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

Truth

I let out a big breath of relief as the car drove off, leaving behind the flashing lights. I felt as if we had to claw out of that building, practically everyone finding a way to talk to me as Katsuki and I made our way to leave. Then the flood of paparazzi that security had to push back, Katsuki who nearly punched the shit out of a photographer who asked me to take a too-wide step, while he lowered his camera.

I wrapped the silk fabric around my shoulders, not bothering with a seatbelt as I curled into Katsuki's side. All energy I had, to keep an appearance up, dropped immediately. Katsuki's arm wrapped around me, sensing my tiredness, letting my rest into his delicious warmth. 

With the silence of the car, the peace of that silence, the peace and warmth emanating from Katsuki, my eyes drifted shut. I opened my eyes, bleary, Katsuki gently unwrapping his arm, as if to pick me up.

"I'm awake," I sighed, rolling my neck and shoulders. It seems I have fell asleep for 30 minutes. Rika came to open the door and I slid out, wincing at the soreness of my feet, being on heels for hours after not wearing them for years.

Hobbling to the door, I threw them off the second I was inside, not giving a fuck if they were in the way. A second later, a strong arm wrapped around my waist, lifting me up into his chest, carrying me, taking the air out of my lungs.

"Change. I'll cook something," Katsuki rumbled out, taking me to our shared room. He walked in and gently put me on the bed. His caring actions tugged at me, at my heart, making me silent as I could only watch with widened eyes. 

He went over to my bag, opened it and threw some comfortable clothing at me. Then he unbuttoned his jacket, replaced his shirt with a t-shirt, and looked at me. Saw me sitting there, frozen, wide-eyed. 

For my heart was flipping all over the fucking place. Just... him being so calm and caring was something that struck at me, made my breathing shallow and tears burn at the back of my eyes. Made my heart feel full, near bursting.

Katsuki smirked, walking over to me. He stopped before me, his hand going to the bun on my head, gently removing the hairpins, letting my hair fall, brushing against the bare skin of my shoulders.

His fingers splayed through the locks, wavy from the hairstylist, before flicking my forehead gently.

"Stop fucking staring and get changed. Then help me cook and shit will go faster."

I huffed at him, swatting another forehead flick away. "Yeah, yeah, I got it," I grumbled, grabbing the clothes he picked for me with force. Chuckling to himself, Katsuki left the room.

I let out a heavy breath, looking down at the clothes in my hands. Tears blurred my vision, threatening to fall, to run my mascara and show just what I am feeling.

He deserves to know. If Katsuki loves me so much to be so fucking gentle and considerate of me, even now, the fucking least I can do is tell him the truth, my history.

And that will have to be tonight.

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We made a lot of ramen and some seared beef. I ended up getting called by the group, as they had been online all  night browsing for pictures that would inevitably be posted of the night.

They loved my dress, especially Mina. 

"Bad-bitch, money power vibes." She said. I burst out laughing, nearly tipping over the pot lf boiling water. 

We did not talk on the phone for long, since my mind was preoccupied and Katsuki and I cooked fast, hungry. The hors d'oeuvre were tiny, fancy little things that were not filling at all - and I didn't want to be seen as a foodie in front of everyone by stuffing my face with trays. I doubt I would have even been able to eat there anyways, considering how uptight I was.