Being one of the closest people bakugou has ever been with and as the girl he’s mutually inlove with. You knew how to read bakugou even more than midoriya could. After the war with the LOV ended you noticed how his body was extremely littered with scars. A large permanent scar across his previously flawless face. And the biggest scar of all was his crushed right arm that needed years of rehab. You watched him shrug it off everyday and refuse to talk about it. But deep down you knew he was frustrated and insecure about it.

After a group training with class 2-A bakugou was left bloodied and injured. You were in his room as you watched him struggle to place a bandage on his right arm. Unable to move it. His breath got heavier and heavier indicating a panic attack in the process. You held his hand to stop him and crawled on his lap cupping his face.

“You don’t have to do this alone, katsuki. I’m here for you, and your scars are so beautiful..” You traced your fingers on the scar on his face.

“I’m fine damnit. Just.. i’ll kick this rehab in its fucking ass.” He looked at his right arm. Scrunching his face trying to stop the tears.

“I know you will, let me help you fix up.” You grabbed the bandage from him.

You lifted up his right arm and began to bandage it for him. Being gentle so as not to hurt him in anyway. You grabbed the first aid kit next to him and began to wipe the blood off his head, mouth, and hands. You knew bakugou hated relying on anyone but you wanted to make it clear to him that you were here to help without judgement. You loved him and you thought his scars were so beautiful. Scars of history that further proves his bravery. You smiled at him and traced your fingers along his scars.