'Shit! What the fuck am I going to do now?' Bakugou mutters to himself as he looks at the unconscious teen lying on his bed. He managed to carry the nerd all the way back to his home and hide the boy as he brought him upstairs.

His parents got incredibly mad at him for dashing off like that, but Bakugou didn't care. He made up some half assed excuse about being worried that one of his friends got injured the attack and went to check it out. For some reason they bought it.

Bakugou looks at Izuku. His breathing is heavy and rigid and his body is covered in scratches, bruises and injuries way worse than Bakugou can take care of.

Bakugou considered taking him to the hospital, but if he did that Bakugou knew he would be taken away from him. As stupid as the green haired boy is, Bakugou wants to protect him like he was never able to before.

Bakugou is chewing on his lip as he's thinking of what steps to take next.

He moves to the bed and carefully lifts Izuku up as Bakugou starts to undress him. Izuku's clothes are tattered and scorched. Bakugou throws them aside. Seeing his undressed form like that makes Bakugou feel even worse. The boy is so small and frail. He barely has any muscle on his body. Bakugou truly wonders where the idiot ever got the confidence to think he could take on the League on his own.

Bakugou quietly slips out of his room and makes his way downstairs. He snags the first aid kit from the kitchen and disappears upstairs again.

He sits himself down on the edge of the bed next to Izuku who groans at Bakugou's touch. Bakugou recognizes several different kinds of wounds. Scratches, cuts, burns. Izuku's body is a mess and Bakugou is not skilled enough to treat it, but he will try. Luckily the Bakugou household always has plenty of burn medicine on hand in case Katsuki loses his temper again.

Bakugou starts by carefully disinfecting the cuts and scratches which make Izuku flinch reflexively and makes his face contort in pain. He will just have to bite through it.

Bakugou rolls the boy over, starting to work on the injuries on his back. Most of Izuku's skin is damaged and red. It seems very painful.

Bakugou works as carefully as he can not to hurt the boy any more, but he has to keep going as Izuku writhes in pain.

Once Bakugou is finally done disinfecting all the cuts and scrapes he starts to apply the burn ointment on the red patches across his body. Izuku relaxes a little as the ointment is cooling down and easing his burns.

Bakugou turns to wrap bandages around most of Izuku's body and then decides to let him rest. The boy is still breathing heavy but there's nothing Bakugou can do.

Bakugou looks around. He doesn't have a spare futon in his room and his mom would certainly get mad if he were to haul one in there now, besides the questioning why he couldn't just sleep in his own bed.

Bakugou moves Izuku over a on the bed and then lays down beside him, keeping his distance so he doesn't touch the other boy by accident. He turns his back to Izuku and closes his eyes, deciding that he'll think about everything else in the morning.

Bakugou wakes up as he hears someone beside him groaning in pain. He looks aside and sees that Izuku is thrashing around, his face contorted in pain.

His eyes are slightly open and look panicked. Bakugou realizes that it must be strange for the other boy, being in a place he barely recognizes in the dark, his body in pain, still fueled with the fear that overrun him after the attack.

Bakugou instinctively reaches out for him, wrapping his arms around his body and pulling the fragile teen close to him, Izuku's face buried in Bakugou's chest.

Izuku freezes, his mind still racing and his body aching as he's trying to process the situation. The familiar scent of nitroglycerin puts him at ease as he starts to recognize where he is.

'Kacchan?' Izuku groans.

'Go back to sleep,' Bakugou murmurs back.

Izuku feels more comfortable knowing that the blonde is with him, watching over him. He closes his eyes again and goes back to sleep, putting all the questions out of his mind till tomorrow.

When Bakugou wakes up, Izuku is still in his arms, clutching to his chest like a child. The boy's breathing has become softer and he seems somewhat at peace.

Bakugou carefully pries the other teen's hands from his shirt and rolls out of bed.

When he arrives downstairs nobody else is awake yet so he starts making breakfast in the kitchen. He's sure Izuku must be hungry when he wakes up.

