Enemies- Bakugo x Reader

Night club incident

Trigger warning:

Fuck it's loud,
Y/N stood behind her friends, wrapping her arms. She feels stressed.

"Come have fun Y/N, dance!"
Kirishima grabbed her arm.

"It's okay, I'll-"

Kirishima took her hands and swung, leading her to dance to the loud Disco music.
Y/N giggled.

Bakugo was standing at the back, arms crossed.
He's bored, and wants to get the hell outta here. If it wasn't Kirishima's forcing, he wouldn't be here.

Y/N is smiling on the outside but she's not enjoying the crowded place. She felt her heartbeat going faster, a slight suffocation followed.

"I-I'll go to the toilet for a sec, Kiri,"
She then slid between people and ran to the toilet.

Bakugo felt an itch, he needed to pee so bad.
Trying to open the bathroom door, it's locked.
Why the hell does this club only have one goddamn bathroom? Fucking stupid.

He stood there and waited, after a couple of minutes, the door slammed open.

It's Y/N, with a red face and her hair messy.

"What a fucking joke you look like,"
He smirked.

"Fuck off Bakugo, not today."
Y/N went straight towards the crowd and disappeared.

"Dumbass,"
Bakugo smirked as he got into the bathroom.

Something sitting on the sink caught his attention. It's a small orange bottle.

*Pharmacy-Antidepressant*
Picking it up and scanning it, he saw the name below the words.
*Y/N (First name)*

His eyes widened for a little. The guilty feeling flushed right up his guts this time.
—

Y/N is sitting outside by the club, her head buried into her knees.

I'm sorry guys, I'm trying to cope.

She felt a presence in front of her, so she lifted her head and saw an unfamiliar figure.

A man with ragged clothes was standing in front of her, holding a knife.

"Give me your wallet!"
He approached her aggressively, with the knife getting close to her.

She was stoned, not knowing what to do. Flashbacks of her past rushed into her head, she's trying to catch her breath.

She doesn't have her wallet. What does she have to do now?

"Give it!"
The man growled.

"I don't have my wallet!"
She exclaimed, hoping someone would hear. The club was too loud, nobody would hear.

She got up and her back pushed against the wall behind her. The man went forward, holding the knife at her.

"You better tell the truth, little shit, or I'll rip those clothes off of you as well,"
He laughed maniacally.

She can't. She dropped to the ground. It's too much to handle.