Side By Side #k. bakugo

Chapter 2 - ᵢₙₜₑᵣᵤₚₜᵢₒₙₛ

Finally. Your condo was cleaned, and you sat on the couch, looking at the sun set from your window. You took a break, trying to catch yourself and deciding to just order something to eat, today has been a long day after all. You layed your head against the back of your smooth leather couch before you heard loud music, feeling the wall on the side of you vibrate.

(Sorry, just felt this is something he would listen to.)

You groaned, this is not how you were expecting to end your evening hearing this shit. The orange, pink and blue hues melted onto your skin as you got up, making your way to your neighbors front door.

You knocked, a scowl on your face and a hand on your hip.

The blonde man opened the door, looking you up and down. He looked as if we was trying to fix a wound on his arm with some bandages, it didn't take a genius to know that he didn't know what the fuck he was doing. The colors of the sunset drifted onto his back,  him raising an eyebrow at you.

"Whaddya want, short stacks? You look like a fuckin' teacup standing like that."

I would appreciate if you would turn that shit down. Not everyone wants to hear your lame excuse of a music taste. You said, the knot between your brows tightening.

"Hah? Can't hear ya from down there, get a ladder and try again."

This piece of fucking shit.

His crimson eyes glared down at you, as if daring you to argue with him.

"Anyways, never saw you 'round here before. What's your name?"

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to keep your mouth in check. (Y/N).

"Cool. N' where you from? You don't exactly look.."

I know. I'm a transfer nurse student from America.

"I see. So, doc, ill make a deal with ya."

A nurse, but let's see what you got.

"I'll turn the music down if you help me wrap this up. I didn't have time for that stupid med class. I had better things to do."

And what were those important things?

...

"Kickin' ass and bein' awesome."

A slight chuckle escaped your lips. Maybe this guy wasn't half bad.

Alright, let me see the damn thing you wimp.

He opened the door, moving aside slightly so you can come in. The loud music still boomed throughout the space as he took you to his bathroom, where he had a medkit opened. Things were all over the place. Rubbing alcohol, Peroxide, gauzes, bandaids and whatnot. Your face cringed at the sight, since doing stuff like this was strictly prohibited at med school.

Alright, sit down you big baby.

You said, as he surprisingly complied. No snarky comebacks? Strange. He sat on the rim of his tub, looking at you as you properly cut gauge off the roll and started to re-clean the wound. A slight hiss escaped his lips and a knot formed between his dark blonde brows.

"Jesus, what the hell?"

If it hurts, that means you didn't clean it properly first time.

"Doubting my skills, huh?"

Yes.

"Tch, loser."

Says the one who doesn't know how to properly clean his wound.

"Just shut up and focus. If my arm rots and falls off it's your fault."

You skillfully bandaged up his arm, admiring your work.

Hah, look at that. 5 months of training right here.

A glint of pride glimmered in your eyes, before the scarred face man walked past you, turning off the music.

"Thanks short-stacks. I think I'll keep you around."

The time you both got out of the bathroom, she streets below were lit up with various colors, the stars accompanying them.

Thats...really pretty.

"Shut up, you sound so foreigner-y."

You rolled your eyes. It was getting somewhat late and you haven't had dinner yet or showered. You'll have to do grocery shopping sometime tomorrow and learn your route to and from school.

Alright Blondie, I'm out. I've got other stuff to do.

"That's surprising. Now get out my condo. Thanks or whatever. Night Doc."

Night, loser.

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Hey, im just gonna say this now but I know absolutely nothing about nursing school💀. Everything I get is going to be from Google so pls don't bash me if some thing or wrong/inaccurate. 👍🏽