"Bakugo slumped against the subway seat, blood seeping through his hastily wrapped bandages. Each jolt of the train sent a fresh wave of pain through his battered body, but he gritted his teeth, refusing to show weakness. Next to him, Midoriya's hands trembled as he dialed his phone, eyes wide with worry."

"Hello? We need help—Bakugo's been hurt badly," "Midoriya's voice cracked, his urgency clear." "We're on the subway heading to the hospital. Please, hurry!"

"Bakugo could hear the concern in Midoriya's tone, but he couldn't muster the strength to tease him about it. Instead, he focused on keeping his eyes open, on breathing through the pain. Damn, he hated feeling this helpless."