He wouldn't reach the hospital in time.
There wasn't any emergency stand by tonight. In fact, he wasn't even supposed to engage in whatever petty fight the gangs were having. But it all changed when they brought in an innocent boy into all of it, so that is why he had a knife lodged in his stomach.
Bakugo already knows that if he even dares try to take the knife out, he will bleed out before he could even make it somewhere. He couldn't really cauterize it because his quirk will just cause something even more damaging to happen.
Nd that's when he had a really stupid idea to knock on the door of his enemy, Deku. He doesn't really know what happened to him, but Deku had become a vigilante. A vigilante that kept escaping everyone, but he always seemed to want to antagonize him the most.
And at the moment, he doesn't really feel like reflecting on their backstory. And he could really sum up everything: he and Deku had come to an agreement of sorts. They were only really enemies when they both had their costumes on. Outside of their costumes, they are just Bakugo Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku instead of Ground Zero and Keikai. It was almost like a truce between the two.
And the truce led to almost something more in a sense outside of their 'work'.
And so, with a knife shifting in his stomach, Bakugo gritted his teeth to knock on the vigilante's door.
"Deku, I need your help."
Izuku scoffed at the fallen hero at his feet. He brought up a hand to his chest in mockery while saying, "My help? Why would the great Ground Zero ever need my help? You would die before letting anyone see you as weak as you are right now let alone help you."
"Can you just help?" Bakugo complained while he felt the blood seeping into the material of his hero costume. He needed some kind of help and there wasn't any help he could find in the middle of this mess. He sighed, "I know that you're a hero inside whether you try to hide that behind your persona. You wouldn't let me die here."
"Oh really? Wish to make a bet that I'm not that same Deku that you knew?" Izuku teased, bending down to face his old friend. "I keep telling you that each time you try to coerce me back to my childish dream. How many times will it take for you to give up this charade of thinking everything will get better?"
"Goddammit. Just help me," Bakugo gritted out. His head was bowed down to avoid the green eyes of his old friend, his breath came out ragged as he continued. "Please, ...I need your help."
Izuku came closer to the fallen Ground Zero to kneel right on the side of the injured hero. He reached out to take the right hand in their own, brushing his fingertips against his palms that would normally be trying to explode his face off right now.
He looked back down at his old friend, tilting his head up for him to inspect the damage. "Aww, Kacchan. What did they do to you?"
"Heh, you can't tell from the knife sticking out of my body? Don't worry, they are the ones who look worse."
"Silly Kacchan," Izuku whispered, stroking the blonde hair of his childhood friend. "Alright, give me your arm. I need to get you to the couch before you pass out on me. I'm sure I can fix you up in no time, Ground Zero."
"I have no doubt about it," Bakugo replied, knowing that Izuku would save him just like he always did. And he would save him. And maybe someday, they will finally have a definition for what they were to each other.
Friends? Friends don't bully each other, so that didn't quite fit the label.
Enemies? Eh. He couldn't say for sure that they were true enemies. Deku didn't act villainous no matter what act he tried to pull up in front of other heroes. He was just as heroic as he once was, never once committing a heinous crime. The closest Deku can get to a crime is property damage from all the buildings he covers in graffiti.
Frenemies? Lovers? Maybe. He couldn't really put a solid definition on what the relationship they had was. They helped each other out when they were off duty. When they were on duty, they did their jobs separately, rarely crossing paths. And when they were alone, he could almost convince himself that it felt almost domestic.
While Bakugo was lost in his thoughts, Izuku pulled out the knife, replacing it with a towel. Bakugo had gotten high strength painkillers beforehand that Izuku got his hands on from one of acquaintances that acted as a healer to the other vigilantes that he crossed paths with. But even with the painkillers, stab wounds still hurt.
They hurt a lot.
"FUCKING HELL!" Bakugo yelled, pushing his own hands over Izuku's to try to stop the bleeding.
"I know, Kacchan," Izuku muttered, pressing on the wound to stop the blood. "Don't worry, I pulled in a favor. You will be better in no time and I can drop you back off at your apartment."
"Can I just crash here?" Bakugo asked quietly, staring up at the ceiling as Izuku checked over his wound.
"If you want that," Izuku shrugged. Izuku began to apply bandages over the wound, knowing that his healer would come in a few minutes to quicken the job. "I can even make crepes in the morning."
Bakugo sneered, "No fucking way, you'll burn them to crisps. I'll cook breakfast if I can stand in the morning."
Izuku smiled at his response. No matter if either of them were hurt, he still wouldn't allow him to cook. And no matter how hurt he got, he was as stubborn as he always was. Kacchan was different from the past and he was glad to be part of his life even if they weren't following the exact same dream anymore.
"I love Kacchan's cooking," Izuku responded back honestly.
And then there was a rumbling from his window. The healer was here which meant to throw a blanket over Ground Zero's face before Izuku went to greet them.
Maybe one day, they would actually know what the hell they were to each other. But right now, they were comfortable where they were.
Well except Bakugo right now who was still suffering from a stab wound that the healer was hurrying the process of.
