𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Chapter Thirty-nine | Every Moment Of It

SLIP, YARN OVER, wrap, pull, and repeat. (Name)'s hands worked shakily on the wool as she repeated the directions of her knitting. She knew the practice like the back of her hand, having been able to master it at the age of eight. Her mother had made sure she did not miss any knowledge and skill a lady is deemed to possess. Not that (Name) had any choice for that matter because in this time, a woman can only get a husband if she is accomplished in such skills.

Slip, yarn over, wrap, pull, and repeat.

At the same time, (Name) had no complaints. She loved knitting. It brought her joy, especially after such success when she would bathe in the compliments of her mother for creating a lovely pattern. Yes, she loved it for it used to bring her so much joy. But now, it's unable to do so. Despite the fact that she finds the absent of joy in her craft so infuriating and disappointing, she knew where all of these deficiencies are coming from.

No matter how many clothes she has knitted and no matter how she worked her hands until it trembles, she couldn't distract herself from that horrifying night.

It has been two days since (Name)'s near-death experience. She has come out of it mostly unharmed; only a few scratches on her knees, elbows, and arms. Those scars can be healed and those will soon fade away—but the same cannot be said about the wounds etched in her mind. She tried to relish in her loved hobby but she can't find joy in it as dark thoughts are now permanently engraved in her mind.

She has stayed in her new chambers for the past two days. There is one window that overlooks the garden and yet (Name) never dared to draw the curtains in fear that she's being watched. She barely eats now for the only thing she seemed to intake is fear. She managed to wash herself and change her clothes only because she was reminded and forced to do it. (Name) have sunk into her feeble self, forcefully distracting herself with trivial things.

"No, no, this is not good at all..." (Name) muttered, frustrated that her scarred thoughts have once again led her astray from maintaining the pattern she's trying to make in a blanket. Her current situation brings her frustration whenever things go out of control.

With a grunt, she threw the blanket and knitting needles on the cold ground she's currently sat on. It nearly caught on fire as it passed the two candles that she used to lit her room. For a while, (Name) chose to stay on the floor with her legs pulled up to her body in an effort to warm herself. It didn't help that she currently wears nothing but her thin, white smock.

Suddenly, a knock came from the door and (Name) jumped. She stood and went to the farthest corner of the room while yelling with a shaking voice, "Who's there?!"

"It's me, Your Majesty." Came a voice from a female servant. She has changed her servant again and fortunately this time, the servant does not change faces. "You have a visitor."

Alarmed, she stood and stepped far away from the door. "Please go away, I don't want to see anyone!"

"No, Your Majesty, you might want to--"

"Please! I said I don't want to face anyone right now."

She was met with silence from the other side and was relieved that the servant and whoever that visitor was have given up. Turning around, (Name) aimed to go to her bed only to stop at the sound of her door unlocking.

"Don't--!"

Suddenly, the door opened and all of (Name)'s panic has ceased upon seeing the 'visitor'. Even with the bare minimum of light in her room, his blonde hair stood out and so did his ruby eyes. (Name) couldn't even scrutinize the emotions behind them because her vision was quickly blurred with the sudden downpour of tears upon seeing him. But she was able to process the relief that crept to her chest.