By Your Side (Bakugo x Midoriya)

Chapter 20- Senpai

Bakugo's Pov

After the test Aizawa-sensei sent to the infirmary the ones who got injured. I was shot on the arm and the wound was still bleeding, even though it didn't look too serious. So I decided to go see Recovery Girl. What I don't understand is why I'm being followed.

"Oi Deku! What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm... going with you."

"Why? You're not injured. And I won't get lost, if that's what your thinking."

"But, but you are. Besides, I wanted to talk with Recovery Girl."

I guess it's about All Might...

Deku walked some steps behind me. Since we were kids we were always together but he always followed me, always behind me, agreeing with all I wanted and putting up with anything I did. We both walked in silent.

When we got there Recovery Girl sent us away. It seems that some loser from class 1-B broke his leg and she didn't had time to take care of little scratches. The truth is that she's too old to work.

So we started walking back to the dorms.

"K-Kaachan." That nerd never stops stuttering. It almost seems like someone cursed him.

"What!?"

"I, if you want, I can take care of your wound."

"And why would I want that? I've already wasted enough time waiting for that old lady."

He grabbed the edge of my shirt. I turned around surprised.

"Please let me. You're bleeding."

"It's nothing nerd." He held my shirt tighter and kept staring at my chest. I never noticed before but he's significantly shorter than me. If we stand in front of each other, just like now, my lips stay right in front of his forehead.

"Please." I nodded and we started walking towards Deku's room. This time, we walked side by side.

We got there in no time. Deku signaled me to sit in his bed, while he went to the closet where he found a white box with a red cross. Then he pulled a chair and sat in front of me.

"Can you take your shirt off?"

I did as he said. It was full of blood, too much to have come just from one spot. That's when I noticed there were also a few scratches on my torso.

He took a piece of cotton and a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

"This might hurt a bit. I'll try to be careful."

After saying that he touched my shot wound causing me a stinging pain. I pulled back my arm and stared into his eyes.

"Oh sorry. I'll be more gentle."

"More gentle? Weren't you already being careful? Never mind, just hurry up."

He held my hand to keep me from escaping his care. I let myself melt into the warm feeling of his hand on mine, forgetting about the pain. Before I noticed, he had released my hand and was now touching my chest, with small but firm movements. There was already a bandage around my arm, but all I could focus on, was the feeling of his hands wandering on my body. The warmness and softness of his skin against mine, it had hypnotized me.

"It's done." But I didn't want him to stop touching me. I didn't want him to stop looking at me in that caring gentle way.

"I'm going now."

"Wait... uh... if you want I can get the blood out of your shirt..." 

"Why'd you do that? No need for that."