Mending Old Wounds

I'm Fine

Saturday July 3rd

Todoroki's POV:

Bakugou only grumbled the slightest when I helped him out of the car at the agency, and he didn't say a word when I slung his arm over my shoulder and wrapped my arm around his waist to help him hobble inside.

"I'm sure Izuku has some crutches you can borrow," Bakugou huffed out a laugh and I smiled.

I had every intention of taking Bakugou straight to his room to rest, unfortunately, my father had other plans.

"BAKUGOU! SHOTO! My office!"

"Tch."

I sighed. Rather loudly.

I lowered Bakugou into one of the chairs in front of my father's large desk, taking the other one for myself. My father's eyes swept over Bakugou, lingering on the dried and matted red splotch in his hair. "Are you in any pain right now?"

"No."

"He has a slight headache and soreness in his left ankle," I shot Bakugou a look, daring him to deny it.

Bakugou grunted, crossed his arms, and leaned back in his seat, scowling. My father glanced back and forth between the two of us, before letting his eyes rest on Bakugou. "Alright, tell me what happened. From the top."

Bakugou straightened his posture, but kept his arms crossed as he spoke, "We were tasked with helping triage the injured residents from an apartment complex fire. A lady who had passed out from smoke inhalation, woke up screaming about her kid. She grabbed my leg and told me her kid was still inside the building and their apartment was on the 12th floor. I blasted up to the proper floor, found the kid, scooped her up. There was an explosion on the floor above us, so I had to shield her from some falling debris, and I got hit in the head. I shook it off and got out of there. I exited the apartment through the balcony and tried to blast my way down with the kid on my back, but she panicked and, my best guess is, she activated her quirk. It threw off my trajectory and slammed me into the building. I tried to correct it after impact, but Shoto made an ice bridge that I was able to safely land on with the kid. Unfortunately, I landed wrong and broke my ankle. When we slid to the ground, the kid ran to her mom. A paramedic with a healing quirk treated my head wound, and Recovery Girl treated my broken ankle."

"What did the paramedic and Recovery Girl say about your injuries?"

"Mild concussion and my ankle might be sore for a few days."

"And," I gave Bakugou a pointed look and he glared at me. I knew he was going to try to get out of resting, and I wasn't having it.

"And RG said I have to keep weight off my ankle for 24 fucking hours." Bakugou spoke through gritted teeth and looked like he wanted nothing more than to blow my head off my shoulders, but I didn't care.

"Language," my father scolded.

"Tch."

"Do you know what the kid's quirk was?"

"Didn't exactly get a chance to ask. I just know it didn't feel like I was hit. It felt more like I was being pulled towards the building."

My father hummed at Bakugou's answer. "Cause of the fire?"

"No idea. The arson and fire investigator was just getting started when we left."

Bakugou's answer took me by surprise. I didn't know the investigator had arrived. I suppose I was too concerned with Bakugou's injuries to pay attention to much else.

My father nodded his head and straightened in his chair. "Very well. I expect a full report to be completed and submitted before midnight, from both of you. Be sure to email a copy to Nezu as well. Bakugou, you'll be on desk duty tomorrow, to recover your injury."