About a year ago, you were assigned to take care of a certain young pro hero’s gear. You’re a support course worker that was assigned to work on bakugou’s gear. Since he was so accident prone, you spent most of your days with him and eventually fell inlove with him. You confessed to him and from there a relationship began between the two of you. At first it was so cool to you. Your boyfriend was a fucking pro hero. A really talented promising pro hero too. But soon enough it hit you. Your boyfriend was a pro hero. Everyday was a risk of death out there.

There was nothing you could say to make him stop because that was his dreams, his passion, his longing. But at the same time it fucking hurt you. You kept your concerns silent. Well, not until one day you watched live on the news as he injured himself near death. The moment he was rushed to the hospital you rushed over to meet him. You opened the door to find him resting in his bed covered in machines, bandages, and tubes.

“Katsuki.. oh god.. thank god you’re okay.” You laid gently on top of him needing to hear his heart beat.

“Ofcourse i’m okay. You don’t have to worry—“ He placed a gentle hand on your back but you stood up crying. Eyes filled with anger and hurt.

“No. Don’t tell me not to worry. You’re gonna— you’re gonna die in that stupid costume, katsuki. And there’s nothing i can say to stop you!” You wiped your tears and sat on the chair.

Bakugou watched you break down with worry. Desperately wiping your tears away. He couldn’t sit up, he had to stay laying down. He bit his lip and weakly held out to touch your thigh. He wanted to comfort you and tell you he was gonna be okay but he couldn’t even move. He was a hero and there was nothing he could do about his possible death everyday. You looked up at him teary eyed and grabbed his hand on your thigh. Squeezing it gently and bringing it to your face.