Wrong (Izuku Midoriya x reader)

15.

USJ

"Your a fucking dumbass. Come get your wounds checked out."

You sighed. You hid your surprise as you looked down, sort of shocked at the fact that he wasn't as mad or angry as you thought he'd be.

"I'm fine. They were just little scuffs."

You got up, trying to prove your point at the fact you were fine. Hell, if you could feel it you'd probably be in shock because of the pain, but it didn't bother you at all. Your balance was slightly off, but it wasn't anything that would seriously harm you. At least, you hoped.

"Yeah. Scuffs."

He stared at you. You had opened your mouth to say something, but he had seemed to be waiting when you would, and he cut you off.

"Cuz a scuff you could totally see the bone!!"

He was being stubborn. His intentions weren't ill, but he was worried for his fellow classmate, only because he wanted to beat you. At least, that's what he spoke to himself about.

"I'm fine! See, I can walk fine!"

He squinted slightly, obviously annoyed at your stubbornness. The two of you stood still, having an intense stare down, it would seem, but before either of you could blink, he bent down, grabbed your thighs and threw you over his shoulder.

"To hell will you die because of this. I need to beat your ass when you at full health!"

He held you on his shoulder tightly, as your squirmed and struggled, repeating that you were perfectly fine.

He grumbled, looking for recovery girl. He ignored every comment you made, holding you tighter each time you squirmed. He wasn't being rough, at least not that much, but his hold was also quite gentle. He glanced around the area, nearly shoving people out of the way in his search for recovery girl.

All you could see as you were propped on his shoulder, were the surprised faces of your classmates and even heroes. Their eyes wide as they watched Bakugo carry you across the crowd. Everyone seemed shocked at the two of your guys' behavior. The scary and dangerous girl, and the loud and overconfident explosive boy.

You had given up struggling, as you just let him continue his search. It was pointless. He had finally stopped, carefully sliding you off his shoulder while still keeping you in a slightly tight grip, just in case you were gonna flee. Recovery girl had her normal warm smile, as she looked over you for injuries. She figured it was your legs as blood seeped through the bandages, forcing you the need to replace them later on. You weren't aware of how much she could really heal, so you assumed you needed to fix them later.

Her lips met your cheek, as a feeling of warmth spread through your body, settling on your shins, and areas on your thighs. The uncomfortable sensation of the wet, thick and gooey blood, seemed to feel dry and crusty now.

"Make sure to check on those wounds, my dear."

Recovery girl was sweet. She nearly reminded you of your grandmother, not only because she was old, but because of her welcoming aura. Now that recovery girl had scurried off to help another person, you looked up and glared at Katsuki. His glare equally as deadly as the two of you spoke no words, just angry at each other.

You eventually smiled and laughed, knowing you had blackmail you could use against him because he cared ever so much for you.

"Oi! Stop laughing, bonehead!" 

His words made you laugh harder, nearly toppling over as you held your stomach, but then grabbing onto Katsuki for support. You wiped a tear from your eye, as you still giggled.