Stupid Bunny. (Bakugo's Demise.)

✨Chapter 60.2✨

Katsuki threw one of the biggest shirts he owned over you and hands down carried you to the kitchen.

Your first time ever being carried by Katsuki, and it wasn't in a sensual light.
Rather- depressed with bleeding hands.

You prayed none of your friends would be down there... Seemingly waiting for your presence as it always ended.

Bakugo had just ran out of first aid supplies in his dorm... And never found a need to replace it for whatever reason, but that brought him to placing you onto the counter.

By now... It was dark. Pretty late, and most of the lights were out.

He pulled open the drawer just next to your legs and got out the necessary bandages... And cleaning supplies.

"Let me see your palms."
He gestured for them, grabbing out your worst enemy... To which would he alcohol and cotton balls.

You whimpered, "That's gonna hurt."

He couldn't do much about it... And surely rubbing your hands together to wash them would only make it worse.

"It'll be quick."

Reluctantly, you uncurled your hands.
You had to do that carefully because it felt like you were opening new wounds.

He couldn't believe you'd dug so deep with just your nails.
It was almost horrifying.

You continued to whine as he put a cotton ball on one end of the bottle and tipped it over.

"Scream if you want too."

You didn't even have time to process that before he was pressing it to your cuts.

You wanted to rip your hand away but didn't.
"Fuck!"

He was quick just as asked, continuing onto your next one as your heel hit the cabinet below you.

"Is it done!?"

He nodded, "Yeah." And pulled the trash drawer out to toss the cotton away.

Next, he placed a gauze pad to both of your palms then wrapped them securely with bandage and tape.

Katsuki twisted the cap of the alcohol back on and put the supplies  into the first aid drawer.
He really should restock.

Oh but... That wasn't it of course.

He was gently gesturing for one of your hands with his own and bringing your palm to his lips for a kiss.
Then the other.

"Oh gosh I feel better already." You blushed, despite the depressed mess you are.
It'd become a habit.

"Shut up." He joked, giving your forehead a kiss too.

"You want something to eat?"
He asked shortly after.

You.. didn't say anything.

It was an answer and he was still walking towards the fridge to grab two much needed water bottles.

"You don't gotta eat, but drink something."

"Or else your stomach will start hurting."

You were open to some water.. It looked good anyway.
No one wants to drink room temperature water.
That shit needs to be frosty.

All the work could have been done by you.. but you found your hands a bit in pain.

"I don't think I can hold it."
You explain.

That was certainly no problem for him. He set his bottle down and opened yours.
"Yeah, kinda assumed."
"I'll pour you drink."

You only live once.
So you let him put the bottle to your lips while you chugged rather than drank.