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It had been a rough night. He had been called out to do so many rescues and to fight so much crime too many times to count, especially for just one night. More than any other day or week. Probably almost as much as his first year at UA. So maybe it was a possibility that he’d gotten a little roughed up. So what? It was part of the job. Most hero’s got a little roughed up every now and then. Especially when they are the number one hero and take every major and minor call there is to ever exist. Plus he had his own medic so it didn’t really mean anything for him to get hurt. Not really.
DynaMight made his way up the fire escape slow and steady. Going too fast made his entire body hurt. Hell, moving at all made his feel excruciating pain. It was bad. Like almost as bad as the time he was injured fighting Nine. He knew he’d pass out if he didn’t get to that windowsill in time. Passing out meant falling down the escape. Falling down the escape means more injuries. More injuries means more slaps to the back of the head. He was already in for a number of head slaps, Gibbs style, he didn’t need any more.
He finally made it to that windowsill and of course, it’s locked. As it should be. ‘Good on you nerd.’ That was great and all but that also meant that he was still stuck outside, in the cold, not even shivering due to his body using all of his energy to keep him alive.
DynaMight knocked. Knock…Knock…Knock… His first ones were light and groggy. He waited in pained silence for what felt like forever before he knocked again. Knock…Knock…Knock… This time a little harder. When he neither saw nor heard an answer, he decided he’d wait until his lifesaver woke up and checked for hiker little stray cat she cared for from time to time.
His injuries throbbed at his contorted himself so his head laid on the sill. His heart thumped out of his chest as the adrenaline from the fight wore off. His body already ached but now it burned and stung in so many weird ways. His entire body was screaming for him to find help. Technically he was one window away from help but he digressed. Help was what he needed. With this much pain coursing through him, he doesn’t understand how he’d made it all the way here and up the fire escape as well. It was by far the most miracle of miracles he’s had since he almost died to Shigaraki’s hand.
Then he heard a small Click… It almost went unheard with the blood rushing through his eyes. ‘Probably a concussion…shit.’ The signature smack at the back of his made him snap straight up even if it hurt like hell to. “The hell was that shit for?” DynaMight said as he rubbed the back of his head. “You know damn well what that was for jackass now get in here before someone sees your dumbass.” She said as she flicked her glasses up.
He slowly entered, climbing through the small window as carefully as he could. It still hurt like hell to move. But he couldn’t be treated out in the cold. She brought him inside and let him to the kitchen. She had him sit in his usual spot in the kitchen and went to go find her extensive med kit. How she got those tools was a mystery she wouldn’t tell but neither was DynaMight about to snitch. She had some damn heavy hands. DynaMight didn’t want any smoke, not tonight if all nights. He sat there hissing at his wounds and possible concussion that pounded all throughout him.
When she came back, she gave him another signature slap. That one stung a little. “Shit!” He rubbed the hairs off his neck. “Stop coming to me when you get the shit beat out of you and go to a real fucking hospital damnit!” She went for another signature slap before she stopped. “No fucking way.” She turned on her kitchen light. “No fucking way you have another fucking concussion.” She slapped his hurt shoulder instead. He hissed a few curses again.
She started cleaning his wounds extremely precisely. She moved between each wound like his life depended on it. It probably did. She worked and worked until her hands started to tremble. “Slow down nerd.” He turned and saw the tears. He smacked his teeth. She hit him for that. Then she hit him again. And again. And again. She hit him so many times that her hands turned red. “Damnit Katsuki you dumbass! Why do you always have to get yourself almost killed?! Why can’t you, I don’t know, fight safely or some shit?!” She smacked him again. And again. And again. And again. Until Katsuki caught Izuku’s hands. She looked at him through her tears. She then hugged him and cried into his good shoulder.
They stayed that way for a good minute. Long enough for Katsuki’s shoulders to hurt from the weight of someone else.
She let go after her full on sobs became itty bitty sniffles. Izuku’s face was splotchy and puffy. She looked like a toddler who’d just had a fit.
“I’ll get something for your head.” Sniffle. Izuku walked away slowly, taking her stifled sniffles with her.
She came back with ice wrapped in a towel and some acetaminophen. Katsuki put the towel covered ice on his head and two acetaminophen pills. He popped both with some water.
When he finally looked up, Izuku had her hand on her hip and lips pinched. ‘Oh god, the lecture.’ Katsuki braced for the same lecture he got everytime he showed to Midoriya Izuku’s apartment at 3 am on one of the many nights that she’s on call because has a patient in critical condition at her hospital that she could be called in for at any moment per usual.
But alas, it didn’t come. What did come was a sigh and footsteps that led away from Katsuki. Also followed by the closing of a door. Izuku went back to her room and closed the door behind her. That meant that Katsuki wasn’t welcome to enter. It was time for him to go. So he did. Back to his patrol where he’d walk around with the ice before his shift ended and he went home,
Per Usual.