Curate, connect, and discover
The other day I made some progress on my WIP Cat-suki (quirk accident where Bakugou turns into a cat when stressed/anxious) and this is how it started:
“Stop poking me,” Bakugou told Recovery Girl.
“Stop getting hurt,” Recovery Girl shot back, tapping Bakugou’s knee with a small hammer to test his reflexes.
Bakugou used the opportunity to try and kick Recovery Girl’s shin.
And this is where it went:
“Why the fuck are you doing this?” Bakugou asked, the bluster in his voice not enough to distract from the quickened pace of his breathing.
“Because you are in my care.” Aizawa answered, rising from his chair.
Bakugou’s head shot up from where he’d been stubbornly focused on his knees.
“Because you are safe,” Aizawa continued, taking a measured seat at the farthest end of Bakugou’s cot.
Beyond the window they both faced, the sun was beginning to settle over Heights Alliance. Midoriya’s flustered voice carried over from the dorms.
Aizawa let loose a slow sigh and he let Bakugou hear the weariness in his tone.
“Because we all struggle with something.”