Oh, Christ, you're bleeding." Midoriya's large, round eyes widened as he noticed all the blood on the ground and he rushed over to me.
"Hssst. Go away, dammit. I'm fine." I struggled to sit up and managed it... Barely. "I can make it out of here on my own, got it?" I snapped, giving him the most hateful glare I could muster.
"You don't look so good. You're pale. What's wrong, what hurts?" Midoriya crouched down in front of me, ignoring the absolutely withering glare I was giving him. "Please show me where you're injured, I want to help."
"Go help someone else!" I shouted, trying to scoot away from him, but he grabbed my ankle, stopping me. "Why are you so persistent? Fuck off!" I exclaimed, as I realized he had located the makeshift bandage on my leg.
"Is it here on your leg? Yup, that's it alright. And I can tell just by looking at it that it's really bad. We need to get you out of here right now." Midoriya started to stand up.
"I'm fine, I can walk!" I insisted, struggling to rise to my feet beside him.
My wound flared up again and I saw red. I sank down again with a little cry of pain and defeat. Much to my chagrin and outrage, Midoriya's lips twitched upward in something of an amused smile.
"No you can't." he said, simply. He turned around so his back was facing me. "Here, get on my back. I'll carry you."
"No! Hell no! Anything but that. I'm too big!" I bellowed, indignantly.
There was no way in hell I was letting that damn nerd carry me!
"No you're not." Midoriya shook his head with such a matter-of-fact tone I almost throttled him right then and there.
"You'll fucking drop me, dumbass!" I exclaimed.
"No I won't."
"I am not gonna let you carry me!"
"Yes you are."
"Don't you dare tell me what I can and can't do, you hear me? I'm gonna beat you within an inch of your life as soon as I can walk again, got it?"
"No you won't."
"Fucking..! Stop being so damn difficult, you are not gonna carry me!"
"Yes I am."
I sighed and slumped forward, burying my face in my hands, completely exasperated. I was tired and my leg hurt like an absolute bitch. Even as I thought about it, it began to throb, causing the pain to double in intensity. I swore under my breath. Suddenly letting Deku carry me didn't seem like such a bad idea.
"F-Fine." I hesitantly mumbled, so softly the greenette in front of me could barely make out my words. "Just... Don't tell anyone about this, k?"
"Deal. Now, climb on. Don't worry, I'm a lot stronger than you think. I can carry you just fine." Midoriya reassured.
Using the nearest wall for support, I raised myself up just enough that I could climb onto Midoriya's back, wincing and groaning in pain all the while. I wrapped my arms around his neck and growled softly when I felt his scarred hands slide under my thighs, pulling them up to his sides so he was now carrying me piggyback-style.
"Sorry, did that hurt? Come on, let's get out of here." Midoriya set his jaw with determination and started forward, obviously trying not to jostle me too much.
I couldn't help but let out a weak whimper of pain and buried my face in the crook of his neck, jamming my eyes shut, trying to block out the agony pulsating through my leg. I could feel warm blood slipping out from under the makeshift bandage and sliding down my thigh. That was bad. I might bleed out at this rate.
But Midoriya was surprising me with how strong he was, I had to admit. I could feel corded muscles hardened from weeks upon weeks of brutal training flexing and tensing beneath me in his back and shoulders as he moved. And even his hands, which were wrapped carefully around the underside of my legs, felt stronger than I remembered him being. When had he gotten so... Powerful, I wondered, with just a hint of admiration.
Stop thinking about him that way. He's just a damn nerd. That's all he'll ever be, even if he has muscles now.
"Hey, are you doing alright back there?" Midoriya suddenly asked.
I groaned softly, muffled by his neck. "Been better."
"We're almost there, I promise. Mr. Aizawa will know what to do, okay?" he told me, his voice strangely calm given the current situation.
"Mmf. I hope so. Hurts a lot." I noticed the hateful edge had gone right out of my voice, replaced with absolute exhaustion. I was so tired I couldn't even hate him. And that was absolutely unacceptable, but there was nothing I could do about it.
I couldn't help but notice how warm he was. It felt good, considering how sore and worn out I was. I just wanted to press myself closer to him, but I resisted the urge because that was absolutely preposterous of me to be thinking such things about him of all people.
