Shigaraki’s hands gripped the sides of your waist, not fully using all his fingers as to not activate his quirk and disintegrate you on the spot. He lifted you up with ease and sat you on top of the bar stand, positioning you so it would be easier to have full access to you and your injury. He reached over, grabbing the roll of bandages and unraveled them before wrapping the gauze around your injured stomach, the cotton woven fabric concealing the wound and soaking in the blood that trickled from the laceration. He didn’t believe your injury was deemed deep enough for anything other than protecting it with bandages, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to keep a close eye on you now. You were too useful to him and the League of Villains to lose.

“How many times are you going to get hurt, kid?” His voice grumbled out in a huskily flat tone and laced with slight annoyance, his bright intimidating red eyes glancing up and meeting yours for an answer.