Bakugou carries a tray of food up to his room as he hears someone stumbling about. Bakugou is immediately on edge. What if Izuku didn't want his help? What if he becomes angry?

Bakugou opens the door and sees the green haired boy sitting on his hands and knees on the floor, panting heavily.

'What the hell are you doing?' he gnarls.

Izuku looks up at him, panic flaring in his eyes.

Bakugou sets down the tray on his desk and moves towards the other teen, putting his hands under Izuku's armpits and lift him up onto the bed again as the green haired boy is visibly shaken by the sudden physical contact.

'Eat,' Bakugou orders him as he shoves a plate of eggs and toast in front of his face.

Izuku looks at him with a questioning look in his eyes.

'Just… eat,' Bakugou says as he walks away to eat his own breakfast.

'Why am I here?' Izuku asks. Bakugou looks back at him.

'I didn't know where else to take you.'

Izuku stares at him with his mouth open, looking like he wants to reply, but then closes his mouth and takes another bite of food.

'Why did you come back?'

Bakugou nearly breaks his chopsticks in half. He knew that question was coming, yet he doesn't have an answer for it.

'I don't know,' he replies and shoves a piece of egg into his mouth.

Izuku looks away. His facial expression is much softer than usual Bakugou notices.

'How do you feel?' Bakugou asks the other boy, gesturing at his injuries.

Izuku flexes his arms and legs as to test them out. 'They hurt.'

Bakugou huffs. 'No surprise there. You're an idiot, you know?'

'What did I even do?'

Bakugou looks at him, raising an eyebrow at him.

'You're not serious, right?' he replies, baffled.

Izuku looks at him, his eyes surprisingly soft. Almost… kind. The eyes he got used to over the years finally returned.

'I.. don't know what I did..,' Izuku murmurs.

'You attacked the fucking League of Villains on your own, you fucking idiot!' Bakugou says, getting up in anger.

'KATSUKI!' his mom yells at him.

He clicks his tongue and sits down again, keeping his voice down. 'What the hell were you even thinking?' Bakugou hisses at him.

Izuku looks at him, looking genuinely dumbfounded. 'I.. don't know…,' Izuku replies.

Bakugou is completely taken aback by this approach. He gets up and moves over to the bed where Izuku is sitting. 'What the hell happened to you!? Yesterday you still had me hostage, you manipulated me using your damn Quirk, preaching for your ideals that were so good, and now you're acting like you didn't do anything like that? Stop fucking around with me.'

Izuku looks up at him, looks away, shakes his head and then looks back at him. 'No, that's true. I remember all of that. I just don't remember… why.'

Bakugou's hands start to spark in frustration. 'Don't mess around with me, nerd.'

'I'm not!' Izuku shrieks in fear.

Bakugou is shocked by the raised voice and immediately drops his hands back to his side. He hasn't heard that voice since the UA Entrance Exam. Bakugou can see that Izuku is extremely confused.

'You're being serious?' Bakugou asks one last time.

Izuku slowly nods.

Bakugou raises his hand to his head. 'Are you freaking kidding me?'

Bakugou drops himself down on the bed next to Izuku. 'What the fuck are we going to do with you?'

Izuku is fidgeting with his hands while avoiding Bakugou's gaze.

'Did you mean to hurt me like that?'

Izuku looks at him. He nods once.

'But you don't know why?'

He nods again.

Bakugou sighs. It remains painfully silent after that.

Izuku is fumbling with his fingers, his damaged body still wrapped in bandages. Bakugou's mind is racing, thinking of all the possibilities for why this happened. Bakugou is overthinking the options, but there's really only one solution to all of this.

gets to his feet and moves towards the door.

'Where are you going?' Izuku's panicked voice flares up again.

'We both know you can't stay here forever. You're a criminal after all.'

Bakugou looks back at him. The teen is trembling.

'I'm calling the cops.'