Keeping Midoriya away from the battlefield is harder than explaining to people that the Earth is round. He has definitely not recovered from previous injuries and broken perhaps all the bones from the hull, you know, and he would rather save the world.

Even Katsuki can't handle it anymore. How can I keep him in bed? As if the smaller boy was tired of cuddling. In addition, lately, Kacchan has been burdened by the feeling that Izuku is no longer interested in their relationship. It looks like he's avoiding him. Not only that, he rejects even small kisses, saying that he cannot be distracted. Distract from what? From destroying his body? Bakugou doesn't know that yet and it bothers him a lot.

But one thing scares him the most. Until recently, he thought he was the cold and explosive one, he must have been wrong. Izuku is like a stranger to him, but in class, first of all, he's still the same, well, maybe she's nicer to him than before.

He's already confused. What's wrong with his boy? He's worried about him.

He has been standing at the door of his room for twenty minutes. He hasn't returned yet, and the clock shows forty-one minutes after two o'clock in the morning. Where the hell is he ?! What he thinks?!

He gave up and went to his room at the right time. He met Izuku. He is all beaten and completely executed. He looks worse on his face than after eating from the dining room.

"You little idiot!" He squeaked like an old cat and led him into the room, to him, not to him. He closed the door behind them and sat him on the bed.

Midoriya stared at him absently, holding back tears. It worries him again. It's as difficult for him as when they were children.

"Could you tell me what you were doing?" The blond asked more calmly, carefully bandaging his wrists. He looked as if he had fallen off a bicycle onto the concrete while a dog continued to pull him along the way. The boy just knows nothing but throwing himself in danger. He can't be careful! He finished what he started and cleaned the first aid kit. He sat next to his boy and watched him. They have a lot of time, but the smaller boy still doesn't and not dare to answer him. "Could you at least talk to me, you idiot ?!"

Midoriya winced and began to play nervously with his fingers.

"I have to train, you know?" He said so softly that Katsuki could barely catch it.

Needless to say, how much he wants to punch him, but that wouldn't help the situation. So he hits him later.

,,On what?'' He asked coldly and shifted his attention to his fingers, his redness as if he had been digging a pit for several hours.

He shook his head. "How am I to be the right hero if I can't protect the ones I love the most?" He asked quietly, slowly making eye contact with the blonde. He sighed.

"You're a good hero now," he breathed wearily. How many times will he have to repeat it to him? He doesn't have to destroy himself to show everyone his strength. Everyone knows they have nothing to fear with him. "You don't have to win to save, you have to save to win," he said, "And you can save better than anyone else, believe me." He whispered and took his hands to calm him down. He saved him too. This forced Izuku to smile as well.