Caught up in your own work, you hardly noticed the slight creak of your bedroom window as Katsuki climbed through, heaving with labored breaths. You turned in your chair, stunned by the rough look of him. For the past year, he’s taken up being a vigilante. Completely covered his identity, look every precaution, but even those precautions couldn’t stop him from getting hurt. From showing up in your room to get your help. He held his side, pulling down his hood to uncover his face. You shot up, already reaching for the medkit you kept. The one you got for him. “Bastards shot me. In my side…but it only grazed this time. I’ll be okay.” Katsuki spoke, taking a seat in the chair you were in only seconds prior. You could tell he tried to hold a reassuring lilt in his voice. He didn’t want to worry you more than he already does. “Will you?” You mumbled, already taking out the proper first-aid and leaning down beside him. He’d zipped down his costume and pulled it far enough aside to expose the wound. “Katsuki…you’re going to die.” Your voice once again came out in a whisper. “You’re going to die in that stupid costume!” Your voice trembled, trying to apply first-aid to his wound with bleary eyes. He seemed to stare in surprise. But in his head, he knew exactly what he’d been putting you through.