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It surprised us all when the stranger woke. His eyes were slightly opened and his mouth in a teeth gritted snarl, something that seemed to be a usual facial expression for him. Either he was always in pain or always angry. Kirishima was probably the most surprised out of the three of us. It took all three of us at least twenty minutes to mop up all the water he dropped. We didn't need three buckets of water, silly boy. Whilst that whole dilemma was in progress, the stranger just sat on the table, staring down at his hands. How he wasn't screaming in pain was fascinating to me. It was when I had started the actual first aid that I had started to ask him questions.

"Who are you?" My eyes had not left the sight of his injuries, but I could just tell that he never looked my way once. That harsh and sharp frown never left his face ever since he woke. I feel, if he had the chance, he would've ran. Straight into the now dark desert, hoping to find any sort of cover from human eyes. It was as I went to reach for his hand that he actually spoke to me.

"Fuck off!" His sudden snap was a surprise. It hadn't made me jump, but I did widen my eyes slightly. I looked at his snarled expression with a raised eyebrow. We both sat there for a moment, staring at each other. I could see his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, almost exaggerated. I would be lying if I said it was hard to keep my cool. It really wasn't. The stranger was trying to act scary, and yet he was failing miserably.

"I'm just trying to clean your injuries. Calm down." I held out my hand, not wanting to push the other mans boundaries. His snark turned to a bitter frown followed with an exasperated sigh. His right hand lightly touched mine, obviously not wanting to inflict pain upon himself. He didn't want help, but he had no other choice.

"Get on with it then.." I rolled my eyes. God he is agitating. He has only spoken twice and I already knew he would be a handful.

The aid on his hands had taken longer than I had anticipated. We didn't have everything we needed to aid it fully, but we had substitutes. I cleaned the area with the disinfected water and applied a ointment which would hopefully help heal him faster, but I wasn't sure. The offer for the local hospital was given choice, but his reaction was a quick 'No way in hell'. So, we all stuck in the back of my shed. Out of the all questions I wanted answered, I got null. Nothing. Although he did ask his share of questions too.

"Who the hell are you guys?" He asked me, voice full of... domination? Hah. He wishes.

"No. You don't get to know that yet. First, who are you?" I raised up out of the chair I was previously sitting in, grabbing all the aid I had used on the stranger.

"Hey, I asked you first! What the hell!" A loud slam followed his words, along with a quiet 'ow..'. My brown eyes made connect to the others. They were a dark yet vibrant red. Almost like the dust outside, only a lot more saturated.

"Actually, I asked you. So either tell me who you are-" I turned quickly and rolled my shoulders back. Both of my brows raised and my face was almost as bitter looking as his. "-or get the hell out, and suffer."

He did not seem impressed in the slightest by my words. It was when he jumped off the table and stormed towards me did I actually get somewhat nervous by him. I opened my mouth to let out my words, but a sudden grip on my shirt had tugged me forward. My face was now centimetres away from the strangers. I could smell his breath. It wasn't pleasant to say the least.

"What the hell did you say to me?" The snarl was back. So was the exaggerated breathing. I only shook my head and shoved him off me, trying my hardest not to hit his injuries. He only went a couple steps back, but his hand fell back to his side.

"All I want is your name. Something to call you." I brushed my hands over my leather waistcoat. Somehow dust from his clothing had found its way onto mine. A low sigh escaped the others mouth and he turned away. Agitated, I shook my head. "Fine. Don't tell me then it's your-"

"Bakugou." My eyes widened and shot towards the stranger. He had started to turn around again. His facial expression was softer than before, yet still had a frown. "My name is Bakugou."

I smiled slightly. A nodded my head down slightly and looked straight back towards him.

"Todoroki. Shoto Todoroki."

Hey everyone!
Sorry for the slow updates. I haven't written in a very long time so it will take me a while to get back into it.
But hey! My name is Jas. Hope you guys enjoy this story.