Could you write a medic!reader for the villains? Maybe someone who is constantly drilling on others to prioritize their own health, or at the very least get proper treatments instead of having a "walk it off mindset"? Love the writing, keep it up!!! <333
⋆˙⟡ MHA characters with a medic!reader who refuses to let them “walk it off” ⋆˙⟡
Featuring: Dabi ✧ Shigaraki ✧ Kurogiri ✧ Overhaul(Kai Chisaki) ✧ Twice ✧ Stain ✧ Mr. Compress ✧ Spinner
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Reader is a medic who takes care of the villains, always reminding them to prioritize their health instead of brushing off injuries. Expect nagging, caretaking, and some stubborn patients.
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Dabi
Dabi is the kind of patient that makes you want to rip your own hair out. He shows up with burns that look like they’ve been festering for weeks, staples half-pulled loose, and that infuriating smirk plastered across his face when you scold him.
“Relax, Doc,” he drawls, leaning back as if he isn’t bleeding onto your floor. “Half of me’s already crispy. What’s a little more?”
You glare at him, dabbing disinfectant onto his skin. “It’s not about what’s already damaged. It’s about not letting it get worse.”
He hisses when the antiseptic stings, but doesn’t pull away. “You nag worse than a mom.”
“Then start acting like a patient who cares whether he’s alive tomorrow.”
Dabi snorts but goes quiet, watching you work. He doesn’t admit it, but he trusts you more than he lets on. Every time you patch him up, his smirk softens just a little, and though he keeps calling you “Mom” or “Nurse Ratched” as a joke, he never once walks away without treatment.
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Shigaraki Tomura
Treating Tomura takes patience. He hates being touched, so you always ask before wrapping bandages or applying ointment. At first, he waved you off. “Tch, stop nagging. I’ll be fine.” But you noticed something—he actually listens.
The next day, the cut you told him to disinfect is properly cleaned. The burn you said needed wrapping is neatly covered, albeit clumsily. He won’t admit he followed your advice, but the proof is right there. Sometimes, when he’s gaming, you sit beside him with disinfectant in hand. He grumbles, “Don’t distract me” but he doesn’t move, letting you clean his arms while his eyes stay glued to the screen.
If anyone else makes fun of your “nagging,” Tomura’s head snaps up. “Shut up” he’ll say sharply, voice laced with venom. He might insult you himself, but no one else is allowed to.
For someone who acts like he doesn’t care, he sure relies on you more than he realizes.
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Kurogiri
Kurogiri is, without a doubt, the easiest one you treat. He sits calmly, his voice always polite as you check him over.
“Thank you,” he says when you finish. “Your diligence keeps the rest on their feet.”
He never argues, never complains, and even goes so far as to remind you to take care of yourself. “Consistency is important, even for healers,” he says gently when he notices you skipping meals or running on too little sleep.
Sometimes, after you’ve finished patching everyone else up, he brings you tea, setting it beside you without fanfare. He doesn’t need to say it outright—you can feel his quiet pride in the way he acknowledges your role in keeping the League alive.
Where others resist or make things difficult, Kurogiri makes you feel like your work is truly respected.
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Overhaul
Your first attempt at patching up Chisaki nearly ended in a lecture.
“I know how to handle this,” he snapped, his tone sharp. “Don’t presume—”
You cut him off, unimpressed. “Then maybe you should do it instead of walking around with half-healed wounds.”
For a man obsessed with cleanliness and procedure, he wasn’t great at following his own standards when it came to his body. He stared at you for a long moment, clearly offended… but eventually allowed you to continue. Over time, you realized he respected your thoroughness. You didn’t flinch at his quirks or his germophobia. You adapted, keeping your tools clean, your hands sanitized.
“You’re… competent,” he admitted once, as close to a compliment as you’d get.
You smirked. “Funny. I was going to say the same about you—if you’d stop ignoring infections.”
He went quiet after that, but you noticed he came to you sooner the next time he was injured.
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Twice
Twice is a whirlwind the moment he walks in.
“I’m DYING, doc, DYING!” he screams, clutching his arm dramatically. His other side immediately counters, “You’re not dying, it’s a scratch, quit wasting their time!”
You sigh, reaching for antiseptic. “Both of you, sit down. You’re not bleeding out on my floor.”
He shrieks when the disinfectant touches his skin, flailing like a child. “AHHHH it burns!”
“It’s supposed to,” you deadpan, pinning him still.
Despite all his theatrics, he beams at you afterward. “You’re the only one keeping me alive, y’know that? My hero!” He means it, too. His gratitude is loud, genuine, and contagious.
Whenever you’re upset or exhausted, he notices first. He might not be the calmest patient, but his energy is often what lifts your spirits when you need it most.
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Stain
Stain doesn’t see the point in treatment at first.
“Pain is necessary,” he growls, his tone harsh. “Sacrifice is proof of conviction.”
You refuse to back down. “Conviction won’t mean much if you bleed out in an alley. Sit down.”
He glares, but something in your voice makes him obey. You work in silence, patching him up despite his stiff posture. He doesn’t thank you, doesn’t even look at you. But he also doesn’t stop you. Over time, the silence shifts. He still doesn’t say much, but you catch him studying you with something almost like respect. Your relentless care, your refusal to compromise, reminds him of the ideals he values most.
He never admits it out loud, but in his eyes, you’re one of the few people truly worthy of being called a hero.
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Mr. Compress
Compress turns even medical treatment into a performance.
“Oh, my dear medic, how fortunate I am to have you!” he declares, clutching his side with theatrical flair. “Surely, only your skilled hands can save me from this dreadful fate!”
You roll your eyes, pulling out bandages. “It’s a scratch. Stop being dramatic.”
He grins beneath his mask, clearly enjoying himself. Sometimes you’re convinced he exaggerates just to keep your attention a little longer. Still, beneath the humor, there’s sincerity. When you work quietly, focused on patching him up, he watches you with something gentler in his eyes. He knows you see past his act—the man behind the mask, the one who isn’t always so composed.
And though he’ll always thank you with a flourish, the truth is, he trusts you more than his theatrics let on.
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Spinner
Spinner insists he’s fine—until you notice him wincing.
“Sit down,” you say firmly.
“I said I’m fine,” he mutters, but his voice lacks conviction.
You cross your arms. “And I said sit. You’re not hiding injuries from me.”
He looks embarrassed as you patch him up, his gaze fixed anywhere but your face. He isn’t used to being taken care of, and it shows. But he listens. He always listens. And over time, he starts coming to you before things get too bad, mumbling something about “just checking.”
He’s not great with words, but you notice how he lingers after treatment, awkwardly shifting like he wants to thank you. Instead, he offers to carry your supplies or cover your back in a fight. It’s his quiet way of saying he trusts you—maybe more than anyone else.
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