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...
(A/N: Wattpad is having website difficulties so apologies for formatting/grammar issues. Also, 2-3 chapters are left until the end 🤍)
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part twenty-five
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Catching my breath, I let the waters lap against my feet. They couldn't reach me here. Not while we were together. Time played a capricious game with us, bringing the blonde idiot into my life only to tear him away. If only this room were one of those bubbles in time. Or like the fresh snow, untouched by others. A pool of still water, where everything stayed, and nothing changed.
I didn't want to let go of that. I didn't want to lose him again. But if I did nothing, I would.
We couldn't hide from our fate forever. Not in this tiny room of antiseptic, in the awaiting claws of the enemy.
After I patched my leg, Bakugo shoved his gear at me. "You can't be walking around naked like that, you moron."
"Does my appearance offend you that much?"
A quirk of his brow and the hint of a smile, as if he hadn't already touched and admired what lay underneath. For the time we'd been apart, hours for him and months for me, somehow, our banter hadn't changed.
He grabbed my ass through my tattered gown. "You'll just be a mound of flesh on this mountain without protection. Put this on."
I took his white camo coat and matching pants. The soiled remains of the balaclava were left tossed to the corner. Despite not covering his identity, with how drained and dirty and disheveled he looked now, I wasn't sure they'd still be able to recognize him as the resilient explosion hero.
Especially not with that gash in his face.
The blonde-idiot flinched at my touch. "The hell are you doin'?"
"Do you want to lose an eye? We need to clean and cover this."
"I'll be fine! I got the same fuckin' wound back in high school. Healed just fine."
"Shigaraki completely mangled you back then. Recovery girl said it was by some stroke of luck it didn't leave a scar."
His expression dropped like he'd seen a ghost.
"...How do you know that? Talkin' like you were there."
And with the confidence in my words, it was like he had. A ghost of a girl who he'd grown up with in a different timeline. One where we bickered, and battled, and struggled through our teen years. A girl he only actually met some years ago in the city, at our agency.
I hadn't explained the full effect of my time travel adventure to him yet. Only scraps and pieces through our morse code conversation. Enough that we could form a plan and that he could trust I knew where he had to go and what we had to do.
