𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 [Katsuki Bakugou x Reader]

①① 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫

Your eyes fluttered open, finding yourself in the soft sheets of your bed cuddled up with a cow plush.

It felt like a dream, like you were still stuck on the back of that Nomu, like you were still tearing your body apart. You looked over to the night stand, your phone was on the side so you picked it up to check the location app you and Shota shared. He was still at UA.

'How did I get home... and why aren't I wearing my hero costume?' You stared at the floor, your one-piece outfit folded neatly on the ground with your boots.

You picked yourself up, crawling out the bed with buckling knees. Your hand gripped onto the bed frame, hobbling over to your night stand to check the mirror.

Looking at yourself you saw the slice along your forehead, a bruise coating your arm over the tattoo that reached all the way down to your elbow. You were wearing an oversized All Might shirt and soft black short, but didn't remember getting changed last night.

Your vision shifted behind you, still looking through the mirror. There was a blanket and pillow on your bean bag.

"I never put that there..." You walked over to the seat, grabbing the soft sheet in your fist and holding it to your nose. It smelt like men's cologne. "That isn't Shota's scent."

You pushed yourself off the wall, rushing your body to the stairs. Maybe the app was just glitching and Shota was sitting downstairs. Your body threatened to collapse on the steps, but you forced yourself up against the wall, keeping your steps quiet.

The sound of running water hit your ears, coming from the kitchen. You peaked round the corner but your vision was still fuzzy, it wasn't the same as when you were just tired.

You squinted your eyes, trying your hardest to figure out who the hell was in your house. But to no avail. One foot after the other you went through the hall, closing in on the person who invited themselves in.

"Go shower, you smell like shit." Your eyes widened hearing the hoarse familiar voice.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Your voice wasn't loud, your throat still soar from the screaming the day prior.

"I took your useless ass home since your dad couldn't." He turned to you, wearing black shorts and a grey shirt with no design.

"You went home after, right?" You begged he just left you to change yourself and you just forgot.

"I don't walk around at seven in the morning, with no shoes, shorts and no jacket in freezing weather you idiot."

"Where the hell did you sleep?!" You didn't want to be rude, he had helped you after all.

"Bean bag, you're lucky it was comfy." He rolled his eyes, turning to the stove and flipping pieces of meat you couldn't make out with your blurry vision. "Go shower."

You listened to his order, walking into the bathroom and seeping yourself in the hot water. You gazed over your body, various bruises and scratches left over your skin that were all shaped like triangles and squares.

"Why can't they just look like normal cuts?" You sighed, washing the shampoo out your sweaty hair and drying yourself off.

Next to the sink was a new pile of clothes. Bakugou must have put them in here before you came downstairs. You pulled the crop top over your chest, he didn't leave a bra which was understandable since he couldn't just loot all your draws. You slid on the boxers- 'Bet that confused him a lot.' You giggled, put on the sweat pants and dried your hair.