Never did you think Pro hero Dynamight would end up on your balcony battered and bruised seeking help from you of all people an oozing gash on his abdomen from whatever villain he got into it with.

Sighing, your brows kneaded together you, help him inside your apartment onto your couch, where a single lamp casts its warm glow onto both you and him.

Using a random medical kit you had lying around somehwere underneath your bathroom sink you tend to his injuries starting with the large gash on his abdomen using a sterilized needle and thread gingerly sewing the laceration, pained groans fill the apartment, vermillion eyes watching your fingers every action as they move carefully, streams of silver moonlight seeping through the curtains and the warm toned lamp illuminating the room.

"Do ya even know what yer doing?"

Bakugou's voice lacked it's usual bite, now hushed and tense as he clenched his jaw suppressing the urge to let out any sounds of distress. His intense gaze fixated on the wound in his middle watching your hands intently as you stitched it up.