BakugoxReader Love At First Sight

pt12

[AN:......ahaha....here's a lowkey filler for you guys I just got the idea last night and wrote it on my way to the beach which was 5 hours but to be fair I was doing other stuff on my phone for 2 or 3 hours, anyways, I wrote you around 1489 words or more for you guys soooo enjoy pls I had no intentions in coming back to this but here I am LMAO]

It's been a few weeks since I had the dream of my sister telling me she was coming to kill the person I loved most. Everyone had been on paranoid, and very tense the past few weeks. But nobody was as paranoid as Bakugo and myself.

I'd constantly remind him to lock his windows and shut his blinds, and lock his door when he sleeps. Sometimes he'd come to my room and we'd fall asleep in eachothers arms, but nit before we locked my windows, shut the curtains, and locked my door.

I'd be the one visibly showing my paranoia, checking multiple times if something was locked, and if it wasn't I'd lock it, and double check just incase. Bakugo didn't visibly show it all the time, he'd tell me everything would be fine, and that I could relax a little. Although it seemed like his body temperature had increased as if he was preparing for a sudden attack.

But nothing happened for a few weeks. Everyone was still skeptical, and slightly paranoid.

Today, me and bakugo were walking from the dorms to school.

While we were waiting for the sign to turn green for walkers, a child and it's mother were at the front of a gaming shop, where you could buy video games, electronic devices for streaming, playing video games, and mutch more devices, along with diffrent consoles.

The kid looked to be 10, and was a boy. He was pulling on his mother's arm infront of the big glass window that peered into the shop, while his mother was trying to walk away from the shop, but was helpless.

"Mom! Just buy me Rust! I already asked kindly old hag, just get me the game now!" The kid yelled.

"Honey, I didn't bring much money with me, and that game is way too violent for a kid your age to be playing. Daddy's at home waiting for us, he's probably getting worried-"

"I don't care if that old fuck is waiting. He can be patient!"

"Hey, stop being such a bitch. Your mother clearly said she didn't bring enough money for the game that is obviously to inappropriate for a kid your age, your mother is trying her best to raise you into a sivilized human being, and here you are whining like a little bitch, talking shit on your dad, and being a asshole to your mother, cursing at her like that, you have no right to talk to her in that way" I said walking up to them, eyeing the child.

I looked at the mother.
"You're failing as a mother, I respect you being kind, gentle and patient with him even when he's acting like a total bitch to you, but you should really discipline him, punish him for doing something bad, like how he was acting just now, if I talked like that to my mother I'd have a slap to the face, soap in my mouth sitting in a corner for 5 minutes, and my electronics taken for a week. You can't let a kid talk to you in such a way, if you keep putting up with it he will grow up to be someone expecting things to be given to him on a silver platter without doing any work to earn it." I said to the mother. The kid stuck the middle finger up at me.

"Did you know that if you stick that finger up 3 times that you could disappear from the universe?" I said to the boy.

He looked scared and flung his hand down. A few minutes of talking to the mother bakugo eventually joined, we said goodbye and we went on our way. The crosswalk light turned green, bakugo stepped off ahead of me, I followed behind him.

A car sped through the intersection really fast, it seemed to ignore the red light, and sped towards bakugo. My breath hitched as I seen the sight. The car hit bakugo, and because of how fast they were going, he flew up on the windshield followed by grunts of pain as he rolled off the windshield and onto the roof of the car then to the ground. It was like his body had gon ragdoll.

I stood there as I processed what happened, once I did I sprinted over to his limp body tears already flooded my vision. Suddenly it went black.

"My, my, that certainly was a sight was it not?" A voice said.

"W-what?-" I questioned.

"Wow, can't even remember your dear sister?" The voice said.

"I wish I forgotten about you! This has gone to far! Bakugo had nothing to do with any of this family bullshit! Why did you have to get him involved! For heavens sake you hit him with a car at high speed what is wrong with you!?"

"Well.. I wish I could say that hurt. But seeing him on the road looking like roadkill is just boosting my happiness right now.
I was never able to keep you from getting everything you wanted, I sure did stab the fuck out of you at your class doorms, but that was to merely show you the pain I feel being apart of this family, but I gave you that pain physically. Now I took the life of the guy you love, and that is a accomplishment in revenge. You take away my happiness, always being the favorite, always being buttered up. Well, I put an end to that, you got a boyfriend and I took his life away from him before your very eyes. God it's just sooooo memorizing."

"He's not dead.."

"Oh, but see, that's where you're wrong. I just hit him with a car, which is metal, going at 97 miles per hour(real life that's pretty fast but it's actually pretty normal, I'm driving to the beach and we haed 70 miles to go. So yeah- I'm also looking at how fast it looks and it's pretty fast but yk) he's dead. Wake up to reality, you can't get what you want all the time. I'm here to learn that lesson in life. Get your head out of your ass and realize you're not God"

All of a sudden I see bakugo, in the same position on the pavement, my eyes still flooding my cheeks with salty tears, people surrounding me and bakugo, and sirens in the background. But I didn't care about all that.

I had one thing on my mind.

Is he dead? Is he alive? Will he make it? Will he be okay? Was my relationship with bakugo that threatening to the universe that it had to constantly put us into a hospital room hooked up to machines for weeks? But even if that's true, how come every time I got put in the hospital with a serious injury, like the stab wound in my abdomen was harsh, but I survived clearly. Was God having mixed opinions on our relationship? Or was it fate doing this to us? Whoever is responsible for these often hospital visits lasting atleast 4 weeks, as healing treatment continued for another 2 weeks after, is really getting on my nerves and at this point I'm pissed at whatever is causing all this hospitalization continuously. It's so uncomfortable having a needle in your wrist, pump blood into your veins for hours stretched out into 4 weeks. It's like feeling the vaccine your doctor gives you to prevent you from getting the flu, sticking a needle far into your arm and shooting liquid inside your body system feels cringy and disturbing. Once I had an appointment to get the flu shot, she counted to 3 and literally penetrated my arm with the needle, then shot the liquid in my arm with so much force on the syringe that you push to get the liquid out, like some ghost or entity just showed up and said "hey, penetrate her arm with the needle, then press on the syringe pushy thing and get the liquid out and into her arm as fast as possible". Haha. Yeah, fuck you Lizzy, my arm was swollen and hurt like a bitch for a week! I just deeply hate whatever makes our fate multiple visits to the hospital. Needles aren't my friend, I'm not scared of them, but because of Lizzy and her horrible nursing skills, I dislike needles deeply.

But seriously, will he be okay? Is he alive, and will he make it?? He's bragged way to much, it would be depressing if he died because he got hit by a car. It would also be depressing because I love that angry pomeranian with all my heart, and if he doesn't make it, I'm not sure how ill cope with things after that.