C R I M I N A L | K. Bakugo x Reader

Chapter 13

I wake up in Recovery Girls room, Midoriya in the opposite corner.

"The fuck?" i mumble and sit up.

"Hey! Language. And lay back down" Recovery girl comes around the corner, scolding me.

"Japanese. What even happened?" I sigh as i lay back down, my head beginning to pound.
"One of the rocks from the mountain area broke off and landed on your head" she says casually.

a WHAT? and i'm ALIVE?!

I scoff "sounds about right"
"I'm just going to do one more kiss and then you can head back to lesson or home"
"A- kiss?"
Suddenly her lips stretch out towards my forehead and i fold into myself, grossed out but sure enough, the throbbing from my head stopped instantly.

"You can get going now" She says calmly and i push myself up.
"Thank you, Recovery Girl"
She smiles and i wave, leaving the nurses office and go to check the changing room to get my things. Turns out they're not there so i decide to walk towards the classroom.
Someone must have my stuff with them...

I creak open the door to see everyone sat silently at their desks. Man, they're all traumatised now, thanks Shigs.
"Uhm does anyone have my bag and uniform and stuff?" i ask quietly.
"Mina's got it" Denki points to Mina who's head is rested on her desk.

I make my way over, passing the angry chihuahua who never gives me a break from sending daggers into my back with his eyes.
"Hey, Mina" i poke her, not really sure how to be nice when waking someone up.
Her eyes peep up at me "oh, oh yeah" she moves sluggishly and reaches under her desk, handing everything to me.
"Thank you... uhm why's everyone here and where's Aizawa?"

"Aizawa might die" Denki mumbles.
"Don't be so dramatic, Denki" Kirishima hisses.

I furrow my brows "what? is he in hospital??"
"FUCKING CHILL OUT" everyone turns to Bakugo "He's gonna be fine."

He sounds like he's reassuring himself more than anything.

"We're all here because the teachers said they'd keep us updated about Aizawa" Momo sighs.
"Oh..." i say solemnly, sitting down at my own desk.
"Don't fucking act like that" Bakugo growls.
"Like what?" I throw my hands up at Bakugo's ridiculous words.
"Like he's gonna die"
"I'm not? I'm just worried about him, that's all. What a fucking concept." i laugh sarcastically.
"Yeah, shut the fuck up. As if you worry about anyone. You lie through those lips of yours" The hand he has rested on his table balls into a tight fist.

I pause and look at him "what the fuck do you mean?"
"Doesn't matter."
"No, i'd like to hear you, Bakugo"
"I SAID IT DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER" he slams both fists on his desk, standing up and leaning over me.

"Can you guys stop fighting? Read the room" Jirou sighs tiredly, not even looking up at us.

Bakugo retakes his seat and i get out of mine, taking my uniform with me to the changing rooms.

When i come back, Principal Nezu is at he front of the classroom, saying Aizawa is okay and that he's being healed up. I let out a breath i've been holding in.

*****

I sit on the floor underneath the bridge that i visit regularly, flicking my lighter on and off and watching the flame intently. I'm still wondering why i couldn't burn them. Did that person make me hesitate? Usually i wouldn't care.

I didn't really want to be anywhere right now, just alone with my own thoughts.

A gust of wind flows through the tunnel under the bridge, making a whistle noise as it passes through. A small square comes rattling across the ground.
Is that the photo from when i robbed that woman?
It stops moving directly in front of me, wrong side up. Curiosity gets the best of me and i pick it up, flipping it over to scan the family.
Much to my dismay, there's a young looking boy with spiky blonde hair and red eyes. He's stood in between a woman who he could literally be a clone of and a man with brown hair which i assume to be his parents. Beside his father is the woman, the same colour brown hair i remember seeing that night.

I hum and gaze at the photo. There were many others surrounding them like grandparents and such but my main focus was the boy. What a coincidence i happened to rob the aunt of the boy im about to kidnap.

I feel like burning something right now so i relight my lighter, holding the corner of the photo against the flames and watch as it catches.
It's satisfying watch as the fire spreads across the capture and melts everyone's faces before curling up, shrivelling into ash.
"Uhh" a voice echos slightly in the tunnel.
I glance up.
"Why the fuck are you here?" he hisses.
"Could ask the same about you" i shrug, his crimson eyes slicing through me.
"The fuck?! You're never here!"
"I'm always here, just late at night usually" I monotonously say. He pulls a face and then throws himself down on the ground a few meters from me.

"I want to fight you." he says sternly while reaching around in his pockets.
"We could but... Good luck" i smirk and exhale through my nose in entertainment.
He gives me the side eye before rolling up some weed. I keep my eyes on him as he does so. I never knew he smoked.

I grimace as he places the zoot in his mouth, feeling around again in his pockets.
"Fuck, my lighter. I forgot it. Give me yours" He glares at me.
"I'm not feeding your disgusting habits" i mutter, putting my lighter away and standing up.
He just snickers, getting pissed off. He lets the joint hang out of his mouth and holds his hand out towards me.
I roll my eyes "smoking a gross. How are you gonna be a hero like that?"
"It's just weed calm the fuck down and give me the fucking lighter"

I grit my teeth as i take it out of my pocket and throw it in his direction. He catches it one handedly and lights the end of the blunt before chucking it back at me full force. He was obviously trying to make me fail to catch it but my reflexes are too good.
He just turns away and inhales the drug.
I scoff and turn to walk away.
"OI." he shouts and i look back at him. He exhales, smoke releasing from his lungs as his eyes scan me "try it."
"Never" I shove my hands in my pockets and walk away, not looking back at him.
"Suit yourself"

Even if it isn't nicotine that shit fucks you up. Seeing the effects of smoking on my dad has made me want to avoid that shit forever.