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

Home, Please

"Mira!"

I suddenly found it hard to breathe as his voice pierced my ears, swelling my heart. I looked up from the healing chest, looking past the crowd who were unsure if they should stare and video or run away. 

Running across the street, I saw three painfully familiar faces. But the other two drowned out as the ruby red eyes filled my sight, punched me in the heart with guilt and want and relief and -

And love. I never realized how painful love can feel - or, I forgot. But the relief and the soreness and my love for Katsuki broke a dam inside of me.

My vision turned blurry and fat, wet drops of liquid streamed down my cheeks. Tears. 

I was full on sobbing. Every emotion that I have been suppressing since I woke in Takami's fucking apartment was bubbling to the surface.

And everyone was going to get it on video - and I didn't fucking care.

I just needed to be in Katsuki's arms, to hold him tight and apologize for the shit I done. To make sure this is real and he is real and that he is safe and -

His smokey caramel scent hit me, made me salivate, before the warm, strong arms scooped me up and into his chest. Even with how I acted when I woke up, Katsuki did not hesitate at all to pull me to him.

And the sobs found their way out of my mouth as my weak arms encompassed Katsuki's hot, familiar body, digging my face into his chest.

I felt...

Safe.

For the first time since the camp, I felt safe once again. And that warm feeling, mixed with my love and the weakness my barely recovered body was in.

My face sunk deeper into Katsuki's chest. Words flowed into my ear, but a buzzing sensation muffled them. My hands weakened, slowly falling down to hang. The tears flowed but the sobs quieted.

I couldn't keep my eyes open. No matter how bad I wanted to be reunited with Katsuki - to hold him toght and apologize for everything and tell him-

"I'm okay," was all I could push out of my mouth before my consciousness slipped away.

I was fucking tired of passing out.

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I fell into a world, floating in a comfortable warmth and darkness. But it was removed, the intrinsic feeling of safety and love and warmth and comfort - and replaced with hands grabbing my ankles.

So many, too many hands, clawing up my legs, trying to pull my body down into the freezing cold behind me. Digging their nails into my flesh, forcing me down, away from the warmth. And with their hands were words that brought back memories of coldness - of antipathy.

'If you die, I will be in charge.'

'Business is no place for a hero-wannabe.'

'You can't feel or show emotion in this world of business. Especially with your status.'

'You can't feel or show emotion if you want to live, Mira. Be a perfect soldier for me, my perfect creation.'

'If you listen to me, you won't ever have to return to the business world. It can be even more dangerous and stressful than what I want for you.'

Those hands turned into bars, clamping me down against a cold metal. I struggled, fighting the constraints. 

'Come back to me, Mira.'