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

Chapter 47

I watched as our hands made contact, fingers intertwining. My hand fit in his perfectly as most as if our hands were milder together at creation like puzzle pieces. We allow our fingers to dance together, creating new variations of how we could connect.

My focus leaves our hands when i notice he's looking at me, a conflicted look in his eyes, it was like an alkali metal trying to exist within water. We lock gazes.
"What are you thinking?" i ask quietly, not wanting to disturbed the peaceful ambience we had created.
"That you're pretty" He smiles. I narrow my eyes.
"What are you really thinking?"

He detangles our hands and rolls to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
"Why don't you want me to forgive you..?"
I groan "Isn't it obvious? Or do you genuinely have Stockholm syndrome? Do i have to spell it out?"
He lets out a frustrated sigh "I just don't fucking get it. People usually beg for forgiveness and yet anytime i offer you mine you turn it away."
"Well, if you haven't noticed Bakugo I fucking manipulated your stupid ass and fucking kidnapped you. Then i stood around as Toga gave you those fucking scars. I didn't do anything and even so, you still don't seem to hold anything against me." I laugh in bewilderment.

He huffs out through his nose before pushing himself off of my bed and pacing. I follow him with my eyes as he takes each step.
He eventually stops and looks over at me, the feeling of troubled written across his features. "Do you really think you're that unworthy?"
I scoff "Yes! Yes i do, Bakugo"
"Well i don't. And so what if it is some sort of Stockholm syndrome or whatever you want to fucking call it? I'm in love with you"
"If it actually is that, then i'm taking advantage of you and we should not be together right now." I say sharply.

It suddenly goes quiet. The air that was calming and wonderful only a minute ago had turned tense and cold.

I sit up and rub my hands over my face, tired of this conversation we repeat almost daily.

"You're not taking advantage of me."
"How do you know i'm not manipulating you right now?" I cross my arms over my chest as I make eye contact.
He doesn't say a word.
"Exactly" I shake my head.
"You're not like that anymore, though"
"Could've been lying" I shrug.
"But i just know..."
"How? Because i said so? Because it's a reality you made up in your head?" I throw my hands around in annoyance at his stupidity.
"Because i have a gut feeling"
A laugh escapes my lips.
"And besides, you wouldn't be speaking to me like this right now otherwise. And you'd want my forgiveness"

I lie back down and exhale, looking away from him "would you be willing to bet your life on it?"
I feel the bed dip as he climbs back on, his hand finding my face "Yes. And everyone's around me." His scarlet eyes fixed onto mine as his thumb caressed my cheek.
"You're crazy" I mumble, my heart fluttering at his intensity. Though i want to turn away from him, i can't. Everything about him draws me in and i can't deny it. I'm just worried he feels the same way about me but because of a different reason.
Deep down, i don't think so, but it's still a possibility and i don't want to be the reason he suffers anymore.

"I love you, dumbass" A delicate smile overtakes the worry on his face.
"I love you too... fucking mad man" I can't hold back my own smile.

And that's how it goes. Pretty much daily.
I don't know how long it can go on until one of us loses it.

He leans down over me, hands either sides of my head as he places a kiss on my longing lips. I reciprocate it, my arms pulling him down as i wrap them around his neck.
He deepens the kiss and i melt into him. I feel as though i'm in heaven.
He begins to kiss along my jaw before trailing down my neck.
"w-wait" I squeeze out.
"hm?" he comes back up so he's above me and searches my eyes.
"Not yet"
"That's okay" he smiles as he brushes my hair back with his hand so he can kiss my forehead.

I furrow my brows in confusion. Just like that? With Touya i used to have to beg him to stop.

"You.. don't care?" I chew the inside of my cheek.
He looks to his right for a second, confused about my confusion, before locking eyes again "Not at all.. why?"
I shake my head "Doesn't matter". I push myself up to meet his lips again and roll us over, mouths still connected.

When we do pull away, a red blush had made itself obvious on the boy.
"You are such a bottom" I snort and sit up.
"No- No i'm a switch" He scowls.
"Mmmhm"

Suddenly the front door closes shut and i climb off of the blonde, knowing my brother was home.
I swing open my bedroom door and hop down the stairs, soon spotting my idiot sibling.

"ELIJAHHHH" I grin.
"Ewww" he jokes and i hug him. He winces slightly but pats my back "You didn't fuck up my room did you?"
"No, i'm pretty sure you'll like it" I smile.

I glance up the stairs to where Bakugo is standing awkwardly.
"Introduce yourself, bitch" I wave him down and he edges down the steps towards my mum who's giving me *that* look. You know the fake protective one where they pretend they're strict to scare your boyfriend/girlfriend but really they're just super excited.

"I'm Bakugo Katsuki, Y/N's classmate and.." He looks over to me, his hand held out awkwardly towards my mum as she listens closely.
"And he's my boyfriend" I finish the sentence for him. He looks back over to my mum with a nervous expression.
My mum acts out a raised eyebrow and shakes his hand as if she's skeptical.
"Nice to meet you, Katsuki. I recognise your surname"
"You might know my surname because of my parents. My mum - Mitsuki- is a model at my dads - Masaru's - fashion company"
"Ohhh Mitsuki! I went to middle school with her. Yeah, i saw she made it big."
"Woah, really? Was she as much of a bitch as she is now" He laughs.
"Let's say she was a bit intense" My mum waves her hand around, joining in on the laughter.