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You had asked Midoriya for help with your melee combat. There were plenty of people you could've asked, sure, but you wanted the best. And the best just so happened to be your crush, so 2nd best it is.
A blow to your arm, and you're knocked down. The landing knocks the breath out of your lungs.
"Ahhh! I'm so sorry! I guess I went a little too hard there!" Midoriya rushes to check in on you.
He helps you sit up and you check your arm.
"Seems fine enough." You rub your arm a little, and it doesn't hurt too much.
"Maybe we should stop for today," he suggests, still clearly worried.
You nod, and he helps you up. Class had ended already, so you grab your bag and leave. You see Bakugou waiting outside the training room for you.
"What are you up to," you ask, raising an eyebrow.
"What's it look like dumbass."
He looks at your arm, which has swollen a good bit now. You follow his gaze to your arm.
"The hell happened? We're going to see Recovery Girl," his voice doesn't show concern, but you can tell it's there anyway.
"No. It's fine. I was training with Midoriya, and he accidentally hit a little too hard."
"Oh, like hell it's fine! Where's that damn nerd?!" He starts angerly looking around.
You put a hand on his shoulder, "It's fine. I just want to go home and sleep."
He sighs and grumbles to himself before finally giving in. "Fine. But I'm walking you home, and we're patching you up when we get there."
You agree to his terms, and you both walk to your place in silence. Once home, he makes you sit down so he can take a better look. He goes to your freezer, pulls out an ice pack, and then wraps it up a bit for you.
"Here. Put this on it for a bit. I'll be back."
He takes a trip to your bathroom, and you hear him rummage through some things before he comes back with a medicine bottle. He goes back into the kitchen for some water, then hands both the now taken out pills and glass to you. You put the ice pack down and take the meds.
"Thank you," you say softly.
He sighs. "You could've asked me to train with you, y'know."
You smile. "Is that what you've been upset about," you chuckle.
"Why do you have that goofy ass grin on your face? I'm upset that you got hurt because dumb Deku can't control himself, and now I gotta fix it," he huffs.
"I got this grin because angry Bakugou actually has a soft side," you tease.
"I can leave y'know."
You pout and stay silent. He sits next to you and sighs.
"Promise that you'll ask me next time," he asks softly.
Your eyes soften at him. "Promise."
His face turns the slightest shade of pink, then he starts putting things back.
"Also promise that you'll go to Recovery Girl if that gets worse," he gestures to your arm, his voice back to normal.
"Promise promise. And, uh, thanks for caring about me enough to do this."
"Tch." He thinks for a moment, then his demeanor softens. "I'll always care about you," he whispers.
You smile, then get up and hug him. You hear a grumble die in his throat before his soft side wins, and he hugs you back.
"I'll always care about you too, Katsuki."