Izukus POV

As I look at his wounds I frown slightly. I knew I had to get the bullet out of his side before I got the one out of his leg since it was more likely to hurt him. I grab the medical gloves, tweezers and a cloth. I place the gloves on then realize, I cant get it out it's out sterilizing the wound. I sighed and grabbed the scissors and rubbed alcohol from the kit. This is going to be fun to explain when he wakes up.

As I cut the shirt around the wound I can see his skin. Some parts were Burt and purple while other parts were smooth and clean, if I had to admit it I would say I'm quite jealous of him. While he has scars they suit him, my scars are ugly and they don't suit me at all.

As I look at the wound I must admit it was clean, there were little bits of cloth from his shirt and tiny bits of shrapnel from the bullet but they were easy to take care of, overall this wound will heal amazingly when it is dealt with. I grab my tweezers and I start to remove all the cloth and shrapnel from the wound. I then soak the cloth in rubbing alcohol, it may hurt like a bitch but at least it will make sure there is no infection. I gently dab it on the wound and dabi stirs, he shakes his head and looks around. I quickly remove my hands from the wound not wanting to seem like a threat. He looks at me for a second dazed then he realizes who I am... great, this should be fun.

Dabis POV

I was peaceful for what seemed like ten seconds and then I felt pain. It was that shit stinging sensation when rubbing alcohol or hand sanitizer enters a cut, not fun! As I open my eyes I instantly realize it is too bright for this to be LOV hideout. Not even the blood suckers room is this bright. I try to sit up but my wounds send a sensation of pain forcing me to compromise with half sitting up. I look around to what seems to be an apartment? Who in Nezu's name would bring me to their home?

I look around with my line of sight going from ceiling to floor when I spot a green fluffy ball-like object that catches my eye. I looked down only to realize it was a person, they had a scared expression on their face but their body stood on Gard like it was ready to defend. This person knows how to fight, I noted, they were holding a cloth and tweezers in their hands. I look closer at the face and then it hit me like a Fucking stem train on Red Bull, THATS IZUKU MIDORYA! My eyes widen and he sees my reaction and backs away. He slowly puts the medical gear down and puts his hands where i could see them... why is he not attacking? And more importantly why does it look like he was trying to heal me?

"Umm, dabi. I need to look at your wounds, I only had just started looking at it when you became conscious so I haven't gotten a chance to properly sterilize them or get the bullets out, on either of them." I look at him in utter shock. Why is he trying to help me? It must be some trick they teach the kids at UA now, smart.

"Look deku-" He flinched slightly when i called him that, interesting... "I'm not falling for your tricks! I am perfectly fine, and if you don't let me go, so help me, I will burn this whole building down right now!" He looks shocked for a brief second before his face turns to a cold and distant look. He stiffens up and his voice is steady.

"I would like to see you try to walk out of here. You have been shot in the shin, shaping the bone so you can't walk. Also the wound on your chest will kill you before you can get to LOV. I could have turned you in the moment I found you and then you would have gotten no medical treatment and would be on the death sentence so your welcome douchebag!" I frown at that, I'm not a douchebag! "Also this isn't some trick, I'm a hero not Endeavor. I want to help people not fight them to the death." I look him dead in the eyes and he holds my stare for a few seconds.he was right. My leg is killing me and if he wanted to turn me in I think he would have already. I will have to take a chance on him, but I have to stay vigilant.

"Fine, but only because I don't want HandJob teasing me because I got hurt while on an easy mission. You can do your thing but under no surcentance am I letting you disable my quirk, got it?" He nods quietly and then kneels back down next to me.

"Do you want some painkillers? This is going to hurt a lot so it will help." He lifts up a pack of Panadol pills and I nod. He pops three and hands them to me. I quickly swallow them and once he can see that they are done his focus goes back to my wound. He grabs the cloth and starts to lightly dab at the wound. He uses his right hand to dab it while his left is holding a flashlight. I have to admit he is pretty god, for a hero. After five quiet minutes he sighs and grabs the tweezers. I look at him, wonder if I could help... wait what am I thinking?! I'm a villain for Nezu sake! I'm meant to be mean and rude, not helpful, Especially to heroes! Ugh this fuck it, he is fixing me.

"Hey, Nerd do you need any help? Looks like you have got your hands full and I don't want you stuffing up my body!" He looks at me with a great full smile and i have to fight back the urge to smile back, what the actual fuck is wrong with me?

"Umm yes thank you! Could you please hold the torch so I can attempt to get the bullet. Luckily it didn't go all the way through, otherwise it would have hit your large intestine and you would be bleeding out on my moms couch/lounge, she would actually kill me. I just need you to hold the torch and stay very still while I grab it otherwise I may just be you. Can you do that please, I guess it is you cant and-"yes i can do it, now just get this damn bullet out of me." Dear Nezu, does he ever not mumble on? Hehe, though I have to admit it was kind of cute... wait, ugh again! What is wrong with me today? Ugh, never mind. The quicker he can fix me the better. He nods quietly and he passes me the torch. I try to keep as steady of a hand as possible and soon enough it is done.

He looked down with a big grin on his face as he stared at the bullet. He then recleaned my gut wound and used needle and thread and stitched it back up. I must admit he did a great job. I wonder if he is special or if all hero's are taught these skills?

"Hey hero, I got question," he looked up in acknowledgment. "Do all hero's now learn med skills like this or what because you are not bad." He has a faint blush come on his face and turns away. He is probably flustered from the compliment, but he's a hero, they are constantly getting praised. So why is he acting like it is such a big deal?

"Umm no, just me. My quirks hurt me a lot because they are so powerful. I have to be able to heal myself because I can't always rely on others. Plus it is good to know medic practice in times where you need to help a victim or if someone is hurt in a fight then I can help them! Also, could you please call me Midoriya? I'm fine if you think of an insult type of name but just stay off nerd and deku please?" He looks at me with sad eyes... how can I say no, i swear I'm going fucking soft.

"Sure Midoriya, are you done yet? My leg is killing me!" He nodded and clapped his hands together. He looked happy, but I couldn't help but look at the scars on his hands, strange. I wonder why the names nerd and deku affect him so much? Also looking at his hands he has a lot of scars, what are they from? He starts the job on my leg but then stops.

"What's the hold up Midoriya?" He looks a bit embarrassed. He chuckled a nervous laugh.

"I forgot to take my hero gear off, or call the cops oh these criminals. Can I change and then I will call the police here where you can see?" I simply grunt in response. He seems like an okay hero, maybe he isn't as bad as Endeavor and the other heroes, I'm going to trust him... I'll probably regret it later but oh well, that's future me's problem! He flashes me a quick smile then leaves. Nezu that smile is so bright! I might need sunglasses for it!

Midoriya comes out a minute later in a singlet and shorts. His arm is littered with scars but there is a massive burn type scar on his shoulder that looks almost like a hand. He has another smaller one on his throat and one on his wrist. They look old and faded so they look like they are a little over a year old. Except the shoulder one, that has so many layers to it. What has happened to this kid? He smile at me and tosses me a T-shirt.

"Can you tare it up please, I need something to soak the blood in and it seemed as good as any. I'm going to start on the leg, okay?" I just nod because I'm already focused on the shirt. It is an All Might shirt. It looks like it could still fit him, so why is a hero fanboy so cool with ripping up a hero shirt? It looks new as well, why wouldn't he give me an old shirt instead of one of these ones that fit? Maybe I'm looking too much into this but maybe there is something going on, only Midoriya knows. Hmm, not for long!