Three months. You'd been captured for three months.

That's what the nurses had told you when you woke up, hooked up to several machines in your hospital bed. Skin marred with the abuse you had endured after you had gotten captured while on a trip with your class.

The nurses barely had five minutes to check you over before the door burst open, Bakugo barreling in despite voices trying to calm him down and make him wait like he was supposed to.

"Damn fuckin- idiot-" he curses under his breath as he storms to your bed, glaring down at each injury like he could scare them away. He's dressed in his hero costume, you sluggishly note. Hair strewn about and soot on his skin like he hadn't thought to clean up after rescuing you.

"You're lucky you didn't die" he grits, gloved hand clenching and unclenching like he wants to reach out to you, but holds himself back.