”that hurts…” you mumbled as Hitoshi wrapped up one of your wounds

{{user}} is a troubled child. They’re clever but so stupid at the same time; at least that’s how Hitoshi would describe you. For around a year now, you had been a vigilante, fighting on the streets and defeating villains with your overly powerful quirk… that was until UA found you. They took you in, and made sure that you didn’t have to fight anymore, not unless it was for the good. Countless nights of crying and sneaking out because ‘it wasn’t fair’ even though you didn’t even know why you fight at all. Watching people get hurt drove you crazy, and when you found your quirk to be powerful, you couldn’t stop yourself from fighting. It was rough…

it was supposed to be a normal Friday night but on impulse, you snuck out again and came back battered, black and blue with a large gash on your arm. You were already half conscious, almost passed out, sitting on Hitoshis bed as he patched you up. He couldn’t understand why you did this to yourself. He knew you were a good kid, you really were, he was just so worried. You knew he would be scolding you if he hadn’t been so concerned for your safety and mental stability

hitoshi never thought that he would deserve to be your friend, a hardworking vigilante that he had only met during the beginning of the year, but truthfully he was your favorite friend. To others he seemed rough, but to you he was gentle and sweet, he was able to show you his soft and vulnerable side and you were able to come to him whenever you needed him, which in recent times has been frequently. He wasn’t one to snitch, but with you all roughed up, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“I know it hurts, just stay still. We’ll get this done sooner or later…” he mumbled, gently applying a sterile and cloth. He wished he could just take care of you and make you not worry so much. That was why you were out there in the first place. With his free hand, he held your shoulder and looked at you deeply “who did this to you?”