Bakugou's Quiet Little (Bakugou X Little Reader)

21

Bakugou P.O.V

I stare blankly at my ceiling as the morning light fills my room; another sleepless night. It doesn't take long after the sun raises for my door to swing open. "Bakugou, it's time to get up. You shouldn't miss a meal again." Ashido says as she sits at the foot of my bed.

I roll onto my side, mumbling, "Day number four."

"I'm sorry, what did you say? You mumbled." Kirishima asked.

I speak, "This is the fourth morning that (Y/n) is still missing."

Ashido places a hand on my leg, "It's been longer than that since you've eaten. Starving yourself isn't healthy." She stands, "I'm stepping into the hallway. Boys, get him in his uniform to get him down to breakfast before class; we let him skip school yesterday. I would rather not do it again."

As soon as the door closes, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero try to work together to get me up so they can change me out of pajamas and into my uniform. I stay limp, hoping they will give up and leave me alone like yesterday, but unfortunately, that doesn't happen.

Kirishima tosses me onto his shoulder once I'm in my uniform and carries me down to breakfast. He drops me onto a chair as Ashido pushes a plate of food in front of me. "Please eat."

I don't listen to her and stare at the food. I know I need to eat my stomach hurts from lack of food, but I can't. I can't bring myself to do anything. Ashido grabs my chopsticks and picks up some rice from my plate, holding it in front of my face, "Come on, Bakugou. I'm not asking you to clean your plate. At least try and eat some rice."

"I-." When I open my mouth to try and speak, Ashido shoves the food into my mouth, and like a mother dealing with a stubborn toddler, she puts her hand over my mouth to prevent me from spitting out the food I don't want.

"I'm not moving my hand until you swallow." I glare at her, to which she shrugs, "This is your choice, Bakugou. You can either eat the rice or let it sit in your mouth because I will not let you spit out food."

I start to chew and focus on not gagging. My stomach twists from the nausea of not eating and guilt for eating when (Y/n) probably hasn't eaten. Why do I deserve to eat when such an innocent person is starving and suffering because of me? I try to pull Ashido's hand away from my mouth as I start retching. She pulled her hand away, allowing me to spit the rice onto the plate as I continued to heave, and tears filled my waterline.

When my body calms, I push the plate away from me, "I told you I can't. I can't eat. The guilt won't let me even try." As tears leave my waterline, I whisper, "Please don't make me."

Ashido tries to sputter an apology, but I hold my hand up, not wanting to listen. I stand wanting to go back to my room though I don't make it far when Kirishima grabs me. I don't fight as he pulls me to class.

I get looks of pity from my classmates as my friends drag me to my seat, and I understand why when I get a glimpse of myself on the back of Jiro's phone. I look like shit. I'm paler than usual; I have dark circles under my eyes, red eyes, and tear stains down my cheeks. I've gotten almost no sleep, and whenever exhaustion did take hold of me, I had horrid nightmares of what (Y/n) could be going through.

The bell rings, but Aizawa doesn't enter the room, so Iida decides to settle the class. The class doesn't listen to him compared to when they do with our teacher. I don't care; I don't even want to be here.

It finally went silent when the door slid open. Aizawa says, "Treat this as a study hall until Present Mic comes. Bakugou, please follow me."

I get up from my desk, confused as to why Aizawa would be calling me out of class. I expect him to say something when the classroom door closes, but he doesn't. Aizawa turns and walks down the hall, giving a small gesture implying that I should follow; I only get more confused the farther we go.

When I notice that we are getting closer to the entrance, I start asking questions that Aizawa ignores. As we approached the door, I began to panic. My breath stutters when he opens his car door. Where the hell is he taking me?

"Bakugou, get in the car," Aizawa says when he notices I make no move to get in.

I swallow hard and get in, sitting in the passenger seat, "Where are you taking me?"

"To see (Y/n)." That is all he says before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

It feels like a ton of bricks have been put on my chest. Has she been found? Why am I being pulled out of class to see her? Did something terrible happen to her? Oh, fuck please don't be to say my last goodbye. No! She has to be okay! I gasp as tears race down my face. I grab my chest; it hurts to breathe. Please. Please be okay. I need you.

It's not until Aizawa places a hand on my shoulder that I notice we are parked in front of a hospital. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. No, no, no, no, why are we at a hospital? Aizawa is saying something, but I can't hear him over the sound of my sobs and ragged breathing. Aizawa grabs my face and turns me to look at him.

It took some time for Aizawa to calm me down finally. Once I'm calm, Aizawa says, "It's okay we are here for (Y/n). I don't know much, but she is alive and stable."

I nod, still shaking, and follow Aizawa into the hospital and to the front desk. The woman at the desk greets him, and he provides her with the information she requires for the computer. She tells us to take a seat, and the doctor will be out to talk to us soon.

I sat shaking my leg for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes before a doctor asked for (Y/n)'s dad. Aizawa and I get up and rush over to her. The doctor explains that (Y/n) was found passed out behind a park; she came in with many deep cuts all over her body that required stitches and a broken leg that needed surgery to repair.

The doctor continues talking, but all I can focus on is that she's hurt. I interrupt the doctor demanding to know where my girl is. She looks to Aizawa before telling me the floor and room number, and I run before another word leaves her mouth. I have to get to her. I have to see her.

Nurses and Doctors call for me not to run, but I don't listen. I can't stop until I get to her. Even though I was in such a rush to get her, I froze now that I was in front of her door. The fight and all my worries and insecurities flood my brain. What if I'm not the first person she wants to see? Maybe I should have let Aizawa be the first to enter her room. She would probably feel more at ease seeing her dad first instead of her dumbass boyfriend.

Aizawa's voice breaks me out of my thoughts, "What's the matter? You ran here, but now you stop with your hand over the handle."

I lower my hand and turn to Aizawa, "What... What if she doesn't want to see me? I was a complete ass the last time we saw each other, and she was kidnapped for days. I'm probably the last person she wants to see after everything."

Aizawa pats my shoulder, "Bakugou, if I know anything about my daughter, it's the fact that she loves you more than she loves her little space. You are the one who has helped her." Aizawa turns me to face the door once again, "I have a feeling that she'll be the most excited to see her daddy, not her adopted father."

I take a deep breath reaching for the handle, and with shaking hands, I open the door. I swallow the lump in my throat as I walk into the room. I feel like the wind is knocked out of me when my eyes land on (Y/n). There are metal rods in her left leg, her hands and writs are coved in bandages, and bandages can be seen under her hospital gown.

(Y/n)'s eyes fill with tears as she sees me; she lifts her hands trying to reach for me but stops wincing in pain. I hurry over to her immediately falling into caregiver mode. I sit next to her cupping her face, "It's okay, Princess. I'm right here and I'm so sorry for everything. I never wanted to hurt you. I'm so sorry for not protecting you and I can't express how sorry I am for saying such mean things and not realizing how mean it was. I love you, baby girl. Please forgive me and let me care for you again."

(Y/n) gives me a smile saying, "I love you, Daddy."