Crimson Eyes {{Katsuki Bakugo X Reader}}

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He slammed his lips against mine. I instantly stopped my fighting. i was frozen by his sudden action. My head started to spin from all the different emotions flooding into it. He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. My heart was happy being this close to him again, but i was angry. I was so angry at him. I had tried to comfort him, be there for him, and all he did was lash out at me and embarrass me in front of the whole class. Now he has the audacity to come into my home uninvited and try to act this way. I felt angry tears start to slide down my face. I felt like i was being used as an emotional punching bag. 

"don't cry.." He whispered lifting his head to look at me. He tried to wipe away a few tears with his thumb, but i quickly swatted  his hand away. This caught him off guard, making him step back.

"Don't," was all i said. He looked at me in shock. "I'm not your outlet. You don't get to act that way towards me, then come here and try to get lovey-dovey with me." I furrowed  my brows in frustration. "I don't know which is worse... the fact your doing this, or the fact i want to let you. I'm standing here telling myself it means being close to you i should let you. But i just can't. I don't want you back this way." He looked hurt at first, then it quickly shifted to anger.

"Funny coming from you. I distinctly remember you and i getting  a little familiar on that couch right there, then you up and disappearing out of my life without a word. You used me to get off, then decided you were done with me as soon as things got inconvenient for you." His words were tearing me apart.

"get out," i said in a low voice. He tried to step back up to me, and i clinched the wall out of instinct. He kept his glare steady. I swallowed the heavy lump in my throat. My anger was starting to fade and hurt was settling in instead. More tears started to pour from my eyes and i looked down to try and hide my changing expression. I heard him release a breath of air. He stepped back and i heard him pace a few times while my sobs started to grow.

"Shit. Shit (y/n) I'm sorry.. I shouldn't-"

"please..." I sobbed, cutting him off. I looked up at him. "please just go..." i whispered. I was on the verge of begging. His face changed from concern to anger again.

"Whatever," he said rather quietly. He stepped back towards the door, unlocking it. There was a pause. "Fucking forget Saturday," he said in a voice i couldn't quite understand. He stepped out, slamming the door shut behind him. I sank to my knees, finally breaking down.

After my little emotional fit, I sat alone on the couch hugging my knees. I had changed into some pajama shorts and an old loose sweater. I glanced down at my phone and noticed it was only about 5:45p. I sighed, brushing some hair out of my face. I then remembered Todoroki's number was sitting in my backpack. I slowly sat up and grabbed it off the coffee table. I hadn't bothered to go through my notes yet, so i just left it here. I pulled the small folded piece of paper out of my pencil pouch and unwrapped it. He had very neat handwriting. I quickly punched his number into my phone and sent a simple 'Hey it (y/n)' text. I readjusted on the couch, pulling my knees back up. Almost immediately i felt it vibrate in my hand. I looked and he responded.

Todoroki: Good evening. I take it this means you made it home alright?

me: More or less

I was debating on venting to him or not.

Todoroki: Are you ok?

me: In a way i suppose... Kacchan and i got into it.

Todoroki: Did he hurt you? Do you need anything?

I smiled down at my phone cause of his caring questions.

: No, he didn't hurt me. Just harsh words. I just need to find a way to clear my head...

he read my message, but he was now taking a minute to respond. I started scrolling through random news articles when suddenly my phone rang with him calling me.

"H-hello?" I answered awkwardly. My throat was a little dry still from crying.

"Hello (y/n). Are you busy?"

"Like.. right now?"

"Yes."

"No, my dad is at work. I'm just sitting here alone."

There was silence for a second then he spoke back up.

"Would company help you feel better?  I can bring some dinner if you havent eaten yet." I pondered it for a second. I didn't want to be alone right now, the silence of this house was overwhelming. Plus I didn't have the energy to cook.

"Sure, thank you Todoroki. I can text you my address."

"Ok, I'll be there soon." and with that he hung up.

It was about 6:40p when i heard a gentle knock at my front door. I muted the random baking show i was watching and got up. My knees popped and cracked when i started to walk towards the door due to sitting in one position for so long. I peaked out the peep hole, the unlocked and opened the door to a casually dressed Todoroki. The sun was setting some, casting a warm glow that radiated around him. I gave a shy smile. 

"Hi," I said softly, stepping aside to let him in. He obliged and i shut and locked the door behind him. He took of his shoes and i walked him into the living room. He set the bag of food down on the coffee table and sat down beside me.

"how are you feeling?" he asked in his usual deep voice. I sighed and tried my best to smile, but my emotions betrayed me. Small tears slipped out from my eyes.

"I don't know.." I whispered. He gently grabbed my hand.

"You don't have to talk if you dont want to. But you also need to find a healthy way to get the negativity out." I bit my lip and nodded my head to show i understood. I leaned my head against his shoulder. He went stiff for a few seconds, but then relaxed and gently placed his arm around me to comfort me. I felt my tears form into larger drops, but they kept coming out in a slow, steady flow. We sat like this for a little before i sat up, drying my face with the edge of my sleeve.

"Thank you, Todoroki." My voice was soft, but i gave a genuine smile, which he surprisingly returned. We stared into each others eyes, and started to slowly lean in to each other. Ours lips met and we shared a soft, gentle kiss. He was delicate. There wasn't any awkwardness, no raging hormones popping up, and  no dominance battle. Instead it was sweet and delicate. We separated and looked at each other, both of us with a dusting of pink over our cheeks. We were about to lean in for another, when suddenly my phone started to ring. Dad was at work, so who was calling me at this time?