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

Chapter 44

I feel myself awaken and stretch out, squeezing my eyes as i do so and making a high pitched squeak noise from satisfaction. I notice i don't feel the boy anywhere so i peak open my eyes and he's sat on the edge of the bed, his muscular back facing me but his head turn so he can look at me.
I feel my cheeks get red as he smirks down at me. I curse myself for letting my eyes linger on his body and pull the covers over my head to hide my embarrassment.

I feel him straddle me and i squeal, trying my hardest to keep the covers over my head. He manages to rip the duvet out of my grip and pulls it down to reveal my face.
I slap my hands over my face instead and he lets out a laugh, using his strength to move them.

"You're so fucking stupid" he snorts and leans down, showering my face with kisses. I giggle slightly but stop all of a sudden.
"...What?" he asks skeptically.
"This shouldn't be happening" I shake my head and try to move but i can't.
"Y/N. Please stop saying that. I want you to be mine. I want to give you unending love and affection. Will you keep pushing me away?" He scans my face.
"It's whats best"

I find that i'm telling myself that more than i am telling him.

"You're fucking lying. Whats best is when we're happy. I'm happy with you, aren't you happy with me?" He frowns.
I meet his eyes but say nothing.
"Give us a week... if you still don't like it then it can be over... like you said in the letter" he says quietly.
I sigh through my nose and nod hesitantly "Okay..."

He leans down to kiss me again, letting his fingers intertwine with mine.
I love this feeling. The feeling that my heart will break out of my ribcage from this intense nervousness, the feeling of his lips against mine, his hand in mine. He sits up again and gets off the bed, walking over to his drawers. I peer in, noticing the exact same skill shirt at least 10 times.
I snicker to himself and he glares at me "what?"
"Nothing" I purse my lips "just the fact you only wear that one shirt"
He grunts and throws clothes out of his draw before coming across another black t-shirt except it didn't have the skull on it.
"Ta-da" he does jazz hands.
I try to suppress my laughter as i nod, looking at the shirt "very versatile"

"HEY! How would you feel growing up in a house of fashionista's? When i was a child they fucking styled me like a doll. I don't want to be that shit."
I shape my mouth into an 'O' before replying "it's the great rebellion"
He rolls his eyes playfully and looks away, picking up the copies of his skull t-shirt and shoving them back in the draw "perhaps"

He chucks one at me, hitting me in the face and i gasp in offence.
"Fucking asshole" i mutter.
"Says the former villain" he says half jokingly.

It quickly becomes awkward and i clear my throat. We both knew it was going to be like this from time to time. It's just how it's meant to happen. I need to show him i can be trusted and build everything back up again. I'm willing to make it happen.

"Sorry, uncalled for" he says quietly, shutting the draw.
"All good, bro" i smile as he chews the inside of his cheek.

"You forgot to put this one away" I mention, holding one in my hand.
"That ones for you to wear, dumbass. You've got no clothes" He shakes his deodorant can before spraying it.

I cough from the suffocating smell and he laughs.
"Why do you even use deodorant? You're blessed with sweat that doesn't smell" I ask, wafting the air with my hand to push away the spray.
He just shrugs "Just do" and slips his arms through the sleeves before bringing it over his head.
My eyes trail down to his abs noticing growing scars from Toga's knife on his abdomen. I travel down further going as far as his v-line before i look away to stare at the signature Bakugo shirt in my hands instead of him.

In the corner of my eye, i see him take off his pyjama pants but i keep my eyes trained on the shirt. He quickly puts on some black joggers before looking over at me.
"You good?" He sits down next to me "Oh- uhh, right you don't have to change in front of me"
He walks over to the corner of his room and faces the wall.
"Just tell me when you're done, alright?"
"Okay" i glance over to him. He keeps his focus on the walls which makes me smile slightly.

I kick the covers off of me and take off the nightshirt i had borrowed before pulling the large T-shirt over my body.
"Bakugo I don't have any pants" i laugh quietly.
"Oh, fuck-" he slaps a hand over his eyes as he turns around, out stretching his free hand towards his dresser.
I keep laughing and get up, the shirt falling just over my ass, and walk over to him. I remove his hand from covering his eyes "it's okay, Kat"

His crimson orbs float down, a hue of red on his face as he admires me in his own shirt.
"You should wear my stuff more often" he squeaks out before fishing around for some pants that would be able to fit me. He grumbles as he does so but eventually finds some drawstring black joggers which he suggested i could roll the legs up until they fit.

"Kat... can you come to the hospital with me?" I ask quietly.
"Yeah, of course" he gives me a reassuring look as he hands me the clothing. I pull on the pants, pulling the string tight to fit my waist and then rolling up the legs to my ankles.

The corners of his mouth turn up into a smile as he looks at me "we're matching"
I turn towards his full body mirror and look at myself. Sure, i look a bit ridiculous but he likes it so i like it.
He stands behind me, arms sneaking around my waist and i tense up. Hugs still make me icky.
My tension leaves, though, when he kisses me on the cheek.

"I love you"
I stay silent, still feeling awful about the whole thing. How can he say that after what i did?
"Hey." his eyebrows furrow.
I spin around to face him "I love you too, you Stockholm syndrome bitch" I smirk and smack his arms off of me.