One Punch Man. One Shots

Locked In [High School Au] || Metal Bat

The first aid box dropped from your hand, letting everything in it to fall out as it came crashing onto the ground.

Despite your bleeding finger, you sighed and bent down, crawling under the nurse table to put everything back in place before applying a bandage on yourself.

As you were busy picking up the stuff you just dropped, sounds of foot steps could be heard, urging you to turn your gaze towards the door.

A raven haired male marched in the nurse office angrily, slamming the door on the way. He impatiently scrambled through the supplies on the shelf, throwing the one he doesn't want onto the floor.

Blood was streaming down from his face, then hitting onto the ground, forming a small pool of crimson. Being the school's notorious gangster boss, that's not a new thing. But this time he looks like he got into a really bad fight.

He clumsily wrapped a few gauzes around his wounded hand, wiped his bloody face with cold wet towels and walked towards the door.

'The doorknob is broken, please do not close the door if you don't want to be locked in.' was written on a scrap paper, sticked with a piece of tape on the door.

"Shit." He cursed. "I left my bat outside."

"It's locked?" You said, standing up.

"Holy shit where did you come from?" Metal bat replied.

"Um, I was here the whole time." You said as you finish applying the bandage on your finger.

He tried knocking down the door, but his wounds and bruises from the fight just wouldn't let him.
You could tell, from the avenge in his eyes, he wanted to go back out there and fight, whether if he's hurt or not.

After metal bat's countless failed attempts of knocking down the door, his wounds gotten worst, and blood was dripping everywhere.

"Forget it, it's a Friday night, I left my phone outside and there's no one in the school, you're too tired to break that door." You told him.

"Watch me." He said with fire in his eyes.

The fact that he doesn't give a shit about his wounds made you really annoyed.

"You can't just wipe your blood with your sleeves like that, there's germs everywhere. "

"Why do you care, it's my body. I just want to get out of  here."

"Fuck you. Why do you care that I care, it's my mind." You shot back.

"What?"

Sit the fuck down, I'm helping you to clean this shit." You said grabbing the kit, walking towards him.

This time, the pain and tiredness really got to him, so he had no choice to give in.

"I can't help you if you keep fidgeting like that you know." You said as you wiped away the blood on his face with a cool towel, leaning closer, then applying medicine and bandages.

The only reply you got was a groan, but you swear, you saw a blush on his face when he looked away.

"It's late. Take the bed, you need it more than me." You informed him, taking a blanket, getting ready to settle down on the floor.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"What?" You were shocked by the sudden question. "What does that has to do with anything?"

"Everything." He replied. The brash, cocky tone in his voice vanished.

"Um, no..."

"Sleeping on the floor is never comfortable, come here."

I don't own One Punch Man
Metal bat owns you ＼(￣∇￣)

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