"Are you okay, Uraraka? You look a bit pale," a girl's voice said next to her. She pulled her eyes off the green haired boy walking to the nurse with his hand over his nose. Jiro stood next to her. She had pulled her away from the fray. "Oh my gosh your cheek!" she gasped loudly gaining the attention of Bakugou and Kirishima.
"What?" she said touching her cheek and flinching. She had a bruise on it.
"Did you get hurt by any of the guys by chance?" she worried.
"I don't know everything happened so fast, maybe a stone hit me from one of the blasts.
"See what you did idiot!" Kirishima yelled. The girls looked at them. Both of them had a large gash in their left cheek. Kirishima was probably hit by Bakugou when he let go. "Your stupid explosions caused stones to fly everywhere!" he pointed to the pile of large stones that were scattered everywhere then to Ochacos face. "And you're also stupid Uraraka, standing so close and refusing to move!" he scolded.
"I'll be fine, are you two going to be okay?" she asked concerned. Kirishima's cheek was cut open and Bakugou had cuts everywhere.
"We'll be fine, I'm gonna go clean this off and get Mina to look after me, he laughed and ran to the pink-skinned teen. Bakugou started to walk away.

"Wait!" Ochaco said. He stopped and turned. "This was mostly my fault, please let me help you with the essay," she said looking down.
"No."
"Wha- wait why not!"
"Because it's my punishment, and we've got another project to do, which you're going to have to do most of so I can finish this essay," he said softer than she expected. "Thanks for the offer though."
"I still feel like it was my fault, Deku got too protective, even though you were out of line too, I want to make it up to both of you," he sighed making her look up at him.
"If you're dead set on it, then you can help me fix this," he gestured to his face.
"I don't think she has that much time Bakugou!" Kirishima piped up, his arm draped around the pink haired girl, who giggled. He got a growl accompanied by a cuss.
"I can help with the cuts though, give me a minute to get my first aid kit and I'll be in your room afterwards okay," she smiled. "And then we can work on the project tomorrow," she said before bolting to the building. She ran to the elevator and pushed the buttons frantically. She burst into her room and rummaged around her room for the kit. She hadn't used it in some time so she forgot where it was. She spent 20 minutes looking for it until eventually, she found it under a pile of stuff she didn't think would hide her first aid kit. She changed out of her clothes and got into a black tank top and sweatpants before she bolted out of the room and to the elevator. She pressed the button for the floor above hers and exhaled when the doors closed. She didn't understand why she was hyped up, Bakugou had been nothing but mean to her most of the time. She didn't get why he was even remotely nice to her, but she accepted it. The doors opened and she walked to his room. She knocked on the door once and it flew open. Had he been waiting for her? She jumped back at the sudden movement of the door.

"What are you scared I'm going to stab you?" he asked sarcastically.
"Bakugou, were you waiting for me?" she asked her eyebrow cocked.
"Yes now get in!" he said bluntly, moving so she could step in. She walked into his room and he closed the door behind her. She scanned his room, looking for a place for him to sit. His chair had clothes piled on it, his uniform he had just been wearing and a towel. Had he just come from a shower? She felt her face heat up.
"Mind the mess, I rinsed off quickly before you got here," he said noticing her prolonged staring.
"No it's okay, I was just looking for a place for you to sit," she said turning to face him.
"The bed," he said as he walked to the bed and sat down.
"Right," she said awkwardly. She walked to him and placed the small bag next to him. She opened the bag and collected some stuff to clean his wounds with and plasters for the really bad cuts.

