BNHA/MHA Scenarios + Headcanons

Bakugou w/ s/o with chronic knee pain

You stumbled, but stood up. You limped, but kept walking. You fell behind, but looked ahead. You thought you could hide it forever, that you could put on a brave enough front to get people to turn away so you could wince when their backs were turned.

But things didn't always turn out the way you hoped.

"C'mon!" Bakugou yelled from across the training ground. "That all you got?!"

Everything had started out fine. You managed to keep pace with him well enough...until he aimed that stupid Howitzer move at you. Barely managing to dodge out of the way it forced you onto the ground as explosions licked at your boots. And of course, you landed on your bad knee, because why wouldn't you at this point?

You tried to get up, but almost fell right back down again. He can't see me like this.

Before you could catch your breath Bakugou was right up on you again, his smile of victory gleaming across his face. You managed to block his blow but yelled out in pain as the force put even more strain on your knee.

His smile faded when he got a good look at you and saw that you were close to tears while gripping your leg. "I didn't hit you that hard-"

"Don't stop!" you commanded, but he wasn't blind. You could barely stand with your legs shaking and chest heaving.

"It's your knee again, isn't it?" He said it more as a statement than a question, telling you he already knew the answer. You hated feeling so weak in front of him even though it wasn't really something you could control. "Dumbass, you should've said something-"

"I'm fine!"

"You're not! You can barely fucking stand. C'mon." Bakugou stood in front of you, his shadow surrounding your trembling figure like a lion approaching his prey despite his non-threatening aura. He would always be stronger than you, and there was nothing you could do to change that fact. "And people call me dense. You don't have to act like you're OK all the time."

He held out a hand to you, and you had no choice but to take it. You limped off the training grounds as he grabbed you around the waist, steady and strong stubborn - Bakugou in a nutshell.

After that, he rarely left you alone, which was one part flattering and one part embarrassing. You wondered if he held any resentment for feeling obligated to take care of you, but when you'd have a particularly bad day and he'd give you that soft faraway look that he allowed only you to see, the thought slipped your mind as quickly as it appeared.

"Stop being so stubborn and let me help!"

"I can do it on my own!"

"Let me be the hardheaded one for once!"

"Dummy, you're always the hardheaded one!"

Despite your protests, he was determined to be a good partner - no the "fucking best partner" according to his own words. He'd pick up medication for you, run you an epsom salt bath, even give you leg massages. His fingers were calloused and warm and slightly sweaty from his quirk, but you didn't mind. They held a comfort that could only come from him.

You'd probably never get over his stubbornness, but neither would he.