Don't Let Go

kiss it better

Bakugo raised his eyebrow and smirked, causing Uraraka's face to flush.

"Yeah, I guess.", he said. "At least it wasn't your fault this time."

"W-whatever!", she said forcing herself to concentrate. "I feel like I'm always bandaging you up."

"Oh come on, not true.", he scoffed.

"Yuh huh!", she shot back. "I helped you once or twice in our second year! Not so much third year, though. Here I am still, graduated and all."

Bakugo thought back thinking how on Earth he could possibly forget something like that. Then again, he began to like her a lot more during his third year then any other, so he probably didn't pay attention to things like that.

"I can't believe you remembered that.", he chuckled looking into her eyes.

She dabbed the wound and looked back at him with a shy smile.

"Well...if I can't remember helping my own classmate, who will I remember, you know?"

Bakugo nodded his head slowly knowing that's probably all she thought of him as.

She opened up the small package and unfolded the wrap with pure concentration. Bakugo almost laughed at how focused the girl look. To his surprise however, once she opened it and was about to put it on his face, she kissed the top of it. He blushed as she laid it on skin. She looked at it and smiled proudly.

"All done!", she giggled.

Bakugo's face still had a pink tint and Uraraka titled her head.

"What's wrong? If it's too warm in here, I can turn down my heater. I just thought you'd be cold from outside."

"No it's fine...do you always kiss your bandaids before you put them on?"

"Huh?"

He pointed to his cheek.

"You kissed the top of it before you put it on."

Uraraka's face became more and more embarrassed as she backtracked her mind. She waved her arms and put her hands on her face.

"I-I'm sorry! I wasn't even thinking while I was doing it I swear! My parents always did that for me growing up, so it's kind of a habit. I can put a different one on"-

"It's cool.", he said nonchalantly. "I don't care."

Uraraka exhaled and laughed breathily.

"Okay...I'm like so out of it. That's so embarrassing, I wouldn't have even known if you didn't tell me."

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled softly.

"A-anyways!", she sputtered. "I'll go get you a new shirt. My dad is pretty big, so the shirt should fit you just fine!"

"It's okay, you don't have to.", he said putting his hand up.

"What? No way, you have blood on it. You're changing.", she insisted walking away. "One sec!"

She walked her parents room, leaving Bakugo in the living room touching his bandage softly. She came back moments later and he shot his hand back down.

"Here ya go!", she chirped. "Everything's clean, obviously. I picked out of his bigger shirts, just in case."

"He is a big guy.", he joked. "Unless your trying to say I'm fat?"

"What! Of course not!", she squeaked. "You just have.... your body....uh, I mean! Your just really built! I wanted to to have some...um breathing room?"