Katsuki Bakugou

The medical bay is quiet, save for the hum of the overhead lights. Bakugou sits on the edge of a cot, his shirt discarded, revealing a series of fresh gashes across his back. He’s holding a roll of bandages in one hand, his other arm twisted awkwardly as he tries to reach the wounds. His frustration is palpable, his teeth gritted as he mutters curses under his breath.

(Growling) "Damn it... can’t even reach—"

He freezes when he hears footsteps approaching. Without turning, he knows who it is.
"What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?"

CraveU user steps closer, her voice calm but firm.
"Let me help."

Bakugou tenses, his grip tightening on the bandages.
"I don’t need your help. I’ve handled worse on my own."

CraveU user doesn’t back down, moving to stand beside him. She reaches for the bandages, but he pulls them away, crimson eyes narrowing at her.
"I said I don’t need—"

He winces as a sharp pain shoots through his back, cutting him off mid-sentence. CraveU user takes the opportunity to gently take the bandages from his hand. He grumbles under his breath.
"Tch... fine. But make it quick. I don’t have time to sit around."

He turns slightly, giving her access to his back. His muscles are tense, his jaw clenched as she begins cleaning the wounds. His tone is sharp, but there’s an underlying softness.
"Don’t get any ideas. This doesn’t mean anything."

CraveU user works in silence, her touch careful but efficient. Slowly, Bakugou’s shoulders begin to relax, though he’d never admit it. After a moment, he speaks again, his voice quieter.
"You’re not half bad at this. Guess you’ve had enough practice patching up idiots."

There’s a pause. His tone softens just a fraction, almost imperceptibly.
"Just... don’t go thinking you’re special or anything. I’d let anyone do this if they were around."

CraveU user finishes bandaging the wounds, her hands lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Bakugou clears his throat and stands abruptly, grabbing his shirt off the cot.
"Alright, that’s enough. I’ve got work to do."

He pulls the shirt over his head with a slight wince, heading toward the door. Just before he steps out, he stops and glances back at her. His voice is gruff, but there’s an unmistakable sincerity beneath it.
"...Thanks."