MHA/BNHA Boyfriend scenarios *discontinued*

|When he gets hurt ✅|

they have their quirks in this one cos i said so

Izuku Midoriya

The doctor was leading you up to Midoriya's room, swiftly reassuring you that he wasn't in critical condition. In the small, reasonable part of your mind, you knew he was absolutely fine. That feeling was quickly swallowed up by your girlfriend instinct.

"Here he is," The doctor pushed open the door and let you past.

Midoriya's head perked up at the sound of you entering, he was a bit sore and bandaged up like a mummy, but otherwise alright.

"Izuku, my God," You strode up and swiftly swaddled him in your arms, being careful not to squeeze him, "I thought you were dead or something."

Midoriya smiled into your shoulder and sighed, "I've just hurt my arm."

You pulled back. He was in the hospital's cotton pajamas, hair poofing out from underneath some bandage strips tied around his head. It was a weird look, it made you raise your eyebrows and giggle. Midoriya had a gash on his pale cheek- it was a rather nasty gash too, you could see the swelling and bruising.

"You okay?" You pulled away from him, kissing the bridge of his nose, "You do look pretty tired."

He shrugged and shifted his legs, motioning you to perch on the bed, "Honestly I think I'm going to collapse."

Midoriya smiled again, making you flush and tilt your head, "You should get some sleep then, Handsome."

He looked at you with those massive, green eyes. You could tell he wanted to talk to you, in his head he wished he just said he was great. You scooted off the blankets and pulled a chair beside the bed, shrugging off your coat. You sank into the seat.

"Fine then," You mused, "You don't want to sleep, D'you wanna tell me what happened. In the battle, I mean."

Midoriya's eyes brightened and he launched into the epic tale of four hours ago. You regarded him with interest, your mouth curving into a smile when he started motioning the fight with his good hand. His excitement made you want to giggle, it was so cute.

Katsuki Bakugo

He'd returned home with a nasty cut embedded straight into his back. You spotted red blossoming on his shirt and instantly instructed him to strip. You gasped at the sight of his ruined back. You knew it wasn't serious enough to earn stitches. Although, as a person, you knew it must have stung like hell. You quickly ushered Bakugo into the bathroom, who was complaining that he was fine, and fetched a wet flannel and the medical box.

You sat him on the floor in between your legs, facing the radiator. You perched on the bathtub and wiped away the blood. By god, there was quite a bit of blood, you had to repeatedly wrung out the wet flannel, your fingers beginning to stain red. He was muttering but soon just let you clean the injury.

"Right, this might sting a bit, My love, but just grit your teeth," You warned and dabbed on a splatter of alcohol. Bakugo hissed through his teeth and bit into his knuckle. You kept apologizing and tried to finish as quick as possible.

"Ah, fuck that hurt," He snapped, when you finished with the alcohol and slipping a white bandage under his arms, "I could've just washed my back in the shower or something."

"Yeah," You calmly replied, "And let it bleed out again. Then lay on my clean sheets and get them dirty."

He huffed and pulled himself up, "I'll make them dirty another way."

He gave you a look. You raised your eyebrows and playfully whacked his abs, "Oi."

Bakugo guffawed, "I meant spill my food on them!"