Don't You Forget About Me (Bakugou x Reader)

"With or Without You" U2

The feeling of fucking dying of thirst woke you from your strange dream. Your lip had gotten so dry it split, you wet it with your tongue, the taste of iron filling your mouth. You picked yourself off the floor and attempted to navigate through the absolute pile of your friends laying around you. 

The sounds of Eijiro's loud ass snores grew fainter as you made your way to the bathroom next to the guest bedroom. Nothing hit harder than sink water in the middle of the night. As you passed the bedroom you couldn't help but remember what had happened merely hours before, hot skin, caramel air, sweet words, filthy breaths of need.

God, you flushed at the thought, snap out of it you are being big dumb. It was just a dare.

But you still wore his orange hoodie, wearing it still made you want to bury your head into the fabric. 

You padded over to the sink and turned it on, dipping your head to drink straight from the faucet. You slurped the water up quickly before hearing a loud thud. You froze, fuuuuuuck. 

Your mother was a paranoid person, always locking the doors and windows at night, double checking and then insisting that you checked (even if you were on the second floor because 'you don't know if the killers can climb!). This, in turn, had made you equally as paranoid and, damnit, you didn't check the doors or windows tonight.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, that's it, this is where I die. I'm going to die with my fucking batman pjs on. How am I gonna explain that one, 'oh yea, sorry Mr. Hitler, I got stabbed with my boy's pajama pants on.' 

You took a big breath and decided to look around, it's fine, if you were in a horror movie-you know what- you would live because you were the main fucking character. You decided to go see Katsuki first, being that the noises came from his room.  Wait. he wouldn't be..'pumping one out' right?  no, NO! It's too late, he would have done it by- WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU BRAIN.

You took a deep breath and opened the door as quietly as you could. Your blood ran cold when you saw the blonde missing from the bed. Adrenaline pumped though your veins as you walked into the room, your eyes blown wide and your fists clenched as you turned the corner

You were defiantly not prepared for the sight that beheld you. There he was, Katsuki Bakugou curled into a ball; knees tucked up to his chest; hands covering his ears; hair stuck to his head, wet with sweat. Your hands relaxed, as you crouched down. His eyes were screwed shut, he shook like a leaf, his breathing was erratic. 

You reached out with shaky hands and left a whisper of a touch on his knee. His eyes shot open blown wide with fear, he shied from your touch. 

"Katsuki are you ok?" You whispered. His eyes filled with tears, he turned from you shaking harder. 

"The quiet is too loud." He said louder than normal, especially for this time of night. Then you realized, Katsuki couldn't hear you. You melted at the thought, he must have woken up from a nightmare. He continued to pant, you started to worry that he would hyperventilate. You needed to calm him down.

Your fingers brushed his cheek, his wet eyes turned to look at you. 

'Breathe with me' you signed. 'Inhale.' You inhaled deeply, Katsuki's breath was shaky and not as deep, but he did it with you. 

'Exhale.' you signed again, breathing out through your mouth, he returned the gesture. You did this again, and again, and again.

'Good job, I'm proud of you,' you signed to him, his sad eyes refusing to meet anything but your hands. 'Again,' you signed, so the two of you breathed again. And again. And again. 

'What do you need?' 

What did he need? he felt helpless, flashes of the accident flew through his head. His mind raced with horror. What did he need?

'You.'

So you took him into your arms and held his shaking body. You pet his hair as you felt tears wet the sweatshirt you wore. His breathing beginning to return to normal, you covered one of his ears with one of your hands. He lent into your touch. 

You listened to his choked sobs, you knew he couldn't hear anything right now, the silence must be so loud. 

You started to hum, feeling the vibrations in your chest. You didn't hum any particular song, just a melody that came to mind. You pushed his own head down to rest on your chest, his cheek pushed up against your body. 

His breathing slowed as he felt the vibrations, his tears stoped their heavy flow. You continued to play with his hair, gently running your fingers through it, spinning it between your fingers. 

His eyes finally looked into yours, he wanted to hate you, he looked into your eyes expecting pity. Instead he saw what he could only describe as pride; pride in him. He felt loved. Loved as a true friend would, as a mother to her kid.

"Bed" you mouthed, he just nodded slightly. You stood up, keeping your hands on him in the most comforting way you could. He followed your movements standing up. He slouched over, your hand reached for his cheek, he met you half way. You smiled at him and nodded to the bed. He walked over to the bed, lead by your hand between his shoulder blades. 

He crawled into the bed and got under the comforter. As you turned to leave he grabbed your wrist. Again refusing to meet your eyes he whispered out, "stay".  You barely heard the word, but you nodded and crawled under the covers with him. 

He stared down at you, his hands gently grabbed his hoodie you wore. 

"I like it...on you." He whispered quietly again, his breath smelt like mint. You hummed, your eyes feeling heavy.

"You just like me." You mumbled, somewhere in the back of your brain you knew he couldn't read your mumbled lips. You just couldn't bring yourself to care.

"Night, Siren." You just hummed in return, pulled his head into your chest, cradling him there. He wrapped his arms around your waist in return and you fell asleep feeling warm.

Hey, so I just whipped this thing out, sorry if it sucks but I kinda like it. Again hope ya'll have a great day. Thanks for reading.

PS. dont worry were are gonna go back to the two knuckle heads arguing again soon. I just like writing about their flirting. We are gonna get a lot of back handed complements and dumb arguments again.