Hello!

So, another story for the Fem!Deku's series.^^
I had this story for a while, but I decided to post now that I am finishing the last chapter.
I also have one for Todoroki X Fem!Deku, but it will take a while to finish.^^''
But anyway, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter!^^


"I'm going to the hospital."

Red Riot, or just Kirishima Eijirou stared at his best friend, and fellow Pro Hero for a second, before he started laughing.

"Oh my god!" He exclaimed between laughs. "For a second I thought that I heard you saying that you are going…" But Bakugou Katsuki, or Pro Hero Ground Zero, was glaring at him, unamused. "...to…the…hospital…?"

Kirishima looked at him as if he grew another head.

"Where are you going?!" The disbelief at his tone of voice annoyed the explosive hero.

"Did I fucking stuttered?! I said that I'm going to the hospital!" Bakugou hissed, a frown at his face.

"Did that villain…" The red haired hero pointed at the villain that the police were about to transport. "...hit you in the head?! Are you okay, Bakugou?! Do you have a concussion?!"

"Shut up, Shitty Hair!" Bakugou snapped, a vein pulsing on his forehead. "I'm fucking fine!"

"So why are you going to the hospital?!" Kirishima couldn't help but sound desperate. Something must be wrong with Bakugou, as there was no other explanation for his sudden decision to visit the hospital.

And this time, Katsuki stopped talking (yelling) for a moment.

"...I got some bruises to take care of." He finally answered. "And I have to take off the stitches."

"Bruises…and stitches."

Kirishima scanned the area, looking for any signs of unusual activities. Some police officers were departing with the villain that they just defeated, while others continued at the crime scene to take care of the curious public that was still around, trying to record or take photos of him and Bakugou that were still there.

Nothing strange, that's why he was worried. Nothing was signaling that the world was ending because Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Ground Zero of all people, wanted to go to the hospital of his own free will.

"What happened with the usual… 'HELL NO! I DON'T NEED TO GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL! IT'S A WASTE OF MY FUCKING TIME!'." Red Riot stated with his best imitation of Katsuki's loud voice. And damn! If Mina, Kaminari or Sero were there, they would agree that he did a good job.

"FUCK YOU, SHITTY HAIR! IT'S NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS IF I GO TO THE HOSPITAL OR NOT!" Bakugou retorted sharply.

"But Bro!" An exasperated Kirishima protested. "You never go to the hospital willingly! Even if you're bleeding like an open tap, we have to force you to go there!"

"So what?! Shouldn't you be happy that I'm actually going there for once?! I'm fucking tired of you guys tearing my ears off, that's why I am going to the hospital now!" Bakugou threw his arms in the air as a sign of irritation.

And before Eijirou could say another word, Katsuki turned around and stormed out of there, leaving a dumbfounded Red Riot behind.

The world will end at the next hour. The red haired man thought, before grabbing his phone, and sending a message at a group chat.

"Class A Madness" group chat

Tuesday, May 20, 20XX

Red Riot:

Bakugou went to the hospital of his own free will!

[2:15 p.m]

Red Riot:

The world will end at the next hour!

[2:15 p.m]

Red Riot:

If you don't want to have any regrets, go and do whatever you need to!

[2:15 p.m]

Red Riot:

Now!

[2:16 p.m]

Cellophane:

Well, shit! There's no way that I will get a girlfriend in the next hour!

[2:20 p.m]

Uravity:

Nooo! I still haven't tried the new mochi shop near the station!

[2:23 p.m]

Shouto:

Okay, let's just spend every cent that my father has on his bank account before the world ends. It would be a waste of money to leave it untouched.

[2:25 p.m]

Ingenium:

I don't have regrets!

[2:26 p.m]

Chargebolt:

At least someone is gonna die happy.

[2:31 p.m]

Pinky:

WHY BLASTY DECIDED THAT GOING TO THE HOSPITAL NOW IS A GOOD IDEA?

[2:33 p.m]

Pinky:

LAST TIME THAT I SAW HIM, HE GAVE ME THE MIDDLE FINGER JUST BECAUSE I SAID THE WORD "HOSPITAL"!

[2:33 p.m]

Pinky:

WHAT THE HELL, KIRISHIMA?!

[2:34 p.m]

Red Riot:

I don't have any idea!

[2:35 p.m]

Ground Zero:

FUCK YOU DIPSHITS!

[2:54 p.m]

It started a week before.

Bakugou Katsuki hate hospitals. It was a waste of his time!

