AN: Hello I've been thinking about two specific scenes in this drabble for like two weeks now and I finally got the motovation to write it. I apologize for any mistakes, it's kind of late for me and I don't really feel like proof-reading tonight
"Damn it, nerd! I don't need your fucking help!" Bakugo yells, elbowing Nakamura away.
"Bakugo your arm-"
"It's FINE!" He yells again, gripping his injured arm tightly.
"No, it's not-"
"I swear to God if you don't SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU MYSELF!"
This made Nakamura falter, silence falling over the two trapped in the dar room. Nakamura took a deep breath, rubbing his palms off on his pants. "Bakugo, just listen to me-"
"What!?" Bakugo snapped again, glaring daggers at Nakamura.
"If we don't do something about your arm-"
"God would you give it a rest already!? My arm is fine, and I don't need any help! Especially from a fucking extra."
"But it's not fine!"
"Yes, it fucking it!"
The next thing Bakugo felt was a sharp stinging sensation against his cheek. He touched his cheek gently. Did... was he just fucking slapped? Bakugo growled, turning his gaze to Nakamura.
"Did you just fucking-"
"BAKUGO KATSUKI!" Nakamura yelled, raising his voice over Bakugo's. "Your shoulder is dislocated, and if you use your quirk without setting it back in place it will cause permanent damage."
Bakugo was stunned for a second. "What is th-"
"So calm down, shut the fuck up, and let me set your shoulder."
Bakugo couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Hell no."
Nakamura groaned loudly. He could almost feel his eye twitch. "Fine, if you wanna be difficult."
He ripped a chunk of cloth off of the bottom half of his shirt, securing it in his mouth before turning to Bakugo, who was currently sulking and looking away from the frustrated hero-in-training. He took a deep breath before lunging himself at Bakugo, pinning him down under his weight.
"HEY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" Bakugo screamed, fight back to get the other mal off of him.
Nakamura held down Bakugo's injured arm with his knee, moving to set the dislocated shoulder when he felt an explosion go off under his stomach. He faltered for a second, fighting back the urge to throw up. The explosions contained, along with Bakugo's yelling and incoherent threats. He set Bakugo's shoulder roughly, causing the male under him to scream and let off an even bigger explosion. Nakamura tied the fabric that had been in his mouth around Bakugo's shoulder as a makeshift sling before quickly putting some distance between the two, gently touching the large burn on his stomach.
"Shit..." Nakamura mumbled quietly as his hands started to shake.
Bakugo sat up, a blank expression dawning his features. He gave an experimental roll of his shoulder. It still hurt, but at least he could move it. His brows furrowed as he looked over to the other male, who had backed himself up against a wall and had a hand hovering over a large burn on his stomach. Bakugo immediately felt his heart sink. He didn't intend for a explosion that big, especially in such close proximity to skin-- no. That fucking prick deserved it. The nerd shouldn't have done that, it was his fault he had that burn on his stomach. Not Bakugo's.
