Star Dust || Bakugo Katsuki Fanfiction

Chapter 25

We walk home together just as we always do in comfortable silence. The conversation from the changing rooms repeats in my head over and over.

"You're quiet..." he says hinting suspicion "What are you think about?"

"N-Nothing!" Scarlet cheeks give away my lie.

"Sure." His tone is of disbelief as he pushes further for the truth.

"It's just something our classmates said to me before we left." I manage a whisper, embarrassed just remembering it.

"Well? What was it?" His patience clearly runs thin.

"It's um... well..." Every sentence I start never seems to make it past the first few syllables.

Hmph. I scrunch my fists around the straps of my bag turning the tops of my knuckles white.

"Heh, it's really nothing. Just their guesses at what you have planned."

A brief moment of silence holds our conversation. When he speaks again it's strained.

"I-I'm sorry if yesterday... if yesterday I crossed a line and made you uncomfortable." he says through clenched teeth

I stop walking and look up at him.

Does...does he regret it?

My heart squeezes itself as the emotional pain settles in. He watches me, waiting for a reply.

"I didn't mind." My voice hardly makes it over a whisper, not trusting it won't betray me and show my hurt.

I wonder if he thought having his hands on me was frightening because of the first time he had touched me; the scar still etched into my shoulder.

I reach for his wrist and step closer to him. I place his hand where he had yesterday in between my collar bones.

"I trust you." I say whole-heartedly looking into his crimson eyes longingly.

His face softens and a slight smile sneaks onto his lips. He moves his hand up my neck slipping under my hair to cup the side of my face. I lean into it and I feel my cheeks squish against his palm.

He clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes and tries to put on his usual angry mask.

"Come on," He drops his hand but offers it for me to take.

We continue the rest of the walk home holding hands.

"Do I get to know what we're doing yet?" I ask cheerfully.

"It's nothing special so don't get all excited about it!" He huffs. "We're having dinner with my parents."

We stop at his front gate which he opens for me.

His...parents?

I freeze in place; my body unwilling to move.

"YOU CAN'T JUST SPRING SHIT LIKE THAT ON ME! AM I GOING TO MEET THEM NOW? W-WHAT?" the words rush out of my mouth in a strained tone that shows my anxiety as I slam my fists into his chest.

"Chill," he rolls his eyes at me, putting his hand on the top of my head. "We have a few hours to ourselves before they get home. Oh, and just a word of warning... don't listen to a damn thing that old hag says."

I look at him questioningly, but he doesn't say anything else as he gently pushes me through the gate and front door.

We place our bags down in the corner of the foyer and I follow Katsuki to the lounge room. He asks if I'm hungry; I politely decline.