You yelped as Bakugou tossed you inside his tent, instructing firmly to sit down on the edge of the bed and not move a muscle in an icy tone you had never heard from him before.
You had really pissed him off this time. The king left only to reappear a beat later with a washcloth and some fresh water.
He got to work and you flinched at the sting as it made contact.
You were usually so good about going to see Hagakure after your training sessions with Jirou were done but the meerkat had been so busy with the injuries of the new recruits that Shinsou was training that she didn't have time to spare for you.
She did give you some ointment though, but you weren't quite sure how to apply it. You thought you saw her dissolve it one time in some kind of liquid to make it less concentrated and didn't know if you were supposed to know how to do that too.
So you didn't put it on, choosing to ask her about it in the morning when she was less swamped with work.
Though, you couldn't exactly say you didn't like it as the king's fingers wrapped bandages around your arm like you were the most fragile thing in the world.
It was... nice.
"Why do you have to be so fucking reckless?" Bakugou muttered under his breath as he continued to work, dabbing the cut on your head. He didn't even want to know where you fucking got that one from.
Actually, scratch that.
He did want to know. He wanted to know where you got that one, the ones on your arms and all the bruises on your chest. And he wanted to know right fucking now.
Ducking your head down in shame, your cheeks heated up in embarrassment and you whimpered apologetically, the sound catching his attention.
He abandoned his search for any more wounds and moved to wrap his arms around you when he decided against it at the last second.
Not that. Anything but that.
His heart skipped a beat as you gazed up at him with glassy eyes and he cursed himself for letting things get out of hand. He should've stopped you sooner.
Bakugou dutifully put away the rest of the first-aid supplies when you quietly confirmed you weren't hurt anywhere else. He had to take your word for it since none of the other girls you were more comfortable with were awake at the moment.
He sighed and rested his elbows on his knees on the back of the chair he was sitting on across from you. Something from this scene reminded him of your first encounter.
"You're supposed to tell me when you get hurt and shit, pipsqueak." He muttered and let out a breath when you fidgeted in place. This wasn't what he wanted.
He didn't want you to retreat back into yourself.
"Oi. Look at me."
Raising your head, your eyes locked on his and you breathed slowly, only able to see his face in the moonlight that shone through the flap of his tent.
Bakugou's brow furrowed. "Why didn't you tell me?"
You felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest hearing him say that. Hearing him say that like he was afraid you didn't trust him anymore.
"It's not that I didn't want to tell you!!" You winced at your volume. It sounded shrill even to your ears. "About my training and everything, I just— I wanted to surprise you!! You've been so busy and everything and I didn't want to bother y—"
"How many times do I have to say this shit?" Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "You're not a fucking burden."
You clasped your hands together and nodded meekly, more to placate him than actual agreement with what he was saying.
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Vulnerability and Second Chances (Barbarian King!Bakugou x Omega!Reader)
FanfictionBakugou hated the foreign feeling of warmth sparking through his chest as you beamed up at him like he had just given you the whole world. It felt weak. He felt weak. He hated that feeling more than anything else. The feeling of vulnerability. (Bar...
