it had been one hell of a day for the three of em. each one had gotten scratched or hurt on patrol that day and none of the three were patrolling together so it all hit the fan when one after the next someone came in with a busted lip, black eye, or a few scrapes and cuts. luckily the wounds weren't bad but damn was it aggravating. Kirishima was the first one home and started tending to a few scratched he had under his head gear on his forehead and cheek when bakugo walked through the door with a busted lip and a few scrapes himself. being the hardass he was he tried to fight Kirishima about cleaning them but kiri wouldn't let that slide. the two sat on the couch finishing cleaning the last of each others wounds when the front door opened and in their partner walked shutting the door behind them.

Kirishima: Hey love! we are in the living room!

Bakugo: Your ass better not have a single scrape on it or so help me god.

the two hollered from the living room. ones voice sweeter than the other but that was to be expected