Radiant | Bakugo x traitor OC

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Bakugo had left my house sometime in the middle of the night. Even with my constant reassuring that I was ok, he refused to leave until I was sound asleep. 

Even with the events of yesterday, we still had classes today. My aching arm screamed at me as I brushed my teeth. Looking in the mirror, I could tell the ointment was slightly fading the scar. Even though I knew it would never be gone permanently, the lack of intensity in the coloring was a nice surprise. 

As I got ready for the day, I found myself waiting for the static to appear and be sucked back into hell. I was sure Shigaraki had changed his mind and just decided to kill me, but it never came. As I placed the container of ointment into my school bag, I was certain of one thing. 

My life is fucked. 

As I swung open the front door, I braced myself for the bright morning sun, but not the angry blonde sitting on my porch. 

"Please dear god don't tell me you slept outside my house all night."

"What the- no. I went home. I just figured your dumbass might need help getting to school today."

Even though Bakugo hid his concern in his voice with his normal banter, his anxious eyes flicking down to my neck gave him away. 

"Awww, Bakugo. How kind of you to care for me. Perhaps you want to hold my hand on the way too?" I smirked over my shoulder at the blonde as I walked past him. As much as I teased him, it felt nice to have someone care. 

"Forget I was ever fucking here-" As he tried to blast past me, I grabbed onto his arm. 

"Slow down moron. My legs are killing me." 


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The aches of my body rapidly increased as Mina clung onto me. Her sobs created new migraines in my head. 

"YUI, I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD." 

I laughed as I plucked the pink haired girl off of me. "Sadly, I am not." I was aided by Kirishima in removing myself from Mina's clutch, only to be squeezed in an embrace by him. While the hugs weren't enjoyable at first, I would take them over the nervous glimpses the rest of class 1-A gave me. The nice ignorance of forgetting there was a giant scar on my neck was ruined every time someone casted a quick glance at it. 

A warm hand rested on the small of my back and lead me through the crowd of classmates. "That's enough of that." Bakugo stated. 

Class went on as normal for a few days. No mention of the events at the USJ were made, but the lingering threat still filled the air. 

Midnight stood at the podium at the front of the room. "As you all know", she brushed a large chunk of her black hair effortlessly over her shoulder "there are more important things to being a hero than just the combat.." 

"Hero names!" 

Squeals and excitement filled the room. 

"Today you will choose how you want the world to recognize you!"

We each received a board to write down our names. One by one everyone shared their slightly cringey, slightly cool ideas. I couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped my lips as I watched Bakugo's straight face announce he was to be called "King Explosion Murder".

 "Alright- thank you.. Miss. Ritsuki, what do you have for us?". My heart raced as I made my way to the podium, clinging my board to my chest, I was faced with the stare of everyone in the class. Reluctantly, I flipped my board around. 

Radiant

Bakugo's eyes traced the word written on the board before looking back up to me. The corner of his lip twitched upwards in a sign of approval. 

"Magnificent Ritsuki! Let's see who's next.." 

Midnight's voice trailed off as I made my way back to my seat. Just as I was sitting down, Iida made it up to the podium with his board. I zoned out as classmate after classmate shared their names. A tiny, crumpled piece of paper flew over my shoulder and landed on my desk. 

You really are Radiant, Yui.
       -King Explosion Murder 

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It had become our routine to walk home together, involuntary on my part, but nonetheless our routine. 

The cool breeze slaps across my face, flinging my hair in all directions. 

"Can you at least try to control the birds nest on your head?" Bakugo's failed attempts at swatting my hair out of his face made me laugh. 

"You know if you walked like one foot further away from me this wouldn't be a problem."

I know he won't budge. Everyday he walks far to close to me on the way home. To anyone else this may look like a budding teenage romance, but I know the truth. Guilt over causing harm to someone or blaming yourself for not helping them out of harms way can last forever. While I know there was nothing he could've done to prevent what happened, he will never believe that.

I did the normal check through of my house before allowing Bakugo inside. 
Instead of our normal spots in the living room, we take a spot in the kitchen, me on the counter, Bakugo sitting on one of the metal dining chairs. 

"So what does your mom do for work anyway? She's gone every night." 

"Well- uh.. She develops clothing for people with unusual quirks. Or people with disabilities."
Used to anyways. 

"And that job requires her to be gone every night?" A curious furrow of his brows tells me he's still thinking of more questions to ask. 

"Nah-ah. It's my turn now."

"Your turn?" He asked. 

"I answered one of your questions so you have to answer mine before you can ask me anything else."

With a roll of his eyes, Bakugo grunted in agreement. 

"What's your whole deal with Midoriya?"

His eyes narrowed and winced at the boy's name. That one struck a nerve. 

"I'm not answering that."
"You have too!" 

After his reaction, I'm even more curious to the answer now. 

"He was a weak, quirkless kid throughout school. Then suddenly he just shows up with a strong quirk? It pisses me off." Bakugo spoke into his lap as his grip on the whit mug tightened. 

"Why does it piss you off?"

A small grin formed on his rough face, "Nope. My turn."
"So how do you truly feel about King Explosion Murder?"

For what seemed like hours, we talked, answering each others' questions. Our questions went from playful and fun, to serious and uncomfortable questions bout eachother. 

"So- Where's your dad at?" Only Bakugo could ask that question as bluntly as he did. 

"Dead." 

The blonde held my gaze as sorrow started to spread on his face. He stood and began to walk towards me.  "I'm so-"

I put a small hand up, motioning him to stop "I don't need the pity, but thank you." 
Only Dabi showed pity and sorrow towards me after my parents passed. The rest of the league ushered me directly into training without a second thought. 

God, I hate how awkward silence is.

"Ok last question. Why do you walk me home every day?" 
The same red hue from his eyes started to become apparent across his cheeks. 
"I'm just confused since I know you hate me and-" 

Bakugo took another step towards me. Still sitting on my spot on the counter, Bakugo was now mere inches away from me. He braced his hands on either sides of my legs dangling off the granite. 

"I don't hate you, Yui."
The intense look in his crimson eyes began to melt away the tension spreading through my body. My gaze was locked onto his, as I watched his eyes sadden.
"I c-can't lose you.. again." The mumbled words barely escaped his lips. "I thought you were being tortured or killed, I didn't know. I was so scared. For the first time in forever I felt truly helpless." Reaching up, I placed one hand gently on his face. My thumb swiped away the dampness forming under his eye. 

I wanted to promise him that he wouldn't lose me. That I could be there for him whenever he needed, but that would be a lie. Inevitably, I would be brought back to the league after this mission is over. As much as I want to hope that this could be my life, I know hope is a dangerous thing for me to have. 

"Thank you, Katsuki."
"For what?"

I smiled a genuine, loving smile at him. 
"For caring."