Vulnerability and Second Chances (Barbarian King!Bakugou x Omega!Reader)

Chapter 5: Test of Trust

Bakugou did his best not to storm out right then and there to find the fucking prick who had laid their hands on you, forcing his breathing to even out as your ears pinned flat against the top of your head in distress.

"Bakugou?!" You squeaked as he cupped your face in his huge hand, subconsciously leaning into his warm palm. "W-Wha—"

"Don't talk." He snapped and you shut your mouth.

But under your baffled expression, he heaved out a sigh, glaring at you once again.

"You're dehydrated." Bakugou explained shortly, thumbing away the streak of blood and snarling when it pooled on his finger. He pointed to the bed you had been backed up against not too long ago. "Sit there and don't fucking move."

He raised an eyebrow when you did exactly what you were told without putting up a fight, bouncing on the mattress a couple of times as you tested it out. Interesting, he was expecting you to at least hesitate. At least you wouldn't be as much fucking trouble as the rest of those extras.

You weren't exactly sure what compelled you to move. Maybe it was the way his baritone vibrated the bones in your body or how his enraged vermilion eyes pierced the very core of your being as he picked out a scratch on your face but either way, your reaction, or rather lack thereof, scared you.

You hadn't felt this comfortable with anyone since...

Since...

Bakugou broadened his stance as you bowed your head, arching an eyebrow at the unusual display of acceptance. Just a second ago you had been bursting with fire and now you almost looked meek.

Well, as meek as a wolf hybrid could get.

You fiddled with your thumbs and avoided meeting his eyes that were scrutinizing you, hiding behind your fur to conceal your troubled expression.

Bakugou was having none of it.

You yelped as he swept you off your feet and carried you into his bedchamber, partitioned by a delicate curtain made from dandelion fluff woven in with moss.

"What is it?" He demanded, setting you down somewhat roughly on the soft mattress.

You scrambled around, tail wagging like a madman. "You have two beds?!"

"Shitty Hair sleeps here sometimes." Bakugou countered gruffly, glaring at you when you dodged his question, obviously changing the subject. "Now it's your fucking turn, dumbass."

The scent clinging to the sheets in the other bed was musty and faded. If he was telling the truth, Kirishima hadn't been staying there recently.

He must've seen the look on your face because the next instant he smirked.

"Shitty Hair got a girlfriend but he refuses to fucking admit it so I'm not going to tell you who it is."

"Who is it?!"

"Oi!! What did I just fucking say?!?!" He shouted, waving his arms at you. "Now answer the fucking question!!"

Sitting back on your haunches, you gulped nervously, hesitating before slowly explaining what it was that was on your mind. You almost felt ashamed at how easy it was for you to get tricked by that woman and the feeling hadn't faded away with time.

"Aro..." You started, twiddling your thumbs anxiously as he pulled up a chair to sit across from you. "She looked after Kiri and I when we were born."

Aro might not have been biologically related to either one of you but that never mattered. She was an adult lioness, tasked with ensuring that neither one of you escaped or had gotten hurt before the buyer got a chance to see you.