Blood and Air |The Sequel| {Bakugo X FemOC}

Failed Capture

*Will be a little bit of gore in this chapter, but will be over with quickly and not super descriptive*

That evening, I sat on the sofa, staring at something playing on the tv, legs curled up and hugged by my arms. My mind was too busy to take in the moving colors and talking people.

I tried running, but my legs collapsed and Takami dragged me to sit on the sofa. Lyria went to get some clothes for me, so it was just Takami and I in his apartment.

While I just wanted to be with Katsuki and everyone, I knew the second I saw them what type of decision I would make. Of course, with a choice of this magnitude, being logical was the best - I just hated it.

"Go to bed. You need to rest," Takami called out to me, walking from his room into the main space, getting water. I tossed him a glare.

"I've been sleeping for fucking 35 days. I think I've slept enough," I retorted, though I was tired. Funny how that works.

He smirked as he grabbed cold water from the fridge, twisting open the bottle cap.

I had to admit, he was good looking, even in 'civilian' clothing. I felt a smidge bad for making his front golden locks uneven, but it didn't take away from his handsomeness. 

Though Katsuki and Shoto were still Number 1 and 2 in my book.

But...

Why was I here, in his apartment. I know it was him who helped save me and all that shit, but why? Why reach out to me and try to work with me that week in Tokyo? Why keep tabs on me to make sure I'm safe? Why put his own life in danger to help me? Sure, my problems involve a potentially nation - or world - danger event, but a big majority of it is personal shit.

So why is he involved?

And I asked it aloud.

"Why are you so eager to help me?"

The hero stiffened as he drank water, golden eyes glancing over to me before bouncing away. Smoothly setting the water bottle down and walking towards the cabinet, his eyes were hidden as he spoke.

"You are a special breed of strong that I haven't seen in others. Even if you had a mental break down, you still keep moving forward and fighting." His lips quirked into a smirk. "I respect that - a lot." He shrugged his wings, opening a new chip bag that I wanted to steal but was unsure if my stomach could handle. "Plus, your enemies are my enemies, with the shit they have been doing. And - well, that's some reasons."

Some reasons. Not all. But I knew he wouldn't answer if I pushed.

Though he did take me by surprise a bit. Respect me? Really? Special breed of strong? I don't see how. I just am vengeful, and refuse to become the evil they want me to be. Refuse to be made emotionless, a dog that only listens to orders.

I want to repay them back with my success in what I want, and, hopefully, in their very excruciating death.

I was just good at tucking this want for revenge away, ready to be put into use later.

Rolling my neck, I sigh. "I'm going to sleep." 

"I thought you weren't tired?" Takami mused, remembering how I told him I slept enough.

Scowling, I pushed off the sofa, not sure why but feeling as if he needs space. From me. Or I need the space.

"I didn't say that, I am just tired of sleeping. Now shush," and that was all I said, walking to the tiny guest room that was mine for the night.

To see if my mind and racing thoughts would overcome its own tiredness.

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