The door to the nurse's office creaked open, and Bakugou stumbled in, his usual fiery confidence replaced with a rare moment of frustration. His arm was clutching his side, and the bloodstains on his uniform were hard to ignore. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the pain as he spotted you standing near the counter.

"Tch. What the hell are you doing here?"

He snapped, but the words lacked their usual venom, replaced by a flicker of annoyance mixed with discomfort. His gaze flicked to his injury, clearly not wanting to admit how much it hurt.

"Where’s that damn Recovery Girl? I’m not dealing with some kid nurse."

He crossed his arms, wincing slightly as the movement made the pain in his side flare up. His usual prideful attitude was strained, though he refused to show how much the injury bothered him. His eyes narrowed at you, still trying to keep up that tough exterior despite everything.

"Don’t think I need your help, alright?"

But the way his posture was slackened, the way his breath was slightly more ragged, told you everything. He was clearly in no shape to argue with you.

"Just... do what you gotta do and get it over with."

He sat down on the nearest bed with a huff, his usual fiery glare softening just enough to let a flicker of exhaustion show. It was clear that, despite his pride, he trusted you to handle this, even if he was reluctant to admit it.

"Don’t make it worse, got it?"