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Ojiro winced as he walked back to the dorms, walking lightly. He was lagging behind the others, but hadn't noticed. He was focused only on the PAIN shooting up his leg, making a note to take care of it when he got some privacy.
"What's the matter?"
He blinked as he heard Kaminari's voice, looking up to see he had fallen in step with him.
Ojiro paused, debated, but then sighed. "I... I think I overdid it... I think it cracked."
Kaminari winced sympathetically. "Oh no... Do you need recovery girl?"
Ojiro shook his head. "No, it should be okay with a soak and a rub... if it's still bad after that, I'll go to her, I swear."
Kaminari pursed his lips, not pleased with the answer, but he knew better now than to argue and kept pace with Ojiro the rest of the way.
Once they got to the dorms, Ojiro said goodnight to the others and retreated for his room, but then paused as Kaminari followed him. "Oh, I don't need any he--"
"I know, but I'm going to anyway. Bed. Shoes off. Now." Kaminari was already closing the door and heading for Ojiro's small bathroom, going for a small box under the sink.
Ojiro shifted his weight carefully, frowning, "But Kaminari, I don't want you to waste--"
The yellow-haired head poked out of the bathroom. "Get your finely tailed-ass on that bed this INSTANT." He disappeared back inside and there came the sound of running water. "If you're not on the bed when I come out, I WILL shock you until you can't move and do it anyways. You just won't enjoy it."
Ojiro couldn't help a sigh and a smile, heading to the bed. He took off his uniform top, and then reached for his soft boots. The left came off fine... but the right...
He was wincing as Kaminari came out, a damp hand towel in one hand, the box in the other. "Is that blood in there?" he asked, peering into the boot on the floor.
"A bit. I.... I think it's more than a crack, actually..." Ojiro admitted, frowning.
Kaminari peered close at the thin boot, and nodded. “I think something’s stuck… look! The boot’s cut…” He pointed to a rip in the sole of the boot that Ojiro hadn’t noticed before.
Groaning as even flexing the foot hurt, Ojiro settled more comfortably on the bed, shifting his tail under his hips so he could lie on his back, lying in his bed, head on his pillow. Denki came up and sat by his feet and gently, grabbed the right ankle.
“AH-ah…” Ojiro winced, tensing up and causing Kaminari to freeze. Huffing before he relaxed, Ojiro muttered, “Be… Be gentle… It hurts more with the boot off…”
“Got it…” Kaminari nodded and then turned to eye the sole of the foot critically.
Ojiro’s foot seemed normal, with the normal number of toes and joints for a quirk user… but the biggest difference were the soft, darker areas underneath the sole of the foot, specifically on the heel, the ball of the foot, even the toes themselves! He had extra padding in those areas to handle the hard landings caused by the weight of the heavy tail, and the texture of it was not unlike what dogs or cats had. This allowed him to wear lighter shoes in training, while the rest of his class had to wear heavy boots or armor.
When he had first seen these pads, Kaminari had embarrassed Ojiro hugely by squealing out, “TOEBEANS!” and had proceeded to massage and rub them while giggling, all while Ojiro at the time had been protesting and blushing… but not actively trying to stop the rubs.
It had taken Ojiro a little while not to be embarrassed of his feet, though this mayyyy have been helped by Kaminari offering to massage them now and then, and had once even put Ojiro to sleep with the activity! It had been so cute in Kaminari’s opinion!
Today though, the ‘toebeans’ weren’t so cute.
The one on the ball of Ojiro’s foot had a deep crack in it, like someone had cut it with a knife, but, honestly, it wasn’t that bad. Kaminari had seen cracks like these before on Ojiro’s feet, and they rarely hurt him. Usually, they only hurt when something got stuck in them or if he did a move wrong and the still-growing pads hadn’t been able to handle the landing and cracked from the impact.
He ‘hmm’ed as he held the foot with both hands, the sole near to his face as he peered at the crack. It was bleeding gently, not too badly, but he did pause to lift up the damp towel, gently and lightly washing off the blood and the dirt from the soft pad. The texture wasn’t unlike a dog or a cat’s toepad, but a bit firmer.