"How's your cheek?" he asked breaking the silence.
"Oh, it's okay, I don't really know how I got it, I don't know if it was a stone or something else,"
"Something else being your red string getting hurt,"
"Possibly, he's kind of clumsy sometimes," she said shrugging, "I wouldn't know, and I can't ask him, he's avoiding me still." She stood up after picking up a small disposable cloth and she doused it with rubbing alcohol. "Okay, I'm going to need you to open your legs," she said. His eyes widened and he let out a laugh, a genuine laugh. Once she realized what she had said and how it came across she blushed furiously.
"At least you ask first," he chuckled. He opened his legs, allowing her place to stand. She walked to stand between them and examined his face. She looked at the gash on his left cheek under his eye, the one on his lip, his forehead to the right and the one on his right eyebrow, likely from the same kick Deku had given him. She chose the one on his forehead first, pausing before touching the cut.
"This may sting," she said and placed the cloth on his head. He flinched on contact, sucking in air. "Sorry!" she said as she dabbed the wound. It was pretty deep, and it threatened to bleed again.

"So who are you thinking of using for our project for Midnight?" he asked.
"About that,"
"What?" he cocked his eyebrow, causing the cut to bleed.
"Don't do that!" She scolded. She moved back and grabbed another cloth and placed it on the bleeding cut, to stop the blood.
"What about our project?" he asked, his tone annoyed.
"I don't know what it's about," she said sheepishly, "I hadn't slept well last night so I zoned."
"Wow! That was so clever!" he said sarcastically.
"Watch it! I'm currently trying to help you here!" she spat, "I can let you get an infection if you want." She said. She expected a snarky comment, but instead, she got a chuckle. She looked down at him curiously, she wasn't expecting that.
"Someone's feisty," he said. She noticed that it sounded a lot like something she'd say. She shook it off and smiled at him, before winking playfully. She felt comfortable with the banter, maybe Kirishima was right about him. "Anyway, the project isn't anything special, we just have to write an essay on new heroes that have made their debut in the past year."
"Oh crap, I haven't been paying that much attention to that," she sighed.

"So you have no one in mind?" he asked. She shook her head and sighed. The cut had stopped bleeding and she had cleaned it properly. She bent down and reached for one of the patches she had laid out. His face was very close to her neck and she could feel his breathing on it, causing a blush to push its way to her cheeks. Ignoring it she rectified herself and placed it on his head.
"Then it's a good thing I have someone in mind," he said.
"Oh? Who?" she asked. She placed the cloth against his eyebrow and he flinched again.
"A new hero named Misty," he said. "I just so happen to know her civilian identity and I can get an interview with her," he grinned proudly.
"And am I allowed to know her name?" she asked as she bent down to look at the cut under his eye, it was also pretty deep. She crumpled the bloodied cloth along with the one she had been using and took another, dousing it in alcohol before leaning down to his face. She was so close to him and it flustered her. She felt like it was inappropriate. She noticed the blush on his face, making her realize he could see down her shirt.
"Don't look down my shirt, eyes up buddy!" she said as she touched his cheek. He flinched again but he was used to the sting.
"Never mind the fact that I've been staring directly at your boobs while you were busy with my forehead." He chuckled. She jumped back and looked at him with shock.
"You're kidding?" she asked. He shook his head and she punched him in the chest.
"No!" she squealed and he laughed.
"By the way, what cup size are you?" he said and she gawped before pushing her hands into his stomach causing him to double over in pain. He clutched his stomach and lopped to the side falling onto the bed.
"Ouch! I was just messing with you!" he groaned. She thought he was faking it, turning her head away to his chair, looking at the clothing that was strewn over the chair. His school shirt had fallen to the floor but there was something wrong about it, it looked torn in the middle, not completely but there were tears around the area where Kirishima had grabbed him, spots of blood lined the tears. She gasped and ran to his side.

