AN: Hello I've been thinking about two specific scenes in this drabble for like two weeks now and I finally got the motovation to write it. I apologize for any mistakes, it's kind of late for me and I don't really feel like proof-reading tonight

"Damn it, nerd! I don't need your fucking help!" Bakugo yells, elbowing Nakamura away.

"Bakugo your arm-"

"It's FINE!" He yells again, gripping his injured arm tightly.

"No, it's not-"

"I swear to God if you don't SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU MYSELF!"

This made Nakamura falter, silence falling over the two trapped in the dar room. Nakamura took a deep breath, rubbing his palms off on his pants. "Bakugo, just listen to me-"

"What!?" Bakugo snapped again, glaring daggers at Nakamura.

"If we don't do something about your arm-"

"God would you give it a rest already!? My arm is fine, and I don't need any help! Especially from a fucking extra."

"But it's not fine!"

"Yes, it fucking it!"

The next thing Bakugo felt was a sharp stinging sensation against his cheek. He touched his cheek gently. Did... was he just fucking slapped? Bakugo growled, turning his gaze to Nakamura.

"Did you just fucking-"

"BAKUGO KATSUKI!" Nakamura yelled, raising his voice over Bakugo's. "Your shoulder is dislocated, and if you use your quirk without setting it back in place it will cause permanent damage."

Bakugo was stunned for a second. "What is th-"

"So calm down, shut the fuck up, and let me set your shoulder."

Bakugo couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Hell no."

Nakamura groaned loudly. He could almost feel his eye twitch. "Fine, if you wanna be difficult."

He ripped a chunk of cloth off of the bottom half of his shirt, securing it in his mouth before turning to Bakugo, who was currently sulking and looking away from the frustrated hero-in-training. He took a deep breath before lunging himself at Bakugo, pinning him down under his weight.

"HEY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" Bakugo screamed, fight back to get the other mal off of him.

Nakamura held down Bakugo's injured arm with his knee, moving to set the dislocated shoulder when he felt an explosion go off under his stomach. He faltered for a second, fighting back the urge to throw up. The explosions contained, along with Bakugo's yelling and incoherent threats. He set Bakugo's shoulder roughly, causing the male under him to scream and let off an even bigger explosion. Nakamura tied the fabric that had been in his mouth around Bakugo's shoulder as a makeshift sling before quickly putting some distance between the two, gently touching the large burn on his stomach.

"Shit..." Nakamura mumbled quietly as his hands started to shake.

Bakugo sat up, a blank expression dawning his features. He gave an experimental roll of his shoulder. It still hurt, but at least he could move it. His brows furrowed as he looked over to the other male, who had backed himself up against a wall and had a hand hovering over a large burn on his stomach. Bakugo immediately felt his heart sink. He didn't intend for a explosion that big, especially in such close proximity to skin-- no. That fucking prick deserved it. The nerd shouldn't have done that, it was his fault he had that burn on his stomach. Not Bakugo's.

Still, he did still sneak a quick peek at Nakamura every once in a while to make sure he didn't die quietly or anything like that.

When the two students were found Bakugo couldn't help the sense of dread he felt as he and Nakamura were rushed to Recovery Girl's office. Surely that damn extra would turn him in, making his out to be the bad guy just to get him into some trouble. But... he didn't. Not when the two were answering questions about what happened, how they got trapped, anything. He didn't even allude to the idea that Bakugo had anything to do with it, even with Recovery Girl's obvious suspicion.

Bakugo was surprised to learn that what Nakamura had said was true.

"You were lucky your shoulder was set when it was," Recovery Girl had told him. "With your quick, you would have definitely suffered some major nerve damage that would have most certainly done a number on your performance as a hero. You better be thankful."

Well fuck. Bakugo was in debt. To that fucking extra of all people. And it wasn't something that he could just pay off either. No. It was the big gesture sort of debt that Bakugo despised with a burning passion. God... his life was going to be hell until he paid this off.

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"Damn it," Bakugo cursed, finding his classmate half-alive and bleeding from the stomach.

He kneeled down quickly, ripping off one of his gloves with his teeth and quickly checking for Nakamura's pulse. It was there, but extremely weak, and by the looks of things, Nakamura was losing blood fast. He lightly tapped his classmate's face, making his eyes flutter open.

"Hey," Baakugo spoke, uncharacisticly low and quiet. "You have to stay awake now, ok? If you fall asleep I'll have to kick your ass for it, alright?"

