As soon as the four leaders finished their proclamation, they jumped down and started heading into tents to check on patients, help Sato make more food, and ease the worries of those who were on the fence of whether to stay or leave.
But the widespread relief was instantaneous and the heavy cloud and fog lifted from their hearts, dispersing as soon as they declared the end of the one who had been responsible for all of their misery.
The teachers filed out after the warriors did until it was only you, Kirishima and Bakugou left standing on the ledge.
Kirishima exclaimed in alarm as you toppled over and veered straight into Bakugou's chest. "Y/N!!"
Noticing how you were struggling to stand, Bakugou bent down and hooked his arms around you, supporting your weight under your knees and across your back in a similar fashion from earlier as he headed down to the slightly larger tent setup at the far edge of the clearing.
Kirishima trailed behind but he got surrounded by curious teens and adults alike who had undoubtedly seen his dragon form and sheepishly, he scratched the back of his head, his gaze flickering back to the two of you.
Bakugou nodded at him once and Kirishima's expression cleared up understandingly. He would take care of you, there was no need to worry.
As Kirishima entertained those that had flocked around him, he kept them from bypassing him as the king discreetly slipped into the medical tent.
It was vacant, luckily, but there was fresh blood on the sheets that lined the cot, so someone had just been here recently.
He recalled how Hagakure bounded out of here a few minutes ago with her patient in tow so at least they were both fine.
He set you down carefully on the cot, frowning when you deliriously cried out as he tried to untangle your arms from around his neck.
"Y/N, let go." Bakugou urged quietly but gave up with a sigh when you whined and hugged him closer, hooking your legs around his waist. It wasn't unusual for you to be clingy, he knew that by now, but this felt a little different than before.
It almost felt like you needed him and couldn't bear to be separated from him.
He obliged you when you kicked your feet childishly and ducked your head into the crook of his neck to scent him. So instead of making you stay put, his large hands slid underneath you to support you as he strolled back to the entrance.
Tying the laces in the front of the tent so that flaps didn't open and expose the two of you while he treated you, Bakugou carried you back, hushing you quietly when you fussed in his arms.
Your rapid heartbeat wouldn't calm down.
As you finally got a chance to breathe again once you saw that he and the others were all okay, everything came flooding in at once.
The faces of those that you had come to know and love were fading away as they were replaced with the cobra's face leering at you and you shuddered, hiding your face in his chest. You couldn't bear it.
The pain, the suffering, everything. The days when food and water were so scarce that you were sure you were going to die. When Shigaraki would send you out just to bring others in, using you as bait to capture other, innocent lives, and you had to do what he said or else he would hunt down Kirishima and kill him.
And even though you had believed him to be dead, you weren't willing to risk it.
The burn mark that had been seared into your leg as proof of Shigaraki's evil intentions to pawn you off like some sort of object had shattered your heart and this battle when he was vying for you reminded you just how much you didn't matter.
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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...
