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

Drink*

*4 star rating* - will tell you where it starts

I think I was obsessed. Even sitting at my gladly familiar table, trying to see if my cousin would answer the phone, my eyes were trapped on the wall that separated the bathroom from the rest of the open room.

I was showered and cleaned up, dumping my blood down the drain, and dressed in loose pajama shorts and a light t-shirt. Katsuki and I didn't speak on the way back, and all he told me was that I needed to bathe first and he'll do so after. And not once has he left my thoughts.

Not even when I texted Shoto and asked to speak with him tomorrow. And the same with Kyoka. I didn't have the courage to speak to them tonight, for I was afraid anymore crying on my part might make me pass out.

And I was fucking tired of passing out.

When the call failed to go through for the third time, I let out a deep breath I was holding. I didn't really want to ask Yuuko for permission to talk to Himiya right now. Especially when she might think I am not physically ready. I would do the meeting and I would consolidate my cousin.

But that can wait for tomorrow. 

I gently close my iPad as I hear the shower head turn off. My heart began a drum in my chest, one that I willed to go away. 

Of course, my heart didn't listen to me.

For there was so much I wanted to say to him. The guilt I had harbored was on the forefront, but  it certainly wasn't the only emotion within me I wanted to express.

I just didn't know... how to do it. I'm weak, my mind is too easily swayed right now, and I need blood.

And Katsuki smells so fucking delicious that I can't help myself if he gets too close.

But I will.

I need to tell him everything. And let Katsuki finally make a decision about me, whatever it may be.

I have to do it.

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BAKUGO POV

I could feel her eyes on my skin, soft caresses. It was something else I missed, just the way she looked at me. The way she smiled or frowned or anything really.

Before random people, I could act tough. I could scold her and act as if I was okay. To hopefully limit the amount of attention that could fall on her. She's been targeted enough, and doesn't need shit more.

But now that it's just she and I...

There was no hiding how I truly feel for her. The crushing emotions that warped from relief to anger to love to fucking worry. I was fucking all over the place inside.

Mira didn't need that. Didn't need me freaking the fuck out right now. Not when she's been attacked - again.

Again. Again she was hurt and fucking again I wasn't there to do shit for her.

I hated it. Truly hated it.

But instead of letting my shit emotions get ahold of me, I walked to the table, arms crossed, staring Mira down. 

It was... fucking wonderful seeing Mira awake and before me. To see her look up at me, to once again see an expression on her beautiful face, not only her gorgeous eyes. 

And those bright blue eyes, flecked with red, stared up at me with such a violent mix of emotion it was hard to decipher. But the clearest one was the fear and guilt.