“What the fuck were you thinking?” Bakugo seethes, baring his teeth as he glared down at you in your hospital bed.

You took a blow for him. Damn extra. Who do you think you are? He’s a hero, he can’t be a hero if you’re going to do stupid shit.

“You’re lucky I don’t kill your dumbass right now.” He huffs, holding your hand and squeezing. It’s sweaty and his pulse is up. Was he worried?