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Four: Jealously At Its Finest.

Your POV

"Fuck.. Fuck Fuck- BAKUGOU!" I yell, watching as Shindo swings towards Bakugous jaw. At that moment everything went in slow motion, panic, anger, and frustration coursing through me as I watch it play out. Kiri can't move fast enough to grab me as I run towards the ring and grab the rope, yelling at bakugou to dodge or block. "Fucking kill him, Katsuki!" I yell at the top of my lungs over the music for him to hear me.

I watch as he snaps his head over to me once I say his name and back to the guy before quickly squatting down, in the process he sweeps his leg underneath the guys legs, knocking him down and getting on top of him. His eyes are full of pure rage now, it's almost clouding in his eyes as he whales on the boy below him. "There you go!" I yell again, watching as he glances over at me with an evil smirk, the boy below him noticing and flipping their position.

He mouths something to him before head butting him and looking over at me, giving me a wink and an 'air kiss' like bakugou did before the match, just before punching bakugou in the mouth. His black hair damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead, mixing in with the blood bakugou raised on his face.

Once Bakugou noticed how he looked at me, he loses it. His hands grabbing the back of the guys neck and quickly pulling him down as he raises up to meet his head. His head butts are fast and powerful, you can hear the contact over the blasting music before Bakugou throws the guy off, getting up and giving him one last powerful kick to the abdomen before the announcer yells over the speakers, Bakugou has won yet again.

He smirks and nods, proud of himself and the fight before quickly getting out of the ring and making a bee line straight towards me. Once he's in reaching distance he picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pulls me against him for a hug. "Bakugou-" I laugh as he spins me around like he did last time. "Bakugou your forehead is drenched in blood." I say before pushing away to get a better look at his face.

His once pretty face now all bloodied and busted. He notices my worried expression and walks off towards the lounge with me still wrapped around him. Kiri opens the door for us as we walk in, he sits down onto the couch on the wall next to the door, making me sit in his lap. "I'll be fine I promise, this pretty face has definitely been worse." he says, his busted hand coming up to my face, a slight shake to it when he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

I sigh, getting up off of his lap to head towards the bathroom to grab the first aid. It's kind of funny, the first time I found out he was a street fighter I was the one patching him up at the bar and now I'm doing the same in some abandoned apartment complex that some mysterious dude turned into an underground fighting arena.

Grabbing the small white container I head back towards the couch, noticing he took his shirt off, giving me a perfect view of his purple bruise on his side. Some of it is already fading green. I sigh, sitting on the couch beside him, tucking my legs underneath myself criss-crossed. I grab his chin and make him look over at me, pulling out the hydrogen peroxide and a couple cotton balls with my free hand.

"Y/n I can do it just-" "Would you shut up and let me do this?" I huff, shaking my head before pouring the liquid onto the ball, dabbing his busted lip and wiping the endless amount of blood off of his forehead. I pull his hair back out of his forehead to wipe the rest off, placing a band-aid on his cheekbone and one against his hairline where the gash is.

"You really need to be more careful, Bakugou." I whisper, watching him watch me clean him up. He nods, pushing into my hand when I cup his cheek, looking around his face to make sure I got all of the blood and wounds.