ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. || 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘉𝘢𝘬𝘶

Injured... Badly || Chapter Five

Third person
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A few days had passed since the event and most of UA were back to training. That did in fact include Hitoshi, to his fathers dismay. Aizawa had wanted him to take it easy while training with the class but he didn't listen. After all, he'd just be questioned as to why he wasn't properly training by his classmates.

Shota had also warned him not to train outside of class hours although Shinso had decided to ignore that. In fact, he would go to the gym almost every lunch time or evening if they had decided to stay in the dorms that night.

On the other hand, Bakugo was back to his usual training schedule... only worse. He didn't like how close Deku had come to winning and wanted to make sure he never got the chance to step on a podium again or even dream about the first place medal that was clearly going to be his.

🤍🤍🤍 cleaning of blood+cvts 🤍🤍🤍

One day, however, he trained a bit too hard and as he walked back to UA multiple students were at their dorm windows or making their way outside to see why he was bloodied up.

"Bakugo." Shinso shouted, beconing the blonde over to him.

"The hell do you want, freak?" He scoffed, limping towards him anyway.

Shinso stepped aside to reveal a small bench beside him, "Sit down." He recieved a glare of disgust and confusion before he continued, "If even half that blood is yours, you're gonna wanna sit down. So sit down."

"Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do?!" He shouted, glancing to the bench full of medical supplies. Katsuki let out a held back laugh, "You're joking..."

"Obviously, I mean that growing bloodstain really brings out your eyes." Sarcasm laced his tone, "Do I look like I'm laughing? Sit the fuck down!"

Eventually, Bakugo took a seat, "I don't need this shit. I'm going to be the number one hero, I can handle a fight."

"Ah yes," Shinso scoffed, wiping an anti-septic over a cut on his face, "You look really heroic right now."

The blonde kept quiet, knowing there would just be another sarcastic comment lined up no matter what he said. He watched the others face as his eyes traced his own, down his arm followed by a burning sting from the anti-septic. Hands clasped around his as the burning calmed.

Violet eyes met volcanic red, "Take off your shirt."

His eyes widened, "Excuse me!?" Shinso glared, not wanting to deal with the same argument all over again. Upon realisation, Bakugo nodded and took his hand away from the others, slipping his shirt up and over his head.

Hitoshis eyes widened. A deep cut ran from his collarbone all the way down to his hip. "What did you do!?"

He rolled his eyes, "You should see the other guy."

"I have seen Midoriya and my question still stands." He mumbled, picking up another wipe and gently tracing the edges of the cut.

"We were just training with All Might."

As soon as he processed the words, Shinso paused in his actions. His hand rested against Bakugos chest, holding the wipe where he had stopped. "What the fuck..?!" His mouth hung open a moment, "I thought you ran into a villain or something!"

Bakugo simply shook his head, "I wouldn't be so hurt if it was some pathetic villain scum."

"No, Bakugo, it isn't normal for a pro hero to leave you this injured." He said, moving his hand again slowly around the edges of the injury.

"It's not that big a deal." Katsuki scoffed.

This time, Shinso kept quiet. He wasn't going to get anywhere with the Pomeranian and he knew better than to waste his time trying. Instead, he decided he would make sure to mention their conversation to his father later that day. Hopefully he would be able to get through to the boy better than he could.

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Minutes passed as they sat in silence, Shinsos hand gently tracing over the blondes body. Once all the blood was cleaned up, Hitoshis eyes locked upwards. He gazed directly at Bakugo whose were closed shut from the stinging sensation. "You can open your eyes now." He stated, "Im done."

"..Thanks, freak." He stood up instantly, trying to walk away but his wrist was quickly grabbed, Shinso pulled him backwards.

"You're going to see Recovery Girl."

"HA? Says who!?" The blonde shouted, continuously attempting to pull his hand away from his grasp.

"Me." Shinso stated, picking up his things before personally escorting Katsuki towards the hospital wing of UA. He forced him inside the infirmary where Recovery Girl was already tending to Midoriyas broken bones. "You got room for another one?"

She sighed before pointing over to a clean, white bed, "I'll be over with you shortly dear."

Bakugo tsked, still contemplating the possibility of him running straight past Shinso and down the corridors before he could force him back. But no. He knew he should have been here already so the argument could be saved for later.

"I'll go now, see y'a around asshole." Shinso said, eyes wandering over to the other bed, "Hope you feel better soon, Midoriya."

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Bakugo POV
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Why'd he say that to the dumb nerd and not me!? Does he want me to suffer? Is he in love with stupid Deku? Are they friends? Dumbass freak show, always making me ask a hundred questions. Why the fuck did I care anyway!? He's just some pathetic extra!

"Kacchan!" Dekus puny voice shouted. His stupid freckles rose with the upturn of his lips.

Well fuck me, I should have ran.

If I had known the options were run away, don't get treated and deal with the pain or spend the next few hours locked up in the infirmary with Deku while an old lady kisses your wounds better. I would have chosen the pain.

I glared at the green haired boy, shouting, "Don't talk to me, nerd!"

This. Was. The. DEFINITION. Of. Hell.

Worse than the trauma and torture of being kidnapped by the League Of Villains.

Worse than a mothers slap when you break her favourite vase.

Worse than Aizawa dropping a building on us.

Worse than All Mights entire weight crushing my bones.

Worse than the copycat asshole (Neito Monoma) on a bad day.

Worse than listening to Pinkie Pie yap and gossip with twinkle toes about fuck knows what.

Worse than being accused as the traitor.

Worse than apologising.

Worse than being in class 1-B or any that isn't A.

Worse than not being number 1.

Worse than...

Okay I think you get it, even for dumbass extras I've made my point pretty fucking clear!

Save me now ...

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A/N: Just wanna point out I have no problem with Deku 😭 he ain't my favourite character but the Midoriya slander is Bakugo speaking