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FOR A MOMENT, BAKUGO FELT like the world had stopped, like he was frozen, heat rising in his cheeks as though he was about to cry because damn it, Y/N couldn't die-
But her eyes fluttered open, and she gave Bakugo a tired scowl.
"The fuck are you doing here?"
He almost laughed, because those words, if anything, finally convinced that she could be okay.
"I ... don't know," he answered her truthfully. "I'm sorry."
They both knew the apology was for a lot more than its surface meaning.
Y/N nodded slowly, looking to the side. "I'm sorry too. But I think I- I need to be angry right now."
Bakugo studied her again, taking in her red-tinged e/c eyes and her hands folded in her lap. Fingers intertwined, twisting, twisting, twisting nervously, and he realised how scared she was.
"Okay," he sat down on the bed, though he still towered above her from where she was lying.
Y/N took the moment to wave tiredly at Kaminari and Kirishima, who waved back with sad smiles. Everyone was acting like she was already dead - yes, being angry would help.
