An Unexpected Display of Mercy

As Hawks watched Bakugo carry me to the infirmary, he furrowed his brow in confusion. "Hey, didn't he just beat her? Why is he carrying her to the infirmary?" he said, sounding a little puzzled and jealous. His eyes narrowed as he observed Bakugo's actions, trying to understand what was going through his mind. Meanwhile, in the infirmary, Bakugo gently laid me down on a bed, his expression still a mixture of surprise and concern. The medical staff rushed to my side, beginning to examine my injuries. I tried to speak, but my voice was hoarse from the blood in my throat. Bakugo's eyes lingered on me for a moment before he turned to leave. "I'll go get some water," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. As he walked out of the infirmary, he was met with Hawks' questioning gaze. "What's going on, Bakugo?" Hawks asked, his tone a little sharp. "You beat her pretty badly, but you carried her to the infirmary. What's with that?" Bakugo shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I just didn't want her to have to walk, okay? She's not exactly in top condition right now." Hawks raised an eyebrow. "That's not what it looked like to me. You looked...concerned." Bakugo's expression twisted in annoyance. "Shut up, Hawks. You don't know anything." But Hawks just chuckled. "Oh, I think I do. I think you're not as heartless as you seem, Bakugo." Bakugo's face darkened, but he said nothing, instead turning and walking away. In the infirmary, I was being treated for my injuries, my mind still reeling from the match. I couldn't help but wonder what had possessed Bakugo to carry me to the infirmary. Was it just a moment of weakness, or was there something more to it? As I lay there, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something had changed between Bakugo and me. But what, exactly, I couldn't quite put my finger on.