K.BAKUGO X READER (Cover art by me)
In a life where I'd be safe in one moment and on the brink of death in another, I realized that he was the only force that could ground me. Of all the people in the world. My volatile co-worker. My menacing rival...
(AN: original illustration near the end :) also character note, I've noticed in MHA canon that Bakugo has a tendency to slap away hands when people try to greet him or help him up, etc., so, I wanted to make use of that for this story... It makes the times that he holds her hand feel more special I guess <3)
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part twenty-two
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Bakugo was visibly confused. But relieved at the same time. He held that earring close.
"...Y'know, I don't let just anybody hold my hand. Shit's dangerous. One wrong move and I could blow your arm off, if you're lucky... Only an idiot like you would have the balls to do that," he muttered, smiling to himself. "Now, cut the crap. What's going on? Where the hell are you?"
His question was answered by silence and the haunting glow of the earring in his hand.
"...Silent treatment? Really? Tch. Dumbass..."
Before he could simmer in the relief of being alive and not being alone, the toll of his wounds threatened to drag him to the earth. Bakugo sputtered, coughing blood into the snow. He was far from the only one. Others were injured, scattered across the tattered battlefield of white.
I could hear the recovery team approaching, their snowmobiles revving in the distance. I stayed close by my partner's side, keeping the crimson alight. He had to know I wasn't leaving him. Or maybe, I just wanted to feel like he was finally within grasp again. That I wouldn't lose my Katsuki too.
Our tiny, short-tempered nurse arrived, bundled in a coat that swallowed her. Even for a woman with such hard resolve, I could see the hope breaking in the eyes that peeked over her zipper.
...That brat. He gave her a hard time. All of the usual, "I'm fine! I don't want your help, runt-lady!"
The nurse swatted him, continuing to channel her quirk through her hands. "If you want to stand a fighting chance, then smarten up! They're going after the attackers from the lab. You're being sent with the remaining forces, so lay still and let me fix you the best I can."
"I don't have time for this shit - !"
"I know that!" she spat. " - But, too many people have died! We can't afford to lose any more. I flew all this way to save lives. Not to let others throw them away for stupid reasons - "
A hand grabbed the nurse's coat, ripping it away from her face, strangling the fabric.
"You want to rethink that?" he threatened. Unlike the boisterous, angsty tone with which he barked about his daily frustrations, with the calm in his voice, I knew Bakugo meant it this time. "A 'stupid' reason, huh? Say that about my partner again. I dare you."
