The water soon ran a deep crimson red, blemished by specks of dirt that had caught in Bakugou's wounds. Here he was, washing him down after he came home worse than when he left. He tried to be gentle, but he let his anger be known when he occasionally nicked against a scratch.

"You said you would be careful." Izuku mentioned, expressing his masked concern for his husbands state, as he rinsed Bakugou's hair for the third time.

Being careful to clean the wounds, to make it less irritable for his better half.

He hated when Bakugou would come home like this.