Frowning as he wasn’t able to see what was causing the bleeding, Kaminari positioned his thumbs on either side of the cut and warned, “Okay, ready? On three… one… two… threeeeeeee…”
He then gently, gently, pressed and parted the thick pad along the cut, causing an increase in the trickle of blood. It looked weird inside, all red, wavy, pink and… MEATY, but then he saw what he was looking for; a hint of sharp dark matter.
While Ojiro winced and even progressed to a soft squeal of pain, Kaminari was soon relaxing his thumbs, the look taking just a second or two. “Okay, okay, I’m done, I’m done… easy… breathe…”
Ojiro huffed and did so, wiping his eye as he breathed. “What is it?” he wheezed softly, trying to avoid crying from the RED-HOT AGONY he had just experienced.
Kaminari had returned the foot to his lap on top of the towel to catch the blood, and was now messing in the kit. “You’ve got a chunk of rock in there, Ojiro! No wonder it hurts!” He pulled out a small bottle, a thin metal object, and then sighed, smiling gently. “Ready to hate me?” He poured a bit of hand sanitizer into his hands and started to rub it all over, the smell sharp in the room. He also spared some for the metal instrument’s tip, adding, “You can cuss me out if it helps.”
Ojiro groaned, but grabbed his pillow, and flopped it over his face instead, holding it in place. “Just… Just do it… Don’t tell me…”
Kaminari nodded, adding, “Okay…” He then gently turned Ojiro’s foot in his lap to be sideways instead of upright, Ojiro turning his leg outwards to help.
Once that was in place, Kaminari gulped and swiftly went to work.
Kaminari hated doing this, hearing it as Ojiro SQUEALED in pain, and then started to huff and cry, biting into the pillow to keep from scaring their classmates with a SHOUT of pain, feeling the TENSION in the foot, where he had to fight it to open the cut with his fingers, stick the tool inside, grab the rock and tug it loose.
It was all over in a few seconds, but Kaminari still felt his heart ache as Ojiro’s body was tense and shaking, slowly calming into ragged breathing against the pillow.
Fighting to smile, Kaminari put the rock aside on the towel, saying, “Ready to hate me again?”
A soft whine, and swiftly, Kaminari reached for the foot and eased opened the wound again. This time, Ojiro didn’t react as strongly, and fortunately, while everything was still red, wavy, pink and meaty and a little bloody, it wasn’t… rocky anymore.
“Got it.” Kaminari said proudly. He SAW the way Ojiro’s body collapsed in relief on the bed, and he chuckled. “You ready for the last part? This part’ll SUCKKKK…”
Ojiro’s hand grabbing the pillow to keep in in place acted as an answer.
Kaminari got a tube of antibiotic, healing cream and after squeezing out a bit into the wound, he then used a q-tip to gently stuff it deep into the wound, his thumb following to massage the pad closed to seal it in.
There was a brief YELP of pain, but it soon relaxed into a warmer, softer noise of relief.
“Ah, the numbing’s already kicking in? Good…”
Ojiro was more relaxed now, the pillow flopped on his face as Kaminari worked to gently put some gauze in place, and then wrapped the foot with medical tape to keep the gauze in place.
“Okay… all done.” He picked up the forceps he had used earlier, moving the rock to a bit of paper tissue nearby. “Want to see it?” he asked eagerly.
The heavy tail whipped up and the tip SMACKED him on top of his head, making Kaminari yelp. He rubbed his head and saw a black eye peeking out mischievously from under the pillow. “Hey!” he scowled, his chest puffing indignantly.
“Love you.” Ojiro murmured softly.
Kaminari’s chest almost comically deflated as he groaned. “Ohhh, no, no, you don’t get to DO that!” Ojiro just smiled, making Kaminari huff. “You can’t smack me and just go all lovely dovey to avoid scolding!” He pointed to the foot. “I just helped you out! You have to BE NICE to me now.”
“I’ll buy you lunch after class tomorrow.” Ojiro dragged the pillow from his face, sighing softly as he felt Kaminari’s hand on his injured foot. It already felt better. With the rock removed, and the healing cream, it was already feeling better, and he knew he’d be fine to walk on it tomorrow. His feet always healed up fast!