Nakamura nodded lightly, blinking harshly a few times before he settled on staring at a rock in the distance. Bakugo ripped open Nakamura's shirt, ignoring the wounds he long learned not to ask about. He inspected the would, deciding it was too dangerous to try and cauterize it with his quirk.

"We have to find that half-and-half bastard, alright?" Bakugo said, firmly meeting Nakamura's gaze. "But I don't trust you enough to leave you here alone, so you have to come with me, ok?"

"I can't walk..." Nakamura said weakly.

Bakugo nodded, removing the pieces of his costume around his head. "I know. You're gonna be on my shoulder, alright?"

Bakugo hoisted his classmate over his shoulder, trying to avoid the wound in any way he can. Then he started running. He doesn't know where the rest of their team was, much less anyone with genuine medical experience. Fuck. Fuck. Who thought it was a good idea to let kids do this!? Shouldn't they have known that something like this was going to happen!?

Bakugo started shouting off names, hoping to find someone. Anyone. But no reply came.

"Bakugo..."

"What!?" He snaps. Bakugo knows he shouldn't, especially in situations like this. Especially to a person who might be dying. Especially to a person who's last memory would be him being an asshole, snapping at them for simply calling out his name. He needs to stay calm. Stay focused. What would a hero do? But... in this moment, Bakugo doesn't know.

"Bakugo..." he hears Nakamura weakly call again. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself.

"Yeah?" He replies.

"It hurts..." Nakamura's voice cracks slightly. When Bakugo doesn't reply or slow down he continues, sobbing into Bakugo's back. "Bakugo please, it hurts so much! Just put me down!"

"No, if I put you down we won't be able to-"

"Bakugo PLEASE!"

Bakugo slowly came to a halt, knowing the man on his shoulder isn't afraid to do something himself, despite the risk. "Ok," he breathes out, slowly sliding his classmate off his shoulder and resting him against a piece of rubble. He kneels down quickly, using the ripped material of Nakamura's shirt to apply pressure, cringing when he let off a soft scream of pain. His heart nearly stopped when the the scream faded out. His eyes snapped up, only to find his teammate unconscious, going pale.

"No... No no no! Hey, you gotta wake up! Nakamura!" Bakugo yelled, giving Nakamura a sharp slap across the face. "TOSHIRO WAKE UP, YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE OUT HERE, YOU ASSHOLE! YOU FIXED MY ASS NOW IT'S MY JOB TO FIX YOURS YOU CAN'T FUCK FUCKING DO THIS!" Bakugo screamed, cried, for someone to find them as he desperately tried to stop the bleeding.

Someone found them soon after thanks to Bakugo's screaming, but he doesn't remember who. Honestly, the entire afternoon is nothing but a blur for Bakugo. He just remembers being forcibly silence. Being ripped away from what he prays isn't a lifeless body and someone quickly asking him what his blood type is. He remembers being surrounded by UA facility, too stunned to answer any of their questions. He remembers Mr. Aizawa tightly gripping his shoulders, firmly asking him a question. He only flexed his bloodsoaked hands, cringing at how they felt now that the blood was drying.

He was allowed to leave after a quick trip to Recovery Girl's office. The first thing he did when he got to the dorms was taking a shower. He ignored Deku, who tried desperately to ask him questions through tears. Truth be told, Kirishima and Todorki had to hold the smaller male back as Bakugo walked away.

He visited Nakamura the next day. He doesn't know why. Something deep down just told him that he had to. Thankfully some on-guard teachers informed the staff to let him in.

He stepped into the hospital room, met with a less than good looking classmate. It hit him like a pile of bricks, that he couldn't save him. If it had just been Bakugo out there, there was no doubt in his mind that his classmate would've died.

Bakugo took a shaky breath, falling into one of the provided chairs. Mr. Aizawa stepped in a minute later.

"I know you probably think otherwise," Mr. Aizawa spoke first, cutting Bakugo off. "But you did well out there. You handled the situation the best you could. You were the only reason anyone found him, no one else was in his original area. Without you, Bakugo, he would have died and we'd all be paying a much larger price."

Bakugo anxiously ran a thumb over his other palm, his gaze fixated in the unconscious person in front of him. He gave a shaky thumbs up, one he knew Mr. Aizawa wasn't fooled by. "It's what heroes do."