If he was actually bleeding like a rare burger, or if he broke a bone, or if one of his organs were damaged, yeah, hospitals were okay! But right now, he just have a small gash (not so small) on his left arm, and another one on his chest (and again, not a small gash), so he was fine, he could take care of himself at the agency, buy some supplies from the pharmacy near his apartment on his way home, and he would be all good to work next day.

But nooo! The bastard that he call best friend since high school, Kirishima fucking Eijirou, force him to go to the hospital, promising that he would take care of the paper work at the agency while Katsuki was stuck at the hospital emergency room.

"Fucking waste of time." The ash blond man muttered impatiently. He was sitting at one of the beds designated just for heroes in the emergency room, waiting for a doctor or nurse, he didn't care, to show up and patch him. But he was there for 10 minutes and no one came yet.

He could see the staff running around the emergency room, civilians and heroes were coming in, ones in better conditions than others, but judging from his own experiences, Katsuki knew that those people would be okay soon.

He huffed when another 5 minutes went by. He stood up.

"I'm getting out of here!"

"No, you're not going anywhere, Pro Hero Ground Zero."

When he turned his head, red eyes met vibrant green ones, and for a split second, Katsuki thought that those were the prettiest eyes that he ever saw.

Standing at the feet of his bed, was a small green haired woman around his age wearing a white coat. Her long green curls were tied in a ponytail, her slightly pink cheeks were full of freckles, and a small smile was playing in her lips. She was cute, even beautiful, Katsuki could admit it in his head, yet, that was for just a fleeting moment, he quickly shook off that thought, replacing it with a snarl directed at the woman.

"And who do you think you are to stop me from leaving?"

She arched an eyebrow amused.

"For starters, a doctor."

"Well, duh!" Bakugou rolled his eyes. "I'm not fucking blind."

"But you still asked anyway."

"Don't you know what a rhetorical question is?"

"Is that supposed to be a rhetorical question too?"

This time Katsuki glared at the doctor, but she had the nerve to smile and push him to sit at the bed again. Sassy woman!

"Okay, let's check your injuries, Ground Zero-san." The woman continued, not even a little bit fazed by his glare, as she took his left arm to inspect the injury. Bakugou had wanted to shake her hand off of him, but he gave up. Her touch was soft and warm, and without his permission, his body relaxed at the sensation.

Her green eyes looked up from his arm to his injured chest, part of his hero costume got torn by the villain's attack, so it was easy to see the gash, but being under the inquisitive viridian eyes, Katsuki felt naked, not that he was ashamed of his body! Fuck! He was hot as hell! His half naked photos in magazines were proof enough! Yet, he felt warm, his face felt a little bit warm too. For some reason he was embarrassed, and his copying mechanism for that was anger.

"No big deal." He grumbled.

"No big deal?" The doctor repeated unamused. "Really? The wound on your chest is large, not deep, but still needs a lot of attention. Also, your arm will need stitches!"

"See?! I am not dying!

"That's your standards?"

"What?!" He snapped. "Bloody mess sounds better for you?!"

The green haired woman rolled her eyes, turning around to open a small cabinet beside the bed to get some ointment, bandages, and supplies to stitch and sterilize her patient's arm.

"Sir."

"Don't call me sir! I am 25!"

"Ground Zero-san." She tried again.

"Don't you have a fucking medical record with my name?!"

She smiled. A fake business type of smile.

"Ground Zero." The doctor said, it was clear that now, she wouldn't call him by his name. "Stay still for a few minutes and I promise that you will be out of the hospital before dinner."

They looked at each other in a silent war, but in the end Bakugou sighed and extended his arm. The earlier he left this hell hole the better.

"Fine! Just do it!"

"Good!"

And 40 minutes later, just as promised, the doctor was giving him a paper to sign so he could leave the hospital, chest and arm covered in bandages, and a medicine prescription for pain in hands.

"See, not so bad." She said, a smile on her lips.

"Took you 40 minutes to discharge me!" The pro hero complained, eyes checking the new bandages.

"If you stopped moving and complaining, I would end in less than 20 minutes. Also, I told you that you would leave before dinner, I fulfilled my promise." The green haired woman rebuked, eyes scanning the papers that Katsuki signed just to make sure that everything was okay. "Don't be such a baby."

"What did you fucking call me now?!" a vein of irritation popped in his brow.

Brat? Yes! His older teacher, Aizawa Shouta or just Erasehead, and his mother still call him that! But Baby?! Fucking hell, NO! Baby?! No one, not even his own parents had called him 'baby'! Who the hell this woman thought she was?!

"Oh! And you need to come back next week to take the stitches off." She ignored the blond man, giving him more instructions.

