Just You and I || (Bakugo x Reader)

3

*This is a tiny filler chaper while I brainstorm for the next few! Just cuz I think this book deserves a Y/N supremacy chapter :) Enjoy! ♡*

The long, wide and empty hallways feel cramped and stuffy. Your hot sweaty palms feel freezing, your hands shaking from the cold feeling. The breaths you inhale feel shallow, but your chest is moving and expanding rapidly. You know this feeling all too well. Over the years, you and All Might have created a trigger list for your panic attacks:
-Large crowds
-Talking to strangers
-Being overwhelmed
And guilt.

You feel guilty. You yelled at the people who wanted to be your friend, the people who tried so hard to talk to you when you were the friendless new kid. And then you ran away. Especially after you had such a nice lunch with Jirou.

Thanks to the quirk you hide from the school, you teleport back to your apartment. It's the only place you truly feel at home, where you can fully be yourself, other than Toshinori's place.

Sprinting up the stairs, you take your phone out of your pocket to check with Keigo about patrolling times. You fall on your bed and unbutton your UA shirt, relieved from the itch of the fabric, revealing your sports bra and many scars from previous missions. You trace your finger over each one, bringing back the painful but nostalgic memories, your favourite being the one on your thigh when you took a blade to the leg after pushing Rumi out of the way. You got heaps of free candy and about a dozen restaurant takeaways after that; Rumi insisted because she was horrified that you'd 'sacrificed your beautiful smooth skin for her'.

You change into your hero costume and admire the outfit for the billionth time since you had it remade. You aren't the type with a big ego, but you know you look great in the cropped vest top and black cargo pants, and can't help thinking you look way badass with the knives wrapped around your chain belt and your thin (h/c) hair bunched up in a messed low bun. Your net gloves compliment the laced boots, which have metal soles and a pocketknife compartment. You are in love with the look this new design gives you - in this outfit, you really are Spirit.

Pocketing your phone, you slide down the railings of your staircase, grab a melon bun, and head out to start your patrol with Hawks.