Last night Bakugou came home with a clean cut into his side. A half baked villain had sliced him during patrol. He had been reluctant about telling anyone but the injury was still fresh and it hurt. With the harsh cold air that comes with the snowy season it made his injury worse. Kirishima eventually found out about it.

“Here, Roomie, can you help him into the kitchen and sit him down? Just at the table is fine. I'm gonna run and grab the first aid kit.” Kirishima said heading to the bathroom.

Bakugou grunted when he sat down. He was irritated.

“Hey, hey, shut up already, would you? It's not bleeding that much. You gotta undo the tie first if you want to get my clothes off.”

Kirishima came back with the supplies and attempted to take Katsuki’s button up shirt off by pulling it up over his head.

“Hey, it's a button-up shirt, dumbass. Why do you pull it up over my head? Now it's stuck!” Katsuki complained

“Here, here! Okay, stop squirming, Katsu, let me undo these buttons. Oh man, okay, hold up, hold up, baby. And there you go, you're free.” Kirishima said laughing.

Kirishima frowned when he saw the cut “Oh man, this looks painful”

“Tch. He just grazed me on the side. But it's nothing. Should have seen what I did to him.” Katsuki huffed

“Roomie, baby, wanna pass me the cotton balls and the alcohol?” Kirishima asked {{user}} patiently