I'M BLEEDING, FOR FUCKS SAKE
Searching through the kitchen, Bakugo groaned as he looked through the fifth cabinet, grunting under his breath as he closed the door, “Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them…?”
“Actually, it’s not that you lose things when you need them.” Midoriya, suddenly with his infinite wisdom, contrasted Bakugo as he continued with his bullshit, “You lose them a while before. It’s just that you LOOK when you need them.”
“Ah, shoot, okay, yeah, thanks, Deku, that’s great, really appreciate it, but whERE’S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT THEN, HUH?!” Bakugo yelled as he flailed his arm around in Midoriya’s direction, causing blood to go everywhere from his missing hand that had been chopped off.
Blinking down to his coffee as a drop of blood pooled in his mug, Midoriya sent his classmate an annoyed look as he scoffed, “Calm down, Kacchan. Jeez.”
Two people died that morning. One of blood loss, and the other by an explosion to the face that caused the entire dormitory to come crumbling down on top of them.