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

Chapter 24

I've never really had much spicy food before because of the whole living situation but thank God i've come over because i've found my love for it.

I sigh in satisfaction as i finish the meal "Thank you so much, Mitsuki"
"Anytime, Y/N"

Bakugo glares at me from across the table, the entire dinner he was waiting for me to be shocked by the spice but luckily for me, I enjoyed it.
I stretch my arms and legs out, feeling full and very achieved. I accidentally kick Bakugo in the leg and he instantly gets fired up "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING, NERD?"
"I think the real nerd here is you, All Might fanboy" I smile slyly at him.
His mum lets out a laugh as she collects our plates.
Bakugo sinks into his chair, not being able to find a good back argument but a low inaudible mutter escapes his mouth.

"I should probably get going soon but thank you for having me"
"Oh, sweetheart, come over any time you wish, whenever you want. You're a pleasure"
"No." Bakugo grumbles under his breath.
"You know what? I think i will come over, just to annoy rat face" i grin.
"RAT FACE?!"
"Rat face" i nod. Bakugo just shakes his head, keeping his composure with his arms crossed firmly.

I stand up from my seat and tuck my chair under the table "Thanks again"
"Of course, Y/N"

I wave at Mitsuki and leave the room and Bakugo waddles behind. Putting my shoes on swiftly, I feel his eyes on me but ignore him.
As i open the door, i realise how dark it's gotten but i enjoy the dark so it calms me. I inhale the air and begin walking. I'm really good at directions so i'm sure i can find my way out of this street.

I hear footsteps behind me and turn around to see a stroppy looking Bakugo, hands in pockets and slumped shoulders "Why are you following me?"
"I wasn't. Mum told to to make sure you got home" He speaks through his teeth.
"Ohhh, well, i'll be fine" i shrug and continue walking but the sound of his shoes against the pavement don't stop.

If he keeps following me he's going to find out i live in a caravan. As if crying in front of him wasn't bad enough. He'll find out i'm the broken poor girl without a dad and who lives in a fucking caravan. What a story.

I stop in my tracks "i'll be fine."
I don't bother to look back at him this time.
"My mum will kill me if i don't"
"Your problem" i mutter and start walking again. And, again, he doesn't stop.

I swing around "Can you stop fucking following me? I don't want you to follow me!"
His eyebrows furrow as he watches me grow angry
"I can do it by myself."
"Why are you so pissed?" He questions, walking further towards me.
"Because you're being fucking persistent. I already said i'll be fine, so i'll be fine"
"Bro? What the fuck happened, you were fine a second ago?!" he stops his steps towards me.
".. 'kay?" I tilt my head, my eyes squinted "I just don't want you following me"
"Fine. Then i won't." he matches my energy.

I storm off, taking long strides down the road, i eventually find the main road, following it down towards the bridge. I check behind me multiple times but it appears he stopped following me.

I let out a loud sigh but keep moving quickly towards my house. If quirk use was allowed I would've been home ages ago without the worry of him following me.

As i approach the caravan park, i slow down and take heavy breaths.

Why am i even embarrassed about it? Why am i worried about what he'll think of me? I shouldn't care. I shouldn't give a fuck but here i am. Speed walking home just in case he's following me, just in case he'll see the place i've lived in my whole life.

Why am i ashamed anyway? Am i inferior for not having as much money? For not being wealthy? Society has created a stupid world where if your family isn't living in at least a 3 bedroom, two story house you're less important. Or at least, looked down upon.
I shouldn't feel embarrassed but i do. Though i want to blame society, i have the exact same viewpoint as everyone around me.

I scuff my shoes against the ground as I walk on the grassy terrain. I walk past multiple caravans before reaching my own, fumbling around with my keys for the door.
As i step inside my mum comes up to me, a frustrated look on her face.

"And where have you been?" she hits me with a towel.
"Doing a school project at my classmates house wha-"
"Message me when you're going to be out. I was worried about you" she hisses. I raise my brows and lean away from the towel she's threatening me with.
"Since when do you care?" i chuckle under my breath, taken aback by her sudden caring nature.
She shakes her head "i always have, don't be silly"
I hum and take off my shoes "thanks for caring after 18 years, i guess". I scoff slightly and walk along the small home towards my room.

It's the stupid weekend now. Which means i'm going to be spending my time at home. I dread the weekends more than the weekdays because i don't really have anything to distract myself with. Whatever, i'll find something to do. Maybe there'll be a meeting or something i don't know...