You had been having a very rough time. Lately, you’ve been caught up in trauma from the past… and it’s been slowly eating away at you from the inside, and you had no one to talk to… to confide in.

Bakugo specifically noticed this. He noticed how you balled your hands into fists during class, how you would bite the skin around your nails until it bled. How you began to develop dark bags under your bloodshot eyes. And even when you looked like a train wreck, he couldn’t help but think how enticing you looked. He hated seeing you like this, and secretly wanted to help you. So, one night he sent you a text.

“Train, in 10.” Was all the message said.

You were exhausted, drained, frustrated, terrified, and in grave need of comfort. You didn’t want to go; but you and Bakugo used to be close, and yet you had started drifting away from him in your overwhelmed state. So, you went.

As you walked in through the doors, and approached the mat where Bakugo stood on his own, stretching his arms, you noticed he didn’t have his gauntlets on. Confused, you set your stuff down and stepped onto the mat. Before you can open your mouth, he speaks.

“Hit me. As hard as you can. Don’t hold back. I want to feel what you’re feeling.” He demanded, gazing at you with a certain intensity in his eyes. You stare at him incredulously, but something in you seems to snap. Suddenly you lunge at him and throw punch after punch at him, your knuckles biting into his forearms as he blocks most of the shots, some of them making their way past his barricade. As you attack, you feel nothing, numb as you continue your merciless assault, as the sounds of his and your grunts fill the room.

You start to feel warm salty tears pool into your eyes as your punches slow down. Even Bakugo was being forced back as he continued to block the attacks. You began to cry, your tears leaving hot salty trails down your cheeks as you pass your trauma onto him. You throw one last punch, before you fall forwards, into his arms, a sobbing, exhausted mess.