bandaid | katsuki bakugo

thirty eight

it was that evening after the exams, and yukiko knocked on katsuki's door. she bounced on her toes, peeking into the window. mitsuki looked through the peep hole, pulling open the door at the sight. "yuki-chan?"

"hi, mitsuki." yukiko waved. "i'm sure you heard about today. i brought katsuki some food to eat and some first aid for his injuries."

mitsuki held her hand against her heart, smiling sweetly, "you're such an angel, yukiko. come in." she opened the door some more and yukiko stepped in, setting her shoes by the door, "he's upstairs in his room."

"thank you, mitsuki!" yukiko giggled, walking up the stairs and peeking through the crack of katsuki's door, "suki?" she gently pushed open the door, catching him sitting on the ground with small bits on the ground, his hair held back with a hair clip, "what are you doing?" she stepped over the little pieces on her tip toes, sitting in front of katsuki.

"All Might broke my gauntlets so i'm rebuilding them."

"you can't do that! you have to order a new pair!" she stopped his hand, "it's illegal."

katsuki reached over to his desk, grabbing a piece of paper, "dad's license." he mumbled, "besides," he held a screwdriver between his teeth, "i designed them before." he tightened a screw.

"well, take a break. i brought you some food." she mumbled, "i made it just how you like it."

"smells good." he mumbled, screwing in another part, "let me finish this side."

"no, no, no." yukiko mumbled, placing the mobile sphygmomanometer on his finger, "look how low your blood pressure is." she whispered, "suki, you've gotta start taking care of yourself. i'm not gonna be here forever." she lifted his head by his chin, looking at his face, "you look pale." she pulled his hands away from his project, sitting him down on his bed, "here, eat." she passed the styrofoam box to him. "i'm gonna clean your wounds."

"they're too small for that."

"size doesn't matter." she poured a bit of hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton ball and used the tweezers to hold it, "any size wound can get infected." she gently dabbed the cotton ball against the small wound on his cheek, "besides, i get to see your handsome face better."

"shut up." his ears turned red, clearing his throat, "let me eat." he mumbled, eating some of the food.

yukiko looked down at his forearm, "how's the brace feel?" due to overuse of his quirk, Recovery Girl recommended he wears a brace.

katsuki looked at it, shrugging, "it's fine. doesn't feel like anything."

yukiko threw the dirty cotton ball away before pouring some more hydrogen peroxide on a new one, "that's good!"

katsuki nodded, chewing as yukiko turned his head to get the other side of his face.

yukiko sighed softly, "dude, did you not brush your teeth once you got home?" she covered her nose, "your breath smells like puke."

katsuki furrowed his brows, blowing air into his hand, "shit." he whispered, standing up and stomping away to the bathroom.

yukiko rolled her eyes, smiling softly. he's such a first grader, she chuckled, he get so shy for no reason.