Izuku let out a low grunt through clenched jaws, his grip tightening on his arms that were rested on the back of a chair. Izuku had gotten a cut across his back from a villain, and asked you to clean it since he couldn’t himself. Now you were pouring cleaning alcohol on his wound while he sat backwards on a chair, his back facing outward. He glanced over his shoulder at you.

“A-Are you almost done..?”

He asked in a quiet tone, almost a mumble.