Buried Treasure (BakugoxReader)

Ch. 41: Before it Ended

TW: THIS CHAPTER REFERENCES PHYSICAL AND SEXUAL ASSAULT 

SKIP TO *** IN ORDER TO AVOID 

(Y/n)'s POV

The League was a scary place. Just coming back from the doctor's now and seeing the lifeless ship caused me to freeze-- memories flooding my head. While I was aboard the ship and lowering the crew's guard, I just pushed aside everything that was done to me. I refused to focus on it and kept my mind pinpointed on the goal I had set for myself. Now it was over and there was no more "goal". I had nothing to do but look back on everything that happened before this all ended. It was overwhelming and almost more painful than when I had actually endured it. I knew many people would think I was out of my mind for putting myself in the situation in the first place, but I had no regrets. Sure, I desperately wished it didn't happen, but that was not an option for my storyline.

Now I had the blessed opportunity to tell my story-- to be heard. "Dead men tell no tales" was a phrase I heard many times to justify torture without death. It was true, if they had just gotten it over with and killed me, there would be no one to carry on their legacy after being demolished. I was the League's legacy: the last person they ever tormented. I was expected to bring forth stories of my trauma on their ship so that they might go down in history as some of the most heartless and feared pirates of the sea. So here I was: telling the last of their tales.

"The first night was the worst," I murmured, recalling the three months I spent as prisoner aboard the League. My head was resting on Katsuki's chest and I focused on his breath in order to keep myself from panicking. Katsuki gently stroked my hair and rested his head against mine.

"Tomura stayed with me in my room for the first few nights, as he had not set up a proper regiment to keep me at bay. I was too exhausted from the battle to be able to even attempt using my quirk to escape or attack him. He kept one hand on me at all times, always threatening to fully grasp me and decay my entire being," I explained, giving Katsuki and idea of how it first started. I did not receive any physical injuries the entire first week I was there... yet somehow it was the worst week in my life. I desperately wished I could remove that week from my memories.

"If I were to explain to you what happened those first nights on the League... I'm afraid you would never be able to look at me the same again," I admitted, my voice shrinking. Katsuki froze after that statement-- I couldn't even hear him breathe. 

"Kat--" I looked up at him, but he wouldn't meet my gaze. I sighed and laid my head back down, biting my lip in hopes that the pain would distract me from the feelings of embarrassment and vulnerability. 

"He didn't..." Katsuki muttered, but I couldn't bring myself to answer. I kept telling myself that I was aware of the risks I was taking when I sacrificed myself that day, and I did to an extent, but there was no way in which I could mentally and emotionally prepare myself for what happened. A few stray tears slipped from my eyes and dropped onto Katsuki's shirt. My breath grew shaky and I clutched the fabric of Katsuki's clothes tight. 

"I'm so, so sorry," Katsuki apologized, even though he was at no fault. Katsuki wrapped his hands around my head and softly kissed the top of it. I could feel hot droplets of water fall onto my forehead and merge with my own. We laid there in silence for a while, not moving from that position. Eventually I was able to collect myself, but Katsuki could not do the same.

"I'm alive and everyone here is too, that's more than I could wish for," I attempted to change the topic, but I could tell Katsuki wasn't taking this all easily.

"Not a single person will even shake your hand without permission, understood?" Katsuki uttered, disgust and hatred tainting his words. His voice was coarse and I could tell that he didn't intend for any of what he said to be taken in a sarcastic or humorous way.