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

Chapter 40

I nest in the duvet, unable to sleep. It was late now but i didn't know the time. I couldn't be bothered to check my phone nor was there a clock in the spare room of Bakugo's house.

My mind is racing, all the possible things that are happening right now running through my mind. It's more the fact that i don't have a clue what's going on than the fact it's happening.

I pull my knees into my chest and shut my eyes, trying to get some rest.

As i begin to finally drift off to sleep, i'm startled by a loud yell. I snap my eyes open due to being hyper vigilant at the moment. His shouts don't stop and I slide out of the bed quickly, tripping over the sheets as i do.

I find my way down the pitch black hall and throw open Bakugo's bedroom door. He seems to be having a nightmare.

I shut the door behind me and run over to him, shaking him gently.
He gasps and sits up, covered in a hot sweat with his eyes wide.
"Hey, hey, it's just a dream" I find myself pulling him into my chest, soothing him gently as my hands find his hair. He pants heavily into me, still recovering.
He lets out a relieved sigh and i hold him tighter, rocking us back and forth gently.

I didn't realise he had been crying until he pulled away from me. I cupped his face in my hands and used my thumbs to wipe away the running water.
"Why did you do this?" He asks quietly and sniffles.
My heart drops when i realise the nightmare was about the League and his kidnapping.
"Why did you do this to me?" his voice cracks and i pull him back in.

"I'm so sorry" i whisper, comforting him the best i could "I'm so sorry for everything I put you through"
His tense shoulders relaxed at this and he wiped away his own tears with the back of his hand.

"Look at us both... we're a mess, aren't we?" I try to lighten the mood a bit. The corners of his lips tug ever so slightly "just a bit fucked up, i guess"

I release him from my hold and he meets my eyes. His rubies seem conflicted between anger and relief of my presence. I look away, still feeling guilty. Why would he even think to forgive me so soon? I wouldn't dare to if i was in his shoes.

"Go back to sleep, okay?" I give him a sympathising look and he nods slowly. He's so vulnerable right now and it's my fault. The fear and pain he's feeling right now is my fault.

I wiggle along his bed and i'm about to leave when his hand finds my wrist.
"Don't leave me..." his eyes were barely open, he's clearly exhausted.
I exhale through my nose as i look at him, his fragile state making my heart tear in two.
"Okay.." i slide back along the bed, sliding my legs under his orange duvet and lying pin straight, feeling kind of awkward sharing a bed with him.

He rolls his head to face my side and catches my attention. I copy him and stare at his features which were dimly lit by the moonlights rays.
I can't help myself but move closer to him, rolling over onto my stomach and propping myself up with my elbows as i look down at him.
A familiar soft smile finds its way onto my lips and i lift my index finger up, using the back of it to stroke his cheek gently. His nose turns pink and his eyes flutter shut. Once i'd sent him off to sleep, I scooch over to my side and shut my eyes, finally sleep easily taking me under.

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I groan quietly as i wake. I feel bare skin under me...
I peep my eyes open and notice i was cuddling the chihuahua. My head was rested on his bare chest and our legs intertwined like an intricate pattern. One of his arms was hugging tightly around my waist while the other was placed behind his head. My heart speeds up, beating quickly as heat rushes to my face.

He starts to stir and suddenly one eye opens, glaring down at me. I squeak and wriggle out from him and sit up, looking downwards towards his face.
"Sorry- I- I woke up like that i'm sorry-"

A blush swarms his cheeks but he shakes it off "okay?"
I chew my lip awkwardly "I should-"
"Yep" he sighs and rolls onto his side but faces away from me.

"Gotcha" I do the typical finger guns and exit the sheets. I approach the door, still red hot.

"You know how much i hate you right?"
"You keep bringing that up, so yes" I turn 180 to see him lying on his back again, both arms up with his hands in his head.
He eyes me up and down realising i'm only in an old oversized T-Shirt of his that he's grown out of and my panties.
He clears his throat and rips his gaze away "Just checking"

I scoff and leave the room, feeling embarrassed about the whole thing. I mean my home did get burned up, i don't have anything from there so i'm going to have to borrow clothes for a while.

When the door shuts behind me i let out a squeal, my heart thumping like no tomorrow.