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That night Katsuki returned to the dormitories. Spend all dinner thinking about how to approach her. I'M ALWAYS HUMBLE, and that thought was gone as quickly as it arrived. Out of ideas, it was already close to midnight when he made his way to ochaco's room.
Knock knock knock
"cheeks... " No one answered his call, but he knew she was awake. He could smell the cheap ramen coming out of her door.
Knock knock knock
"Uraraka,." - He keeps knocking, his forehead pressed against the door, but no one responds.
"You know, she is pretty hurt," said a voice down the hall.
"tch. Do you think I don't know that?"
"her skin, dummy. She didn't want to go to the infirmary" - said Mina half asleep before closing the door of her room again.
A feeling of deep anger began to grow in his chest. A subtle blush appeared on his face and neck. Seconds seemed like forever standing by her bedroom door until his mind snapped. WHY SHE HAS TO BE SO STUBBORN?!!! scream in his mind. His body moved automatically to his room, straight to the bathroom where he grabbed his aid kit and walked as fast as he could to Mina's door.
Knock knock knock knock knock knock
"OH, GOD! STOP! I heard you! What do you want Bakugou? She opens the door again.
" Your window"
"Why would.." she interrupted herself when she saw what he was carrying "Come in. If she asks, you threaten me"
"yeah, whatever you say"- he said as he went out to her balcony.
The jumping part wasn't difficult. He was two rooms apart from hers. The tricky part was that he couldn't count on his quirk or else the whole building would find out, which included Aizawa. After two long jumps, he was able to silently reach her balcony. As he had imagined she was sitting on the floor, eating Ramen cup and watching some video on her computer. But what caught his attention was a ridiculously short tank top that she was wearing, which barely cover her nipples and ... SHIT ... burnt marks, on each breast. He knows her body was full of "warrior wounds", as she likes to say, but this time is different, intimate. The rage inside him was quickly replaced by a feeling of genuine concern.
Slide, then step inside. Slide again.
"Can I treat your wounds?" - He said quickly, shyly, almost with a hint of guilt, before she has the opportunity to kick him out. She was in shock, eyes wide open, and with food in her mouth. But her expression darkened and she looked back at the screen.
"I didn't know you felt like touching me again," she said
ouch.
"Look cheeks, do you really think I wanted to abuse you?" but she kept ignoring him. Be humble. His dad's words kept echoing in his mind. "Ochaco," that got her attention. "Ochaco, let me heal you ... please" After sighing deeply, she put down her food and paused the video."Okay." She said as she took off slowly her top tank.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" - Bakugou screamed as he covered his eyes as fast as he could. "SHH! Really? Come on. Besides, you'll understand why it's easier this way."
He took his hand away from his face and when he sat down next to her, could see what she meant. They were not "normal burn marks". They were literally shaped like his hand. The fingertips and the outer edge of his palm could be clearly seen on her skin.
"I'm an ass" he resolves,
"You think?" She looked at the bag " What did you bring?" He empties his aid kit on the floor. "This is a special ointment for fire quick users.. sometimes I get burned with my own explosions, so.. you know." Then he took the ointment and put some in his hand. "Can I?" she nodded her head.
He started silently, slowly, concentrating to make sure that every burned part touched the medicine.
The ointment was to disinfect and relieve pain. He knew how it felt, itchy at first and then cold. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her skin bristle from the rubbing as well as her nipples stiffened. That position allows him to appreciate other parts of his partner's body ... Like THAT FUCKING NECK. Somehow, he was grateful this time his hormones didn't take control of his body.
"Why didn't you go with Recovery Girl" Bakugou was curious. She kept watching him as he didn't take his eyes off her chest. "I thought it wouldn't be a good idea"
How could that be a bad idea, he thought until he remembered the shapes of the burn mark. "mmmm"
"Yep. They would have thought the worst"
"It was never my intention to touch you that way. When I realized that you were naked.." "it was the only thing you could think of " She interrupted him. He just nodded without taking his eyes off his work. "I never took into account the temperature of my hands"
Bakugou put the ointment on the floor and picked up some patches.
"What are they?" "These are hydrocolloid plasters. They help with tissue recovery. Raise your arms." He ordered and she obeyed. He placed the patches one by one on the wounded skin.
"Do you have a soft sports bra? Something not too tight" He asked her. "Yes, in the second drawer," She pointed to the drawers next to the bed. A few seconds later he returned to where he was sitting before, with a clean bra in his hands. "Raise your arms again cheeks."
She couldn't take her eyes off his face as he dressed her. His eyes never showed a trace of lewd thoughts, always the look of someone focused, concerned with doing his job well. When he finished adjusting the fabric, he left his hands on her waist for a few more seconds, until he let her go.
"I'm really sorry Ochaco."
They had been practice partners, classmates, and mission partners for the past two and a half years. She was part of an extremely small group of people who knew other, less dramatic reactions of him. He is always honest, but she could see that now he was going beyond that.
The moment of the incident passed very quickly. One second she resisted the blast and the next one she had Katsuki on top of her, squeezing and burning her breasts. Knocking him out seemed like a good idea at the time until she stood up and remembered they had an audience and understood what her partner had just done. Luckily Mina was nearby and covered her with a towel to quickly leave the gym and get to her bedroom. Embarrassment, anger, and excitement were some of the emotions that went through her head during that time, but what hurt her the most was that he didn't show up sooner. He would never disrespect her on that level. And he never did.
So she wasn't surprised when she found herself crawling up to Katsuki, sitting on his lap, and hiding her face in his neck after leaving a kiss on the corner of his lips.
"We are fine" She finally said.
Katsuki managed to release the air he had been holding unconsciously when he heard those words and hugged her gently, just wrapping his arms around her for several minutes, savoring their almost kiss. But everything comes to an end.
"I should get going cheeks" Katsuki was past his bedtime and she knew it. They both got up helping each other not to fall. Carefully they picked up the garbage left over from the medicine and ramen.
As he crossed the door, he turned (he remembered something important) and leaned against the door frame "Tomorrow I'll bring you new plaster. You have to change them every 24 hours. I..." He stopped when he saw a slight blush on her cheeks "..doesn't matter. Goodnight Ochaco". Smiling softly he caressed her cheek and left on his way to his room.
She stood against the closed door, her hand on top of her heart trying to hold it back.
He stared into the darkness of the hallway with his hand on the back of his neck, eyes wide open, trying to calm that itchy sensation that was running and burning through his body.
WHAT THE FUCK HAS JUST HAPPENED, they thought at the same time.