Hold me tighter, pleaseꨄ

✘Chapter Thirty Two✘

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1 Week later~

Since that night the blonde and the greenette hadn't spoken much.
Which is quite surprising considering they both stay in the same room, but both had been extremely busy.
Izuku was surrounded by all his friends he doesn't really remember, and those friends tried to constantly trigger some sort of memory.
While Bakugo, well he was just avoiding the greenette honestly.
After that night the voice had only gotten louder and harsher.

"Well Bakugo?"

Crimson eyes snapped up, he was at his weekly theraby appointment.
Funny enough this was the same therapist office Izuku use to go to before he got kidnapped.

"What?"

Jeez the least you could do is listen to him ass-hole.

"I asked if there was anything you would like to talk about?"

"Not really. "

Katsuki grumbled, his arms were crossed and he was laying back on the oversize couch that took up half of the room.

"Hmm, you know Bakugo in order for this to work, you have to talk. "
"Staying silent isn't always gonna be an option "

"Tsk, I know. "
"But I don't know what to fucking talk about-"

"Please try to refrain from cussing so much, I also have kid clients in the next room."

Crimson eyes glared at the fellow man in front of him, with his fancy button down and his slick back jaded hair..... it kinda reminded him of Izuku. Though this fancy ass therapist didn't have green eyes, instead it was dark purple.

"Yeah whatever. "

The therapist hummed, and Bakugo was just now realizing he didn't even know his name....

Wow.
What a fucking ass-hole.

The blonde gritted his teeth but said nothing.

"How about we talk about your friend Midoriya?"
"Aizawa told me, he moved him into your room in hopes it would trigger some kind of memory, correct?"

Bakugo only nodded his head in confirmation, not being a huge fan over the fact that this conversation was being lead to the one boy he's been avoiding all week.

"He said you weren't very happy about it, why is that?"

"Tsk, would you be happy that the boy you're madly in love with can't remember a single thing about you and is now living in your own room?"
"So even when you go to bed and wake up first in the morning that reminder will immediately be there!"

The greenette slowly wrote something in his notes, before sighing.

"You're frustrated. "

"No sh-... yes."
"That dumb nerd got himself in this situation, and now I'm the one having to deal with the backlash, and I can't even scold him for it!"
"Because he wouldn't understand why!"

"You blame him."

"You better believe I blame him!"
"If he would stop being a self sacrificial nerd all the da... dang time we wouldn't be in this situation!"

"But you also blame yourself."
"Because in your mind you're the reason he went out there, he wanted to protect you and then he got hurt."
"So you're not only angry at him, but at yourself too. "