Bakugou's Lover

Chapter Eight: The Past is a Nice Thing

For the past few days, Bakugou has been waking up to flowers and other gifts. He had to admit it was kinda cute. He would wake up and look over and see a bouquet of orange Alstroemerias on the bedside table. They were put into a black glass vase. They were beautiful. He loved them so much. He would lightly run his fingertips across the petals and smile to himself. "He would like these." He whispered softly.

"Who would?" His red eyes met black and he smiled. "Momo, how are you?" She returned it, "I'm doing well, thank you for asking. Who were you talking about?" "My dog, Lucid. He likes the color orange. I miss him." Momo nodded as he talked. "You're so pretty, Bakugou." His face burned as he shyly smiled. "T-thank you, Momo. You're very pretty too." "It's hard to imagine someone like you being single." He smiled and nodded. "I guess so. But it's the same for you. You are very pretty. I'm surprised I haven't seen a ring on your finger yet." A nervous laugh left her mouth and she stared down at her hand. "I suppose it is because I haven't been able to 'live' for a very long time."

Bakugou made a very confused face, but he knew what she was talking about. "I'll tell you this but you can't tell anyone. It's a part of my life that I've been able to keep secret for a long time." He nodded. He held onto her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"My mother and father were rich people. They gave me whatever I wanted and loved me unconditionally. I loved them too. We were friends with the Todoroki's. Shoto and I had crushes on each other too. My mother and father have embraced it, but the Todoroki's didn't. One day the Mr. Todoroki and Shoto came over and were discussing something with my father. There was a lot of yelling until Mr. Todoroki came and grabbed us. They took us into the living room and sat us down. I was so scared. Apparently, my father had taken a loan from him and couldn't pay it back. In front of us, he shot him in the head. He laughed as he did it too. I looked over to Shoto and saw that he was just staring at us. With a bored expression. I wanted to yell at him. Them. I wanted to yell at everyone. I was so angry. But what could I do? I was just a kid.

A few men came into the room and took me and my mother. I haven't seen her since that day. They had told me that if I was good then I'd see her again. I already knew I wasn't gonna see her again, but I kept that in my mind as they sold me. I was lucky enough to be sold to a nice woman named Midnight. I didn't really know her name, that's just what she wanted me to call her. I'm so grateful to her too. I was studying to be a doctor. It was just by chance I was chosen to be a doctor here. Shoto doesn't seem to remember, but I do. I remember everything."

Bakugou wrapped his arms around her and put his face into her neck. "I get it." She cried into his shirt and hugged him back. "He knows." she thought and smiled into his hair. He pulled back and grabbed her hand and a pen. "I'm so grateful that you trusted me enough with that story. I'll be here if you ever want to talk more about it. I hope you can trust me enough to help you get better." He closed her hand and smiled. "I hope we can get along." She hesitantly nodded and left.

Todoroki smiled to himself as he walked throughout the house. In his hands was a giant stuffed bunny. It reminded him of Bakugou. He hopes it will make Bakugou smile. He was about to open the door when he heard someone talking. He sounded like Momo.

"I'm so grateful that you trusted me enough with that story. I'll be here if you ever want to talk more about it. I hope you can trust me enough to help you get better." He cracked open the door and saw that Bakugou was holding Momo's hand. Bakugou was a caring person, Todoroki always knew that. He saw Momo nod before going to stand and leave. She turned towards him and smiled. "Good morning, Todoroki." "Good morning, Momo. How's Bakugou doing?" "He's recovering just fine. Another day of rest will have him doing just as good as before." She smiled as she wrote some stuff on her clipboard that had been discarded onto the table. She said goodbye before exiting the room.