𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗻 || 𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Chapter 27

After a few days of being in recovery, I could get back to class. Mr. Aizawa didn't seem too thrilled when I had missed a few days, but that's UA for you. Apparently Mrs. Bakugou washed one of my school uniforms so I could wear it today, which I'm super grateful for. She also made me a lunch in case I didn't have money and I wanted to cry the moment Katsuki told me. I get a message from Kirishima saying that Ashido gave him my number and that he wanted to walk me to school today. As promised, he arrives, I assume.

Kirishima, I think, knocks on the door and I tell him one moment as I put my bag straps around my shoulders. I wave to Recovery girl and thank her again. I open the door and there he is. Red hair and all. 

"Hey! Lookin' good, Y/N!" He elbows my arm lightly and laughs. I smile small at him, but he always is in a good mood. He's always so happy. 

"Thanks Kiri." 

He grabs my bag and waves to Recovery girl. We walk out and start heading off to school. 

He looks at me and smiles more. "So," he emphasizes the 'o,' "what's going on with you and bakubro?" He smirks.

I look at him and then look away, towards the background. I ignore the question for a moment, thinking about the answer.

"I don't know if I'm being honest with you. We are friends. Thats all I know."

"Ohhh, so something is going on then?" He wiggled his eyebrows. "Don't worry, I won't tell the others. Just between you and me, Bakugou needs someone like you." He frowns a tad. "Someone who won't leave. Who believes in him. Someone loving and strong. He needs you more than he could ever need me." He smiles. "I hope he realizes that soon." He sighs and walks beside me.

I furrow my eyebrows and don't respond. What does Kirishima mean? 'He needs you more than he could ever need me.' What?

I frown as we approach the building. Part of me didn't want to go to school. I was worried about getting scolded more by Mr. Aizawa. Or all might. Or fucking Katsuki. My torso was bandaged and despite seeing Katsuki eariler, he seemed off. My face grew warm. 

"L/n, you alright? Your face is red." Kiri looks at me, investigating my face.

"Um, yeah," I smile. "Just warm."

A mess of emotions erupted in me. Hatred. Insecurity. Happiness. Sadness. Lust. Love. I didn't know what to think. How could he ever see me as anything more than a parasite? All I do is cling onto him as if he was my safe haven. But hes not. He never was nor will he ever be. He's Katsuki Bakugou. The mean douche bag who has no friends and everyone hates him and he hates everyone else. Why would he like me out of all people and why would he even see me as anything more? Fuck being my safe haven. All he's ever been is a distraction.

I look over at Kirishima and frown. He looks back and seems to be questioning my look. 

"I'm going to go home. Tell the school I was sick please. Or don't. Whatever you see fit."

Before he can say anything, I walk away, swinging my bag around my shoulder. I frown and lower my shoulders. I feel a rain drop right on my head and I look up. Himari seems to be crying up there again. I shake my head. Today could've been a good day if i didn't let my emotions get to me.

I feel the rain become harder and harder and I wonder what she is crying about now. I give myself a hug and keep my head down. My feet scruff against the sidewalk and I approach the place I no longer call home. I open the door and take off my shoes. Daichi should be at work so I'm safe for right now. I take off my bag and sigh. The same as before. I head to my room and open the door. It was a mess. I forgot that I did this. I roll my eyes at myself and I gather some dry clothes. I grab a towel and go and take a shower. It was a bitch to take off my bandages around my waist and when I saw the damage, I froze. My burns, they were darker. More noticeable. More unattractive. I look like a raisin. An ugly ass raisin.

I look away and get into the shower, doing everything I need to do. I hate that I look like this. After finishing, I get dressed and go back to my room. I cross my arms. "Guess I have a lot to do," I say quietly, rolling my eyes.

I lock my door and put on a playlist that helps me get into a mood. I gather all the clothes and put them in the hamper and look around. I throw everything on my bed onto the floor and stare at the mess. Is this how you're supposed to clean your room. I don't even know. I make my bed and sigh. Why do I even live here? I even out the rug I have and clean up the trash. When the room is about where I want it, I grab my phone and lay on my bed. The blanket is soft against my rough, burnt skin. I curl up and cuddle the blanket.

I wish I had someone to do this with.