Marinette is a young girl from Paris. She was born in Japan though. Marinette doesn't have a quirk.
Marinette's dad left her and her mom when Marinette was 1 year old. A few years later, Marinette's mom started getting sick, so they moved back to J...
After I had signed all the paperwork, I walked out of the hospital and into the night. I walked home slowly, dragging my board behind me. She was gone. Gone. And I didn't even say I love you back to her. I'm the worst.....I- I let out another sob but kept walking.
Once I got onto my street it was pitch dark. I walked to my house and saw someone sitting on my porch. I walked closer and realized it was Bakugou. He looked up and stood up once he realized it was me. "Hey, I-" "Go home, Bakugou," I muttered and walked past him. "But-" "Leave me alone." "......I-" "I said leave me alone, damnit!" I yelled frustrated. ".....Text me when you need me." He walked away.
I walked inside my house and slammed the door shut. I threw my board and my Volleyball bag on the floor. My phone was beeping so I looked at it. Text messages and missed calls from my teammates, my friends, and my coach. We won the game and we continue to tomorrow. My coach said I don't need to come and I can take as long as I want to recover. I threw my phone on the couch and walked to the kitchen.
I grabbed a glass and filled it with water. I tried taking a sip but my hand kept shaking making me drop the glass and letting it shatter on the floor. I sighed and walked away to the living room. I flopped down on the sofa seeing my phone light up. I lay there with my legs hanging off the couch. ".......FUCK!" I yelled and threw a pillow hitting the shelf and knocking down books. I started sobbing and screaming. "Ma! Why!?" I screamed out and gripped my jersey. "Fuck....I can't....Ma." I sobbed and tried breathing.
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"Fuck fuck fuck." I muttered while gripping my hair tightly. I fell off the couch but gripped my phone. I turned it on and went to my contacts. I just let my thumb go where ever it wanted and pressed someone's number. "C'mon...pick up pick up." I panted and tried to get some air in my body. "Hel-" "Help me. I can't breathe, damnit! She's gone! She fucking left me! I can't do this! I can't! Why the fuck is this happening to me!? Why!? I...I can't-" "Hold on. Breathe for me, Blueberry. Breathe." "Bakugou." I sobbed and clutched my shirt. "I'm coming just take deep breaths." I heard clothes rustling and doors slamming. I heard him running. "I'm almost there. Just deep breaths. Please. I'm coming." "I'm scared! I need my mom. I need her. Fuck. I'm going to kill myself!" "No! No, you're fucking not! I'm here. Ok, wait!" He shouted at me and then I heard someone hitting the door. "I'm here! Open the door!" "I...." "Yes, you fucking can. You got this. Once you open the door I'll take all your problems away! Promise!" I sobbed and stood up on shaky legs and walked to the door.
Once I got the door open I fell but Bakugou caught me. "Fuck." He lifted me and let me wrap my legs and arms around him. I clutched onto the back of his hoodie tightly and cried into his neck. "I got you, baby. I got you." He rubbed my back and closed my door. "I got you." He walked past my living room and up the stairs and to my room. He shut my room door with his foot and walked to my bed. "I want you to change." "No. I can't let you go." I sobbed into his neck clutching his hoodie tighter. "Here." He sat me down on my bed but I kept trying to hold him. "I know baby. I know. But you gotta let me do this." He held my hands tightly and stared into my eyes. I nodded while trying to rub the snot coming out of my nose. "A tissue for you." he gave me a tissue and then went to my bathroom and came back with a wet rag.
"Here. Hold still." He gripped my chin and wiped my whole face. He then pulled off my jersey leaving me in my workout bra. He pulled off his hoodie and pulled it onto me. "Take off your shorts." I just took them off and he went and grabbed some of my fuzzy socks and put them on me. "Comfortable?" He asked while putting his hands on my knees. "Mhm." I hummed and wiped my tears. "C'mere." He lifted me from my armpits and let me wrap my legs around his waist. He wrapped his arms around my back and let me snuggle into his neck. I played with his hair, loving the softness.
"Can you tell me 3 things you can smell?" He asks me while walking around my room, rubbing my back. "Cinnamon......smoke...and vanilla," I mumbled and closed my eyes smelling his scent. "Good job. Tell me 3 things you can.....feel?" "Your soft hoodie......your soft hair.....and...I feel warm." I mumbled sleepily. "Amazing, Blueberry. Can you tell me 3 things.....you hear?" "Your voice....your heartbeat.....and the crickets..." I mumbled. "And 3 things you can see?" "My door.....my wall.....and....you." I tightened my hold around his neck. "That's my baby." He cooed making my cheeks heat up. I smiled shyly and snuggled into his neck.
Then I froze. She's gone. "Baku?" I whispered and hugged him tighter. "Yea, baby?" "She's gone...I didn't...." "What, baby? Say it. You got to let everything out." "I didn't say I love you back. I was so focused on the game that when he said she loves me I said yea yea. I'm terrible." "No...you're not. She wouldn't want you to be thinking like this." "But-" "No. She was sick, right? Be happy she's out of her misery and is now in peace.....safe....away from all the pain." "Really?" I whispered while letting tears fall down my cheeks. "Mhm. She's safe. Happy. Looking down at you. Upset that you're crying for her." "Ok.." "I got you. I promised your Ma.....that I'll protect you. Everyday. And I will." "Thank you," I whispered.
Bakugou's POV: "Mari?" "....." She fell asleep. I walked to her bed and gently laid her down. I tucked her underneath the blanket and rubbed my thumb across her rosy cheek. I wiped her tears away and kissed her forehead. I went downstairs and started cleaning everything up. Broken glass, knocked down books, pillows, her bags and board.
After everything was clean, I walked back upstairs to her room and I realized she was having a bad dream. She was tossing and crying silently. I went and climbed into her bed and pulled her close to my chest. "Shh shh. I got you, Blueberry. I got you." She was laying her head on my chest, with her arm thrown across my stomach. I had one hand in her hair and the other holding her arm across my stomach. "I got you," I mumbled and kissed her forehead.
