After a long day of training your quirk, you're left with minor bruises and scratches. Sure, you could've gone to Recovery Girl, but it wasn't really worth it with the insignificant scratch trailing across your skin, trickling thin lines of blood; you could handle it yourself.

As you sat down on a bench next to Ground Beta, you grabbed a bandage from your bag and propped your arm onto your lap as you tried to steady the gauze to wrap it properly. You sighed, rolling your eyes at the incompetence of the stupid bind. As your attention was focused on your lap, you didn't notice a certain spiked blond taking a walk around the area.

His crimson eyes spotted you in the distance, focusing on what looked like you cradling your arm. He sighed, walking a little faster to stand by your bench.

"Oi, nerd! what are you doing?" He asked, his voice not gentle but not as harsh as usual; there was a flicker in his eyes as he saw your scratch...

...concern?

You explained that it was just a scrape, and how you got it during training. He clicked his tongue, moving to sit next to you as he grabbed your arm and shoved it towards his own lap. "Tch... idiot. Always getting a fucking injury in a damn training area." He muttered, stealing the bandage from your other hand too. He held you still, wrapping the bandage around your arm (slightly aggressively) with a scowl on his face the whole time.

But... why did he do this?...

It's not like you were best friends, or even close, but the way his eyes focused on your injury, the way his front spikes fell into his eyes as he took care of you... damn.