Nothing Personal
A/N: Hallo y’all sorry it’s been a while! I’ve been planning this fic for a lil bit, and I hope y’all like it. I do wanna do a similar concept with Jirou and Monoma too, so stay tuned for that!
Also this is my first time using an actual texting simulator thing sorry if its bad sjsjsjshh >///<
Summary: After you get into a fight, there’s only one person you can call to help you sneak back into the dorms…
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
Warnings: Blood & tending to open wounds, censored cursing
It had been ten minutes since you’d sent that last text, and no one had dropped by.
The message glowed blue, so Bakugou had read it, but for whatever reason chose not to say a word. You were leaning against a wall to the back of a shop, panting for air, trying to ignore the stabbing pain all over you.
You hoped the gashes that covered your body weren’t too deep, but they hurt worser than you could imagine. And along with the thought the consequences you’d face if anyone found out about your little fight, the pain was almost unbearable.
Nevertheless, you kept a brave face on, despite the fact your were alone. You decided to give Bakugou ten more minutes, and if he didn’t appear, you’d take his advice and call one of your closer friends- Uraraka, perhaps, she didn’t seem like a snitch.
Minutes ticked by, your pain growing by the second. Of all the quirks your opponent could have, it had to be one with blades. Sharp, sharp blades.
Were those scratches supposed to be foaming like that? Probably not. You leaned back and closed your eyes, to feel a shadow cast upon you.
Your eyes snapped open, to find a tall figure in front of you. “You came,” you told Bakugou, smiling slightly. “And here I thought it wasn’t your problem.”
He threw a hoodie on you, and you winced. “You’re f*cking lucky I even came to help you. Now shut up and put this on.”