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“Don't you get it, Izuku?”
Katsuki's chest ached as he stared at Izuku. They were atop some roof after fighting a villain. Izuku was injured, blood soaking the sleeve of his hero costume, but he refused to stop for even a second to take care of himself.
“I have to keep going. “ Was all he would say every time Katsuki tried to stop him.
This was the fifth villain fight today and it wasn't even noon.
“I have to… “
Katsuki roared, “No fucking way!” He tackled Izuku to the concrete below them. “You ain’t going anywhere.”
“Kacchan!” Izuku struggled underneath him. “Let me go!”
Katsuki curled his lip at him and grabbed his sleeve, tearing away the fabric to reveal his wound. A large gash trailed down his arm, gushing blood with each motion. “Hospital, now.” He growled, the rage boiling inside him shortening both his temper and his sentences. “Fight later. There are other heroes that can handle whatever the hell might happen.”
Izuku started to protest more. Katsuki covered his lips with a gloved hand. “Shut up. Do you want to die from blood loss, hah? Is that your plan? How the hell are you gonna become number one if you’re dead, idiot?”
Izuku shook his head in defeat. “Sorry.” His voice was muffled behind Katsuki’s palm.
Katsuki lifted his weight off of him and helped him to stand. “Let’s go.” He grabbed his wrist and pulled him in the direction of the hospital. “Damn it Izuku, you gotta take care of yourself. And don’t give me shit, either. You’d be saying the same thing if it were me.”
“Yeah…” Izuku sighed. “You’re right.”