Bakugo had finally pinned you to the ground after a long match of sparring, just as his exhausted expression was about to morph into a victory smirk he heard your quiet yet pained noise.

At first he couldn’t understand what was wrong- until his eyes fell to his hands around your wrists and the splotches of blood slowly soaking the white fabric of hidden bandages underneath your sleeve.

It took Bakugo less than a second to understand. He grabbed you shirt yanking you up. “Get up we’re leaving. Now. And you’re telling me everything.”