Mr. Aizawa, our homeroom teacher, had set up a small camp near the edge of town where the injured or exhausted could rest. Kirishima was there, having what appeared to be a broken wrist treated by a very worried-looking Kaminari. And Mineta was there too, collapsed in a corner, fast asleep. I frowned upon seeing them. Mineta was by far the weakest creature I had ever seen in my life. But I didn't doubt that Kirishima and Kaminari would leap back into the action the moment they were finished taking care of each other.
"I'm gonna set you down over here. Looks comfortable enough." Midoriya said, right before slowly loosening his grip on my legs, allowing me to carefully slide to the ground. Once I was sitting in a patch of tall grass, he placed a hand on my chest, gently pushing me over so I was lying on my back. I was too tired to protest. "Here, lie down. I'm gonna go find some bandages or something."
"Midoriya! I see you found young Bakugou. Tokoyami reported him as missing earlier." a familiar, monotonous voice said. It seemed Aizawa had come by to check on everyone.
"Yes sir. He's got a pretty nasty wound to his left thigh. When I found him, he had bandaged it himself so I haven't had a chance to look at it but I think it's pretty bad." Midoriya replied, as he rummaged around in a first-aid kit. "Would you help me take care of it? I know you're skilled in that kind of thing, and I've no idea what to do, to be completely honest with you..."
"Sure, give me that roll of bandaging. I'll have a look at it." Aizawa agreed.
A moment later, both of them were at my side. Midoriya looked worried, Aizawa looked dead inside like he never got enough sleep. I mustered up the strength to glare at both of them.
"Well? You gonna fix me up or are you just gonna wait around and stare at me?" I grumbled.
"Hmph. Disrespectful whelp." Aizawa said in return. "This is gonna hurt so you might want to brace yourself." he began untying the makeshift bandage around my injured leg.
"He's got rubbing alcohol to clean out the wound with. It's very effective, but it stings. Badly." Midoriya explained to me.
"Shit." I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes as I felt the cold air on my wound for the first time. It hurt even worse now that the bandage I had thrown around it wasn't protecting it from the biting wind anymore. "Just... Tell me when it's over, alright?"
Suddenly I felt an ice-cold, thin fluid trickling into my open wound. The initial impact hurt, but that was nothing compared to the bright burst of stinging agony that shot through my thigh immediately after, caused by the rubbing alcohol. My eyes flew open and I let out a strangled cry of pain, arching my back high off the ground, vision flashing red just from the pain alone.
"Hold my hand." Midoriya suddenly said.
I shook my head in protest, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. He took my hand and twined our fingers together, holding it to his chest and staring at me with worry and pity in his large, round eyes.
I was about to yank my hand away from his, but the agony rolled through me again, causing me to slam my head back and almost scream.
"F-Fuck!" I squeezed Midoriya's hand as hard as I could, transferring some of my pain to him. He winced, but didn't even try to let go. I could feel the rough scars of his hand scraping against my palm and fingers, but I was in too much pain to care. "Fucking hell! How long is this going to take?"
"Just a little longer." Aizawa replied.
"I'm sorry. I wish it didn't hurt so much." Midoriya said, sincerely. I suddenly found his genuine tone extremely adorable, but I told myself I was just delirious from pain. "But it's almost over and you'll be fine. I promise."
I clung to his words like a lifeline. It's almost over. Almost over. I'll be fine. Absolutely fine.
I think I was lapsing in and out of consciousness because I barely remember what happened next. Midoriya's lips were moving but I couldn't make out what he was saying, my ears were ringing. Next thing I knew, I realized that the pain had dulled. It was still there, but compared to the horribly excruciating stinging from earlier, the dull aching felt absolutely heavenly.
"Kacchan?" a familiar voice called out again, and I realized I could hear again.
"Yeah?" I grunted, voice choked.
"It's over. You can relax now." Midoriya told me, squeezing my hand reassuringly before letting go. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to help."
"No, no, it's fine." I growled and wrapped my arms around myself as protection against the wind, which was still tearing at my skin with icy fingers. "I appreciate the help, believe it or not." What the hell am I saying? "Thank you, Deku. Dunno where I'd be without you."
"Probably in the digestive tract of a sludge villain." Midoriya said, in his favorite matter-of-fact voice. How he managed to keep a straight face when he said that was beyond me.
I chuckled softly and closed my eyes, feeling all the pained tension roll out of my body. "Yeah. Probably."
Maybe he's not so bad after all... Wait, what the fuck? Stop thinking about him that way, you damn idiot! He's just a damn nerd!
The end
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