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The pain Y/n felt wasn’t unbearable, and that’s what scared her. The amount of hits to the head she took would have made any other person unconscious and en route to the nearest hospital. But, naturally, in her troubled state, Y/n peeled off from the crowd of the attack and made her way towards the only person who would take her in and only make fun of her a little bit.
Bakugou.
As she stumbled her way towards his apartment, she could feel the blood covering most of her face start to cool. At least that meant her blood was clotting and she wouldn’t bleed out on her way to Katsuki’s. The cold of the rainy night nipped at her arms and legs, despite being completely covered. Either the adrenaline was wearing off or she was bleeding a lot somewhere else. The neon lights of the city lit the misty streets bright reds and blues, all blurring in Y/n’s failing vision.
I’m not going to be able to stay awake much longer.
She just needed to get to Katsuki’s and everything would be okay. A man so loud and angry and brash somehow had the power to make anyone feel safe when they are wrapped up in his arms. Y/n used to be familiar with those arms. He was the one who was there for her during all their sleepless teenage nights at UA. And although their relationship had grown more distant, she knew she could go to him in her time of need.
With the thought of Katsuki, her mind goes back to a simpler time.
A Saturday at 3 am. The end of their last year at UA. They were both completely naked lying together in Katsuki’s bed, with his sheet haphazardly thrown across their waists. Hearts still fluttering after the nights activities, but they were spent for the night. Their heads were buried in each other’s shoulders, arms holding tight with no intention of letting go. It was a bittersweet moment they shared. The future filled with unknowns knocking at the door, but inside the room, within the cage of arms and bedsheets, the young heroes protected each other. They knew this could be the last time they shared an intimate moment together. So they were savoring it. Draining every last drop of affection from the other as physically possible. With the blinds slightly opened, the room was illuminated by blue moonlight pouring in through the window. And within the moonlit room, they both realized they never said the three words which had been haunting them since at least their second year.
Y/n snapped out of her flashback as she realized that her disheveled state gained the attention of the few passerbys on the street, asking if she was okay or needed an ambulance. Y/n, true to her hero persona, assured them that she was fine, just working her way back to her agency to get patched up. When in reality she never felt more relieved when she saw Katsuki’s apartment building come into view. It was one built for heroes specifically to live in so the security might be tight regarding letting her go to Katsuki. But she made her way towards the tall glass building on complete autopilot, her knees becoming shaky but her mind not deviating from the explosive blond.
She wishes she could have gotten closure on her situation with Katsuki. They were friends since middle school, thick as thieves. High school came around, they were each other’s first kiss, first time, go to sparring partner, it was as if everything revolved around the other. After graduation, the late night texts became more scarce as they gradually worked towards getting their professional lives in order. Their phone calls that used to last hours became shorter and shorter, until Y/n was afraid to call him in fear of bothering him.
He’s probably doing something important. She would always tell herself.
And she found herself telling herself the exact same as she stared at his apartment door. She took a deep breath, or tried to before doubling down in pain over a few freshly broken ribs. A sudden action, driven from her own pain led her fist to slam on the door by accident. Her stomach dropped. This isn’t how she wanted their reunion to go.
She braced herself on the doorframe, hoping he was asleep or on patrol or something to possibly make the situation less awkward. Instead, the door flew open, revealing a very tired looking Katsuki. His hair flying which every direction possible and eyes squinted from the harsh light of the hallway. Granted, Y/n could only see from his knees down, as she was still doubled over.
“What the hell do you...” Katsuki started, the displeasure in his voice quickly shifted to concern when he took a moment to actually look at who was at his door. Y/n strained her stomach, trying to straighten herself back up. Katsuki immediately dropped to one knee and held the side of her face, still slightly wet blood coating his palm. Her face involuntarily leaned into his hand, it exudes heat like a space heater and she just wanted to stay like that forever.
“I’m so sorry.” Y/n finally mumbled. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know where else to go.” She said as tears began to fill her tired eyes. “The hospital had to deal with enough casualties tonight, I didn’t want to force them to deal with another one. And my apartment and agency are on the complete other side of town.” She said as Katsuki less than gracefully pulled her into his dark apartment.
“What even happened to you? You never get beaten up this badly.” Katsuki commented, gently sitting her down on his couch while thinking of the fastest route to the hospital. Her gentle grip on his hand didn’t shift, the pressure was almost comforting to Katsuki. Almost like a way of telling him that she still had fight left in her.
“I don’t know. The villain took hostages, I was alone, I got flung through some walls, I don’t think anybody died.” Y/n said quietly, her tone shaking Katsuki to his core. She sounded tired, exhausted, even. He couldn’t let her fall asleep. He shifted from the couch next to her to kneeling in front.
“Look, your head’s bleeding way too fucking much. I think I’m going to take you to the hospital down just down the road to get you checked out.” Katsuki said. The fact that her only response was a gentle nod of the head made chills wrack through his body. This was bad. “Hey. Hey!” Katsuki said, shaking her shoulders slightly, just to get her attention. “Come on, eyes open, dumbass!” He said, a little bit louder. Y/n’s eyes were still open and Katsuki let out a sigh of relief after she refocused on him with a gentle smile after a second wind of energy. Y/n was fascinated, she hadn’t seen Katsuki so stressed in a very long time.
“Katsuki…” A female voice asked from the hallway leading to his bedroom. “Are you coming back to bed or...what?” She said as she came into view. The brown hair was unmistakable even in the low lighting. Uraraka. Wearing one of Katsuki’s shirts on top of it all. His shirtlessness suddenly made a bit more sense. Y/n realized what she had interrupted and shot to her feet, almost passing out in the process.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize I was interrupting something. Thank you for taking me in, Bakugou, I’ll leave you alone now.” Y/n said with the upmost sincerity. Bakugou. Not Katsuki. He’d never admit it but damn if that didn’t sting. She didn’t mean to walk in on any of this. At least she was so focused on her wounds that she didn’t focus on exactly what they were doing before her arrival. She wasn’t sure her heart could take it. Bakugou whispered something to Uraraka and she retreated back to the bedroom.
“Not happening, I’m bringing you to a hospital because you decided parading around the city was a better idea than actually getting yourself fixed up.” Katsuki said to Y/n this time.
“You always used to fix me up at UA and for some reason I thought it would be ok to do again. I invaded your private space for such a stupid reason, I’m so sorry.” She said as she started walking towards the open door, artificial light pouring into the dark apartment.
“Stop apologizing, dumbass. If it wasn’t a head injury you know I would have taken care of you.” He said, voice getting louder as he followed her to the door. She turned around with the intention to tell him to leave her alone until his hand wrapped around her upper arm and eyes filled with concern. “Y/n, are you-”
She hit the ground before he could finish his sentence