He heard Kaminari putting items away, smelled more sanitizer as he cleaned his hands, and then moaned softly as he felt the hands on his foot, careful of the bandage. There was a brief tingle as Kaminari shocked his foot lightly, tensing the muscles, but as they relaxed, the fingers were gently kneading and massaging at the pads and the sole of the foot.
“Good, because I want at least two hamburgers for this one. That rock is HUGE!”
Ojiro’s eyes were drifting, enjoying the softness of his bed, the warmth of Kaminari’s body nearby, the cold-electric touches of his hands on his feet, switching between zapping him lightly to tense the muscles, and then massaging them into softness again. He relaxed on the bed, murmuring, “Sure, Denki…”
“I might add fries to that. I mean, I have helped you before, but that one was bad, but thankfully you always heal up. I wonder if it’s part of how your quirk works with your body, like the weight working with your feet or something. Midoriya would have a theory on that for sure…”
Kaminari’s voice droned on, chattering to himself as he worked, lulling Ojiro. “Mmmhmmm…” he murmured noncommittally.
Ojiro was out like a light moments later.
Kaminari smirked as he saw the other teen flop, and he continued to work at the foot gently, massaging the pad carefully through the bandage and gauze to help it heal up. He kept up with this for a good fifteen minutes, his fingers moving automatically as he just… zoned out, oddly enjoying himself.
He blinked out of it as he heard a knock on the door. “Ojiro?” Turning, Kaminari saw Midoriya peeking in. “Oh… Kaminari. There you are.”
Midoriya paused as he took the scene in: Ojiro, sleeping, and Kaminari massaging one of his feet.
The green eyes narrowed as he looked worried. “Oh no, did he crack a pad again?” Midoriya came forwards, looking distressed.
Kaminari smiled. “No, a rock tried to get in. It’s on the towel. Isn’t it HUGE? He’s fine now. Got it out, and he’s healing up fine. He just decided on a little nap.” He paused. “Oh wait, dinner?”
Midoriya was smiling, glad that Ojiro would be fine, and then nodded, straightening. “Yeah! It’s stir fry tonight. Come down soon, okay? Like… 5 minutes.”
Looking down, Kaminari sighed, kind of not wanting to wake Ojiro, but he nodded. “I’ll get him there. Don’t worry.”
The other student soon slipped out of the room and Kaminari sighed and stopped rubbing the foot. He gently put it down and crawled up the bed to Ojiro, gently shaking his shoulder. “Hey… ready for dinner?”
The black eyes blinked owlishly, confused, but then fixed on the yellow ones above him, and he couldn’t help a smile as Ojiro yawned and nodded. “You’re amazing at that, by the way…”
Moving off the bed, Kaminari watched as Ojiro tenderly moved off the bed to stand as well, smiling as he felt nothing more than a warm ache.
“I’ve had enough practice, I SHOULD know what I’m doing by now.” Kaminari boasted, looking pleased, smiling hugely.
He watched as Ojiro started to walk, carefully at first, but then more naturally as the pain faded. He was watching the foot so closely he wasn’t ready as the tail swung around, wrapping his arms by his side. He yelped in surprise as he was pulled forwards, against Ojiro’s chest, but then giggled as Ojiro kissed his forehead. “Thank you.”
Kaminari managed a quick kiss at Ojiro’s nose, chuckling, “You’re welcome, but you still owe me lunch.”
Shaking his head with a smile, Ojiro relaxed his tail and left the room, pausing to grab a loose t-shirt, pulling it on as he teased gently, “You glutton.”
“ME a glutton!?” Kaminari was aghast, following after Ojiro as he shut the door, and complaining as he followed him down the hallway. “Me?! Have you SEEN the way Kirishima eats! He hardly CHEWS! He shovels in WAY more than me!”
“I do whatnow?”
Kirishima had come from his room and was now following them to the dining area, not seeing Ojiro chuckling as Kaminari turned on him next, now yelling at him, “You! You’re more a glutton than me! Tell Ojiro!”
The red eyes glinted as he caught on to the game and he rubbed his chin. “I don’t know, dude, you DO eat a lot sometimes…”
As they got into the dining area, Ojiro smiled as he heard Kaminari playfully groan and whine behind him, his foot still warm and tingling.
Maybe he could bribe Kaminari with dessert to do to the other foot?
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