Bloody Roses

15. Accusations

He was shirtless and in sweats. He smelled faintly of strawberry soap as well. 

I took a step back and started picking at the hem of my shirt. 

“Bakugou?” He stepped forward with a hand out. It hovered, as if he didn't want to touch me, “What's wrong, talk to me.”

I shook my head, my throat tight and burning a little; making it difficult to get the words out.I turned away and pushed past Aizawa. He grabbed my arm for a brief moment, letting go upon Todorokis command. 

“Don't grab him. You can leave now.” 

We didn't speak as we walked. He simply followed me in silence. It was irritating. 

“Leave me alone.”

“Not until you talk to me. What's wrong? What happened?”

I clicked my tongue and started walking faster. I wasn't sure where I was going exactly. I just wanted to get away from him. A cold hand grabbed my arm and tugged me back. 

“Bakugou.” The force  of the tug made me stumble a bit and he grabbed my chin, making me look up at him. His expression was cold and the worried tone he held before was gone. “Look at me.”

We stood there in chilling silence. The air only gets thicker with every passing second. It was getting a little to breathe and his hold on me tightened, forcing out a weak answer. “I want to go home…”

He went silent for a moment before chuckling softly, the warmth of his back, “You are home.”

I shook my head again and glared at the floor, “I want to go back to my apartment.”

"You've been here for months. I do so much for you, here, and you want to go back to your apartment and minimum wage job..?"

He blinked a few times before biting my tongue, "Well, no, but I-"

"Then why do you want to leave me?" 

“You were just fucking that pony tail chick while I was recovering from bleeding out. why do you think I want to leave this hell hole where I'm attacked every five seconds?” 

I snapped at him and his grip became bruising before he let go abruptly. He held his hands up in a mock surrender, pairing it with a sarcastic laugh and pinching the bridge of his nose, “You're really playing the victim here?” he threw his hands up in exasperation and stared at me coldly, “Need I remind you, you were the one that decided to go see that psycho. I told you not to go. better yet, you were the one who left the room and got yourself held at gunpoint.”

I turned my head away and crossed my arms over my chest, “That doesn't excuse you from sleeping with someone else while I was unconscious. Did you fuck her wwhen I was comotose too?”

“I haven't slept with anyone.” he responded coolly and shook his head again, “I showered because I went to the gym to calm down. “ He looked at me, a bit hurt, “Do you really think that little of me? After everything I've done for you…?”

I stayed quiet as the air only grew thicker. 

He finally  broke the silence by scoffing and letting out his disapproval,  “You know what? Fine, get back in the room. And for the love of God, stay there for once. Your defiance is getting maddening.”

Hw turned away and ran a hand through his hair as he walked down the hall, passing the room and disappearing around the corner. 

My lungs deflate slowly in his absence. It was an odd sensation; I no longer felt restricted, but the air was much too thick to breathe. 

I stood in the hallway for a moment longer before silently making my way to the room. 

Why did he get so mad about me wanting to leave? It's not like we're actually a thing. It seems as if I’m just his play thing. A doll he can keep up on a shelf to sit there and look pretty. One he rarely let down to do anything for itself. 

Throwing the door shut behind me, it shook on its hinges violently.  may have used more force than intended too. 

Looking around the room, I started to massage the back of my neck. had it always been this small? So confined and suffocating.

My gaze drifted to the balcony and I took a few steps toward it before stopping when I felt something soft against my leg. Looking down at Marshmallow, I watched him stomp his feet before looking over at his food bowe. I let out a breathy chuckle and shook my head, “Fucker cant even feed you? Pathetic..”

I reached down to scratch behind his ears before going to the liquor cabinet and pulling out his small bag of food that was replaced every couple of days. I loaded up his bowl and sat down as I watched him munch away on the mixture of pellets and hay.

It must be nice being a rabbit.

Nothing to worry about but where you're going to nap and shit. 

I leaned my head against the wall and sighed softly. Maybe I was too irrational. It seems I always just make things worse for myself nowadays. Nothing I do seems to go right.

My gaze drifted to the balcony once again and a small shock ran through my body, making my finger twitch.

Damn. It’s been a while since I felt that sensation. 

It shot up my spin again and I found myself getting up to my feet.

I let the sensation lead me to the glass doors that overlooked the city. It halted for a moment before I opened the doors and it started again. 

There was no harm letting the feeling lead me. It never escalated enough to be concerning. 

The concrete was cold against the soles of my feet as I made my way to the railing. I leaned against it as I let my arms dangle, taking in the sight presented before me. 

How many people got to enjoy this view on a daily basis?

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the wind blowing against my face. It was freeing in a way. It let me feel like I could breathe. 

Opening my eyes again I focused on a point in the distance, letting my mind wander. 

Did I really want to go back? Back to the stench of cars and cigarettes. Back to a crowded apartment where I barely made ends meet?

Resting my chin in my palm, I pursed my lips a bit as my brows furrowed. Were the benefits of staying here worth it?

Constantly in danger, not being able to trust the one who's keeping me here, and not even being able to leave the room without permission.

But. He did take care of me. welcomed me back into his arms after every stupid mistake I made. He kept me from shooting myself for fucks sake.

What is it that I truly want?