Ten Days of Katsuki (Todobaku)

Day 6, Part 1

Bakugou's not in bed when I wake up, so I figure he's at the gym. Either that or he's avoiding me so we don't have to talk about what happened last night.

Then again, there's nothing really to talk about. It's not like he kissed me on the lips. He probably already forgot about it.

I, on the other hand, am a wreck. My dream last night was of me and Bakugou by ourselves on a private beach. We watched the sunset together, my head on his shoulder, his arm draped around my waist. He nudged me so I'd lift my head up to look at him, and he had the most captivating smile on his face. Cupping my cheek, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. His touch sent warmth through my entire body. He grabbed my hand with his free one and squeezed it three times, my heart on the verge of bursting. And when we finally pulled away for air, I looked down and realized he slipped a diamond ring on my finger while we were kissing.

That's when I wake up.

And now I want to die.

Why? Why does this have to happen now? Why can't my stupid heart be satisfied that my relationship with Bakugou has reformed itself? Why must it crave more?

I don't have feelings for Bakugou. I refuse to have feelings for Bakugou. Nothing good can come from opening past wounds. Is it the way I want things to be? Maybe not. But it's the way things have to be.

Opening the curtain that drapes the sliding door to the balcony, I see that we've docked at Nabu Island. We'll be spending the day at one of the beaches and plenty of us have signed up for both scuba diving and parasailing. At least there's something to be excited about today.

Stepping away from the balcony door and entering the bathroom, I undo my bandages. I got approval from the cruise doctor that I may remove them this morning as long as nothing hurts and I continue my medication. Nabu Island has an abnormally low crime rate, so I doubt I'll encounter any more villains. As long as I don't have to fight anybody, I should be fine to go without the bandages.

Bakugou returns to the room as I'm in the shower. His presence startles me when I emerge from the bathroom that I almost drop the towel around my waist. As if I need another reason to feel nervous around him.

He's in his workout attire, so my theory of his whereabouts was correct. Observing how flustered I am, he shields his eyes. "Sorry," he mutters, his jaw tensing up. "Didn't know you were in there. I'm about to shower anyway so you don't have to worry about me watching you change."

My hold tightens on the towel as I shake my head. "I wasn't worried. You just surprised me, that's all."

"'Kay," he mumbles, removing his hand from over his eyes. When our gazes meet, a faint blush appears on his cheeks. Pounding a fist to his chest, he clears his throat. "Listen, Todoroki, about what happened last night-"

Oh no. He's going to bring up the kiss. I'm struggling to keep it together as it is. And I really don't want to have this conversation when I'm one wardrobe malfunction away from being completely naked right now.

"It's fine," I tell him. "You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault you were given such a strong dosage."

Bakugou narrows his brows. "Dosage?"

I nod. "For your medication. You said it was causing you to be more emotional than usual. I know you wouldn't have done it otherwise. Don't worry about it."

He snorts and offers a tight lipped frown. "Right, my medication." He scratches his head. "Well, it's a good thing you remembered, otherwise this could've been really awkward."

I smile, but immediately look away before he notices it's fake. "Yeah. I'm glad we cleared that up." Moving across the room with one hand gripping my towel, l point toward my closet. "I'm going to get changed now."