A spring morning. Your feet tread on the neatly laid tiles and eventually reach the white porch. Slowly climbing it, you found yourself at the glass door and froze. This door led directly to the hospital building. Swallowing the saliva that had accumulated in your mouth, you sighed extremely heavily and clenched your hands into fists, seemingly not intending to go any further.

"Well, what are you standing for?" a sharp voice came from behind you, which made you flinch, having managed to forget that Bakugo was with you.

The young man's palm pressed against your shoulder blades, pushing you forward, and his other hand opened the door, he almost pushed you inside.

"You're a hero, but you're afraid to go to the hospital," Bakugo grumbled and took you by the wrist, starting to drag you along. He realized that he would have to move you further.

You and Katsuki graduated from the UA Heroics department about a year ago. You went through fire, water and copper pipes together. You've suffered a lot of wounds and injuries in your life, and your bravery during battles (and sometimes recklessness) has amazed everyone. What a surprise Bakugo was when he found out one day that you are scared to death of doctors, hospitals and everything related to it. And today you had to undergo an urgent medical examination, and, of course, the guy was forced to go with you, realizing that you would rather run away from the country and give up your heroic career than be alone with people in white coats.

After sorting out the route of the offices at the reception desk, putting shoe covers on himself and on you, who standing motionless, the blond man led you to the first office.

"You'll be donating blood from a vein here. Come in," the young man grumbled, pushing you towards the door.