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Here's To The Good Ones - Guilt

A rapping at the door woke Bakugou from his sleep when he rolled over in bed, finding the fluorescent light of his clock reading somewhere past midnight. He grumbled under his breath while the knocking continued, a deep and threatening growl escaping his throat in frustration before he pulled himself out of the comfort of his bed.

He was tired, exhausted. The week had him pull all the stops while he was on patrol and all he wanted was a decent night to himself.

The knocking persisted. Angry for his interrupted sleep, he dragged himself towards the front door of his apartment, his loose black slacks brushing against the wooden floorboards of his studio apartment. The more knocks he heard, the more frustrated he became, quickly swinging the front door open with a snarl.

"Dunce Face, how many times do I have to say no to your dumbass-"

His scowl, though heavy-lidded, did not find the blond in question by his door. Instead, you stood there, your head low, refusing to look him in the eye. You tugged at your arm, holding yourself from spilling from all the emotions swirling inside. It took all your strength not to.

"What are you doing here?" asked Bakugou, still standing by the doorway.

"I can't sleep," you simply replied, still keeping your eyes away from his.

Bakugou watched your hands clutch at your sides, your body trembling under the pressure of all emotion welling inside. He noticed the tear-stained cheeks, the frown pulling on your lips, all the way down to your feet, floating ever so slightly off the ground, barely grazing your toes. He growled under his breath with an agitated tone, immediately grabbing your shoulders and pulling you inside his apartment.

"You dumbass," he snarled, his large warm hands almost grounding you. "You could've flown away."

You were silent, but Bakugou spotted something in your eye agreeing to his statement, and it worried him.

"How long have you been crying?" he asked again.

Your reddened eyes weren't hard to ignore before you slowly turned your gaze up at him. There was an annoyance in his scowl, but with the hour of the night you decided to trek to his place, you assumed it was more so waking him than anything.

"A while," you answered. "It doesn't matter."

"It does to me Twinkle Toes," retorted Bakugou, releasing you slowly, only to hold you again when your body refused to stay on the ground. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing my ass. I'm not stupid and you know that."

"I didn't say it, you did."

"What was that? Did you literally just come all this way to insult me?"

"No, but you're making it out to be that."

"Stop twisting my words! It's so damn late to be doing this!" he growled, his hands grabbing you tightly on your shoulders and almost shaking you in his anger. The violent clutch of his fingers took you out of your daze, forcing your tear-stained cheeks and swollen eyes to gaze into Bakugou's red scowl.

"What happened?" He yelled with a frustrated tone.

Silence.

"I don't deserve you," you softly answered, earning a confused and yet enraged glare from a tired Bakugou.

"What?"

"I don't deserve your time or your moments. All I'll do is squander it. I'll be the kind of person who'll push you into the back of my mind and not think a second thought about you. I'll be self-absorbed. I'm a selfish person."

Your tears returned while you began to confess, holding your head low in hopes that Bakugou wouldn't see how pitiful you felt. His hands still held onto your shoulders, disbelieving the words you were saying. It was as if you had them orchestrated in your mind already, trying to believe the words yourself.

"You're lying," he stated, his scowl deepening at the ridiculous display.

"I'm not," you responded in kind. "I'm a horrible person. I made no time, and now they're gone."

The statement brought Bakugou back from his initial thoughts while you continued to weep. In truth you hoped Bakugou would yell, scream, and throw you out. But despite the frustration, he did neither.

"So you came all this way looking to punish yourself," he deduced incredulously.

You said nothing, hiding your face behind your arms while all inhibitions were released. Your body was as light as a feather. You refused to ground yourself, tired of the effort at least for the night. Yet Bakugou refused to let you go. You had been nothing but vague and it only wound up Bakugou's frustrations and slightly lethargic annoyance past midnight. He could see what guilt looked like, even though he had no clue what had happened.

While you wept, you felt a pair of arms immediately lift you from the floor quite easily before your body twisted into Bakugou's arms, holding you close. He strode to his room, placing you down onto his bed with your body bumping the mattress ever so slightly before it began to float away from it. A large arm encircled your body, pinning its weight down into the soft mattress and in doing so weighing you down next to Bakugou.

You turned to find Bakugou's eyes already shut, yet his arm held onto your torso keeping you grounded to him. This was a shock. You didn't expect this after dating him for a few months now.

"Go to sleep," he ordered, his eyes still closed. "In the morning you're going to tell me everything, got it, Lightweight."

The overwhelming feeling of guilt washed over you again. You were tempted to just float away - with no one there to stop you. It felt that easy, but you continued to stay grounded until you reached Bakugou's apartment door. Tired of the thoughts and the emotions coursing through your body, you finally fell asleep next to Bakugou, feeling the heat of his skin radiate onto yours. Your body finally found some relief from the pain, drifting into slumber before Bakugou pulled you close.