"Bakugou! Are you okay?" she asked. He seemed in less pain now, but she could see he was still sore.
"Yeah I'm all good," he groaned.
"Don't lie!" she scolded. The next thought that went through her head was shocking but she needed to say it. "Bakugou I need you to take off your shirt!" He looked at her with a smirk. "I'm not trying to get in your pants! I want to check something!"
"I can't," he said sitting up slowly. He was trying to be cheeky but she had no time. She grabbed the hem of it and pulled up. She removed the black t-shirt carefully before discarding it. His arms covered the wound but she saw some blood drip down his stomach. She grabbed his hands and moved them away, dropping to her knees. There was a large gash on his stomach, she gasped at the sight. Blood leaked out and she needed to stop the bleeding.
"Why didn't you mention this?" She yelled.
"Because it wasn't a big deal, it bled a little in the shower but it stopped," he shrugged.
"Stay here, I need to get some longer gauze," she said jumping up. She grabbed the black towel off the chair causing a pair of boxers to fall out from inside. She disregarded them and shoved the towel in his hands, guiding them to hold the towel to the cut.
"Where are you going to get that?" he asked as she walked to the door.
"I don't have any but Momo is right across the hall, I can ask her to make some for me," she said, opening the door and closing it behind her before bolting to get to Momo's room.

~

When she returned the bleeding had stopped.
"What did Momo say?" he asked.
"She gave it to me after I explained the situation," she said, holding a roll of cloth up in the air. She grabbed the towel and moved it away. "I need another one," she said.
"Bathroom, the towel rack has a clean one there," she made her way to his bathroom and looked around.

Her eyes landed on the open cabinet where a box of condoms stood next to a bunch of pill bottles. Her eyes widened and she blushed, grabbing the towel and speeding out. "And now?" he asked when he saw her face.
"You need to close your cabinet," she said, as she put alcohol on the towel and dropped to her knees while he tried to figure out why.
"Oh!" he said realizing what was going on. "Kasumi gave them to me at the beginning of the year," he rolled his eyes.
"Oh of course," she placed the towel on his stomach.
"Yeah, speaking of Kasumi, she's Misty, the new hero," he said. "I never got to tell you what her real name was."
"Really?" she said looking up at him. She had her one hand placed on his hip to steady him and her other was dabbing the cut. Kirishima had obviously cut a bit too deep. "So can I ask you something?"
"Sure,"
"How long have you two been dating?" she asked out of curiosity.
"Wait, you mean Kasumi?" he blurted as she nodded. "Ew God, we're not!" he said. "She's my older sister," She looked up at him in surprise but then it clicked. Why hadn't she thought of that?

"How did I not see it?" she giggled. "How much older?"
"Two years, she turned 20 last Saturday," he said. She unwrapped the gauze and started to wrap it around his stomach. She wrapped it around him until it was finished.
"There you should be set for a while, but you need to get that looked at," she said. She walked over to her supplies and grabbed a clean cloth and sanitized it. He opened his legs without a word. She placed the cloth under his eye on his wound and started dabbing it. "This one will need to be covered too," she said and he hummed back. "I have another question," she said removing the cloth. She wasn't finished but she needed to ask.
"You're full of questions Uraraka Ochaco," he said but agreed anyway.
"Why did your sister buy you condoms?" she asked blushing, not looking him in the eye.
"Why do you want to know?" he asked, a smirk playing on his face. "Want to know if I use them?" he said his voice getting huskier as he continued.

"No that's not it," she squeaked, "I just thought it was unusual. Ca- Can you hand me a small patch, please?" she stuttered and he complied handing her a small plaster. She placed it on his cheek gently.
"She thought that since I've become rather popular with the younger girls, she thought better be safe," he breathed. He stood up quickly, towering over her. She tried to back away but he walked with her.
"Okay well! You're all patched up!" she said nervously. She moved back again but felt her back slam against his cupboard doors.
"No I'm not, you missed a spot," he whispered as he took a step closer, closing the gap between them, she placed her hand on his chest to try to stop him, her face a deep shade of scarlet, redder than his eyes. She had forgotten that he was shirtless and she touched bare skin causing her blush to deepen. She tried to duck away to the side, but he stretched out an arm and placed it firmly on the door blocking her path as he moved closer.