About This Story
After getting injured during training, you find yourself relying on Bakugou in a way you never expected. From the training grounds to a quiet evening at the dorms, his usual rough attitude gives way to genuine concern, care, and affection.
Story Information
Fandom: My Hero Academia (MHA)
Character: Bakugou Katsuki
Pairing: Bakugou x Reader
Relationship: Romantic Relationship
Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Themes: Injury, care, protection, affection, recovery
Story Format: X Reader Fanfiction
The Story
The afternoon sun beat down on the training grounds as you sparred with Kirishima. Sweat ran down your forehead while the two of you exchanged blows, each trying to find an opening.
Bakugou stood nearby, watching.
His arms were crossed, but you could tell from the way his eyes followed every movement that he was paying close attention.
Your Quirk, (Y/Q), flickered around you as you moved, helping you keep up with Kirishima's hardened defenses.
You lunged toward his side.
Kirishima reacted quickly, turning and bringing his hardened fist around.
The blow caught your shoulder.
Pain shot through your arm.
You stumbled backward with a sharp cry, immediately grabbing your shoulder.
"Hey!"
Bakugou was moving before you even had time to react.
A burst from his palms propelled him across the training ground, and he landed beside you.
"(Y/N)!"
Kirishima hurried over as well, his expression filled with concern.
Bakugou crouched in front of you, his eyes quickly scanning your shoulder.
"What happened?"
"I... I think I dislocated it," you managed, fighting back tears as another wave of pain went through your arm.
Bakugou's expression tightened.
"Don't move."
His voice was firm, but there was none of his usual anger behind it.
He carefully supported your injured arm while Kirishima stood nearby, clearly worried.
"Kirishima, get Aizawa."
"Right!"
Kirishima took off immediately.
Bakugou stayed beside you.
"I'm sorry," you whispered.
His eyes snapped toward yours.
"Don't apologize."
"But—"
"I said don't."
His voice softened a little.
"You got hurt. That's all."
He kept talking while you waited for Aizawa, doing whatever he could to keep your attention away from the pain. He complained about training, made a few sarcastic comments about Kirishima, and even told you about something ridiculous that had happened earlier that day.
You knew what he was doing.
And despite everything, it helped.
When Aizawa finally arrived, he examined your shoulder and confirmed the injury.
With his help, your shoulder was put back into place. The pain spiked briefly before gradually settling into a dull ache.
You let out a shaky breath.
Bakugou's shoulders finally relaxed.
"Okay," he muttered. "That's better."
Aizawa gave you instructions to rest and have Recovery Girl check you over.
Bakugou immediately stepped forward.
"I'm taking her."
You looked at him.
"You don't have to."
"I know."
He carefully helped you stand, making sure you didn't put any unnecessary pressure on your injured arm.
"You heard Aizawa. You're done training for today."
You sighed. "Can you carry me instead?"
Bakugou stared at you.
Then he scoffed.
"You're unbelievable."
But he crouched down anyway.
"Get on."
You smiled and carefully climbed onto his back.
"Thanks."
"Don't think this means you're getting special treatment, dumbass."
You laughed softly.
As he carried you back toward the dorms, his pace stayed slow and steady.
After a moment, you rested your head against his shoulder.
"I love you."
Bakugou went quiet for a second.
Then he glanced back at you.
"Yeah, yeah."
There was a faint blush on his face.
"I'd hate to lose you too."
You smiled.
For someone who rarely said exactly what he was feeling, that was enough.
When you reached the dorms, Bakugou helped you inside and settled you on the couch.
"I'll get some ice."
He disappeared into the kitchen and returned a moment later with an ice pack.
He carefully placed it against your shoulder before sitting beside you.
You sighed.
"I'm so stupid. I should've been more careful."
Bakugou frowned.
"Stop saying that."
You looked at him.
"You're a good fighter. You got hurt during training. It happens."
He paused.
"You just push yourself too damn hard sometimes."
You smiled slightly.
"You're one to talk."
He glared at you.
"Don't start."
You laughed.
His expression softened.
"But that's one of the things I like about you," he admitted. "You're determined. You don't give up easily."
Your smile grew.
"Thank you."
You reached up and gently touched his cheek.
"I love you too, Bakugou."
His expression softened, and he leaned slightly into your hand.
He didn't say anything.
He didn't need to.
The two of you spent the next few hours together, talking and watching movies while your shoulder slowly began to settle.
Even with the ache still lingering, you felt safe having him there.
As evening arrived, Bakugou helped you get ready for bed.
"Get some sleep, dumbass."
He pulled the blankets into place before stepping back.
"I'll be right here."
You nodded.
"Goodnight, Katsuki."
"Night."
You closed your eyes, finally allowing yourself to relax.
The next morning, you woke to the smell of breakfast.
You slowly sat up, careful with your shoulder.
Bakugou was in the kitchen, standing over the stove and flipping pancakes.
He looked over when he heard you.
"Morning, sleepyhead."
You smiled.
"Morning."
He brought you a plate and a glass of orange juice before sitting down beside you.
"How's the shoulder?"
"A little sore, but better."
He nodded, though the concerned look in his eyes didn't completely disappear.
Throughout the day, Bakugou kept checking on you.
He brought you ice when you needed it, reminded you to follow the instructions you'd been given, and stayed nearby while you rested.
By the end of the day, your shoulder was already feeling much better.
That evening, you sat together on the couch watching movies.
You leaned against him.
"Thank you for taking care of me."
Bakugou wrapped an arm around you.
"It's no big deal."
You smiled.
"Still. Thank you."
He looked down at you.
"I'd do it again."
Your heart warmed.
You knew how much those words meant coming from him.
The following day, you were back at U.A.
You weren't ready to return to full training yet, so you took things slowly and followed the instructions you'd been given.
As you practiced, you noticed Bakugou watching from the sidelines.
When your eyes met, he gave you a small thumbs-up.
You smiled and returned the gesture.
Your shoulder still wasn't completely back to normal, but you knew you'd recover.
And as you looked at Bakugou, you were reminded of something even more important.
Whatever happened, you wouldn't have to face it alone.
You had each other.
Beyond the Story
Being strong doesn't mean handling everything alone. Sometimes support means staying beside someone through a difficult moment, helping them recover, and reminding them that they don't have to face everything by themselves.
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This was so sweet!!!💝💝💝💝
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