"Don't ignore me!"

"But if the stitches come off before it's also okay."

"Hey!"

"Just come back next week so we can check if your wounds are healing well."

There was a bursting feeling at Katsuki's chest, he was one word from snapping at the green haired doctor, who looked really amused by his glare and reactions. Maybe his three years in the U.A, his job as a pro hero under Best Jeanist, and years of therapy to control his anger, had softened him, because this woman wasn't afraid of his glare at all. Or she just has a death wish. Whatever.

"I will see you next week, Ground Zero." She smiled.

"Hell no!" He exclaimed. "I will go somewhere else to take off the stitches! No way that I'm coming back to this shithole!"

The doctor crossed her arms and arched a green eyebrow unimpressed

"Seriously?"

"I don't say shit that I don't mean!"

She placed her hands on her hips and sighed.

"Well, okay."

And Katsuki was surprised by the answer.

"Okay?" He repeated. Wasn't that too easy?

"Yeah, okay." She continued. "I didn't know that I scared you that much."

Katsuki stayed quiet for a moment, processing the woman's words. Did she just say…

"Fuck you!" He snapped, piercing red eyes glaring daggers at the doctor who was giggling at him. "Who would be scared of a stupid broccoli like you?!"

"Woah, that's mean." She didn't sound offended. "I graduated at first place in my class! Also, people say that I am a really cute broccoli for your information."

"Whoever told you that, is a fucking liar, or need a good pair of glasses!" He retorted, ignoring the 'I was first place in my class' part. "I will be here next week!"

"Okay, okay." The green haired doctor dismissed him with a wave of her hand, and when she was almost out of his line of vision, she completed. "See you next week…if you don't chicken out."

"See you next week…if you don't chicken out."

"I came to take off the stitches." A week later, Bakugou was at the front desk of the same hospital, red eyes glaring at the poor receptionist. Those 'farewell' words, fucking challenging words, were circling his mind for a whole week, and he was ready for another chat with the sassy doctor.

What was her name again?

Katsuki frowned, and the receptionist, the poor and scared middle aged woman, started typing faster on the computer, completing as fast as possible his papers for the treatment.

He couldn't remember. The damn doctor didn't introduce herself either…not that it would have mattered, but he was sure that he saw her name tag pinned at her white coat…the second kanji was "ku" for sure...but the first one…was it "de"? Deku? Weird name, who names their kid 'Deku'? But who cares? He didn't.

"Hey!" He said, and the woman flinched.

"Yes, Ground Zero-san?"

"Tell Deku to come take the stitches."

"D-Deku…?" The receptionist stuttered. "I'm…I'm s-sorry sir, but I don't think that we have anyone that goes by 'Deku' working here…"

The pro hero huffed.

"Short woman, green eyes, freckles, hair is green like a broccoli and sassy as fuck!" He described, fingers tapping at the attendants table.

"Green hair and eyes, freckles…Oh! Midoriya-san!"

Midoriya , even her name, has something to do with green, Katsuki thought.

"Okay, I will request that Midoriya-san take care of you sir, but it may take some time…don't you prefer the next available doctor…"

"I don't care." The ash blond hero cut the woman's sentence, red eyes glaring at her. "Tell HER to come at me."

"Yes, sir!"

Okay, maybe he was abusing his pro hero' status by requesting an specific doctor to take care of him, but fuck that! He wanted to show that damn woman that, yes, he came back and would never back off from a challenge!

Challenge? Didn't you just want to see her again?

He felt his cheeks growing warm under his mask.

Fucking traitor brain! She did challenge him! That's the only, and he repeated again in his mind, the only reason for him to come back.

"Ground Zero-san." The receptionist called. "At the end of the hall, turn to your right. You can enter room 3. Midoriya-san will be there soon."

Katsuki sat on the examination table as soon as he entered the room, his hand immediately going for his phone. Then what? He discovered that the idiot that he calls 'best friend' texted all their ex-classmates (and begrudgingly "friends"), about his visit to the hospital.

He typed furiously at his phone. Using capital letters he sent a 'fuck you dipshits' at the group chat, and on private, he sent a 'fuck you' for Kirishima. What a great friend Shitty Hair was, spreeding a word about his private matters to the extras the fucking second after he left the crime scene! He's going to kill all the assholes that answered the messages, and Kirishima surely would get his ass blast to the sun.

"Gossipy bastards!" The blond hissed between gritted teeth. "They should open a gossip blog instead of working as heroes. They would be rich by now."

"Oh, I see that you are in a good mood today!

