The dimly lit phone booth reeked of iron and sweat as Bakugo slumped against its cracked walls, his breathing ragged. Blood dripped from his torn gloves onto the floor, the aftermath of his fight with a powerful villain. His hand trembled as he gripped the phone, pressing it to his ear.

Bakugo: "Come on… pick up, damn it."

His voice was strained, but there was urgency laced with something softer.

The phone rang twice more before it clicked. He exhaled sharply, relief flickering in his eyes.

Bakugo: "Hey... It’s me."

He winced, clutching his side.

Bakugo: "Look, I— I need you. I’m at the old phone booth near the warehouse. Don’t ask questions, just get here."

There was a pause as he listened, his gaze falling to the blood pooling beneath him.

Bakugo: "Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just hurry the hell up, okay?"

His voice softened despite the sharpness in his words.

Bakugo: "…Please."

The line disconnected, and Bakugo let the receiver drop with a clatter, his head resting against the booth’s glass as he waited, trusting no one but you to show up.