BNHA x Reader One-Shots

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Your quirk: You have the ability to harm and heal people with your singing. Most people don't know about your healing capabilities, and those who do don't know much about it.

How healing works: In order to actually heal someone, you have to touch the injury with your hands as you sing, otherwise nothing will happen. When you heal somebody's injury, you then get the same injury at a smaller scale. For example, if someone got cut, you would get a deep scratch in the same spot.  (This is the only part of your quirk that will be important in this story.)

(This takes place after Deku and Bakugo fight and Bakugo finds out about One For All)

[Y/N] P.o.V.

  I was sleeping soundly when I heard a knock on my door. "Wake the hell up, shithead." I heard the familiar voice of Katsuki say as I went towards the door. I opened it to meet his crimson eyes. Examining the rest of his body, I saw countless scratches and bruises. I let out a small gasp. "Katsuki, what happened?!" He looked down and scoffed. "Keep your voice down, idiot." He said in a surprisingly calm voice. I signaled for him to come in to my dorm and we both sat down on my bed. As we sat, I gave him an angry look. "Explain." He began to tell me all the details of his fight, and how Aizawa told them they couldn't go to Recovery Girl for help. "So, since you told me you could also heal, I was hoping you could help me out." His voice was soft, almost apologetic. It was very unlike him and had me worried. Yeah, he was a little nicer to me but it doesn't mean he has a complete 180 like now. "Yeah, I gotcha, Tsuki. Are there more injuries, or are the ones on your face and arms the only ones?" He silently lifted up his shirt to reveal even more bruises and scratches. "Some on my back, too." I signaled for him to remove his shirt and he complied. "You worry me."

  I began to sing a healing incantation as I put my hands over his arm. Once I finished, I flinched at the slight pain now on my arm. Katsuki seemed to notice and furrowed his eyebrows. "The hell was that about?" I rubbed my arm and shook my head. "Nothing, don't worry." He glanced at my arm and pulled my hand away.He kept a straight face. "I didn't know you took the injuries." I sighed. "It's fine, just let me do the rest." I started to move my hands towards his chest when he slapped it away. "No." He simply said, locking his eyes on mine. "Why not?" "I'm not letting you get hurt because of me again." I sighed. "Neither of them is your fault, y'know. So shut the hell up and let me help you." He shook his head. "No." He started to get up, but I pushed him back down. "Let me heal your other arm, at least." He muttered something under his breath. "Fine, but just my other arm!" I put my hands over his arm and start singing the same song. I felt Katsuki's eyes on me and began to stutter, messing up not only the song, but the effects. "Quit staring." "Your eyes are closed, how could you even tell?!" "I can feel your eyes on me, dumbass." He huffed and I started the song over.

 Once I was done, I looked up at him and his face was much closer than before. My face flushed and I turned my head away. He used his fingers to guide my face back toward his. He leaned in closer, and closer, and our lips met. It was short, too short, but sweet. "Thank you." He said. His face turned red and looked the other way, grabbing his shirt and putting it back on. "I-I...um...you're welcome?" I managed to stutter out as I saw him begin to walk out.

"See you tomorrow, shithead."