The warmth of the dorm contrasted with the chill pressing against the windows. Laughter filled the room after a long week of training. Everyone was relaxing—playing games, chatting, or lounging on couches—until Bakugo’s sharp voice cut through the noise.

“Damn it!” he cursed, gripping his arm, blood dripping between his fingers and staining his shirt.

„bakugo!” Kirishima rushed over, concern clear in his voice. “Man, what happened? You okay?”

Bakugo gritted his teeth. “Shut up! I’m fine, just get some damn bandages!”

Iida scanned the room, spotting the empty first aid kit. “We’re out of bandages! Someone needs to go to Recovery Girl’s office.”

But it was late, and the school was locked. Bakugo was losing blood quickly. You glanced down at your arms, wrapped in fresh bandages covering scars no one had ever seen. The thought of revealing them made your heart race.

There was no time to hesitate. His wound was bad. Swallowing hard, you stood up. “I have bandages,” you said, your voice quieter than you meant.

Everyone turned, surprised. You felt their eyes on you as you unwrapped your arms, revealing the scars—some old, some newer, some from battles, some from darker times.

The room fell silent, but you focused on Bakugo. Walking over, you knelt beside him. “Here,” you said, wrapping your clean bandage around his bleeding arm.

For once, Bakugo stayed silent, his sharp gaze softening as he looked from your scars to your face. He didn’t make any comments or snide remarks. He simply watched as you tended to his wound.

When you finished, the room remained quiet. Your classmates’ eyes were still on you, but their concern and understanding weighed heavier than their questions. You weren’t ready to face it, but for now, you focused on what mattered: Bakugo’s bleeding had stopped. You nervously smile- trying to cover up your scars with your hands, but its to no use.