Bakugou grunted and ran a hand over his face, praying for some god to give him patience, because his other pain in the neck just arrived with an amused smile on lips.

"So, how are you today, Ground Zero?" The doctor asked politely.

"Fucking great!" Katsuki said, irony dripping at every word. "Just take the damn stitches so I can leave the hospital and blast some idiots."

"You sat here for…" The woman checked the time on her wrist watch. "... less than 10 minutes, and are already trying to leave. I thought that you wanted to have at least a chat."

"Hah?!" The hero scoffed. "Who the hell would want to chat with you of all people?!"

"Well, you went through the trouble to ask for me , so I'm sorry if I misunderstood something." She said, quickly heading to the cabinets and rummaging for the necessary medical instruments.

"I just came to show you that I didn't fucking chicken out, like you suggested last week!"

"...Oh..." Her green eyes widened, as if she just remembered something. "I forget about it."

"You forg-!"

"But I am really glad that you came back anyway." The woman interrupted. "You are a hero after all, and need to take care of yourself."

"I can handle myself!" Bakugou's lips curled into a snarl, yet the woman paid no heed.

"Of course, of course! I'm sure you can~." She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye before refocusing on the equipment she was handling, seemingly unimpressed by his assertion. "That's why you are here, in the hospital."

A vein popped in his head, and once again, Katsuki snapped.

"Fuck you, Deku!"

The green haired woman came to a sudden halt, her tasks at hand forgotten. She turned to look at the Pro Hero that even in the middle of his tantrum, felt that now he genuinely had the doctor's attention.

"What…" She started, any trace of amusement gone, instead, her green eyes narrowed and flashed with a lot of emotions that Katsuki couldn't name. "...did you call me?"

"Deku. Isn't it your name?" His red eyes met the emerald ones, he arched an eyebrow and pointed a finger at her nametag. Her tense shoulders relaxed a little bit, but she was still studying him, Katsuki was sure of that, he saw that look a lot in his opponents faces all the time. "It's written on your name tag."

"My name is Izuku." The doctor, Izuku, finally said. "Midoriya Izuku, not Deku."

"Still can be read as Deku."

"Which parent would name their child 'Deku'?" Izuku commented, a sighed escaping her lips, and hands moving around her medical equipment. "Didn't you think that something was wrong?"

"I don't give a shit about how people name their children!" He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "And I don't care if your name is Izuku or Deku either."

"Why am I not surprised?" She rolled her eyes and approached the man. "Can you take off the gauntlets?"

"Do I look like someone who has time to keep remembering extra's names?!" Katsuki growled, but complied with the request, removing the equipment.

"I do remember all my patiences names though." Izuku commented, holding the hero's arm and examining the stitches that were starting to get loose. A good sign, the injury was healing really nice.

"Hah!" The blond scoffed. "Says the extra that only knows my hero name."

"I know your name, I just opted to call you by your hero name. That's different."

A smirk appeared at Katsuki's lips.

"So what is my name, Deku?"

Izuku stopped again, but this time she didn't look annoyed or whatever she was feeling before. This time, green eyes were twinkling with amusement.

"Kacchan." She responded sweetly, almost saccharine, with an overly cheerful fake smile.

Katsuki stared, blinked, and then blinked a few more times. What?

"I believe we can skip a few friendship steps since you've already given me such a lovely nickname, right Kacchan?"

Kacchan. Kacchan. Kacchan? Who?

"WHO THE FUCK IS KACCHAN?!"

And the doctor laughed at his reaction.

"Oh, silly man." Izuku struggled to stifle her laughter. "It's you. You are Kacchan."

"Go to hell!" The pro hero yelled. "The fuck is wrong with your head to call me with this fucking girly name?!"

"Nickname." She corrected him.

"I don't give a damn, dipshit!"

"If you are calling me 'Deku', I can call you 'Kacchan'. It's fair."

"As if!"

"Are you going to address me as Midoriya, or at least Izuku?"

"Hell no!"

"Then I won't call you Bakugou either." She deadpanned.

"Just fucking go back to my hero name then!" He huffed, growing increasingly irritated.

He was on the brink of exploding—figuratively, that is. Katsuki had outgrown his penchant for going around and exploding at everyone (except villains - that he still blows up literally - and his idiot friends), but his already almost non existent patience was wearing thin at each second.

"Not anymore, Kacchan~"

To hell with patience! I never had any to begin with anyway!

If someone heard (and they did) yelling, explosions, and laughter inside room 3, no one said a word about it, not when Ground Zero was using his collection of swears that he usually saves just for the worst villains.