Bakugou x Marinette (sister's BFF)

Confessions and Realizations

Bakugou's POV:

The drive back from the amusement park was tense. Kanami kept glancing between Marinette and me, her expression unreadable. Marinette was quiet, staring out the window, lost in her thoughts. I couldn't get that asshole's face out of my mind, the way he looked at Marinette like she was some object he could just claim. The urge to punch him again simmered beneath my skin, but I tried to focus on the road ahead.

When we got home, Kanami announced she was going to bed early. Marinette nodded her mind elsewhere. I watched her as she headed upstairs, her shoulders slumped. I wanted to talk to her, to make sure she was okay, but the words seemed to stick in my throat.

"Night," Kanami said, giving me a knowing look before disappearing into her room.

I sighed and headed to my room, but sleep didn't come easily. I kept replaying the events of the day, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. Why did I react so strongly? Why did it matter so much to me?

I tossed and turned for what felt like hours before I finally gave up. Deciding that some fresh air might help clear my head, I headed downstairs and out to the porch.

 Marinette's POV:

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The day had been overwhelming. The roller coaster rides, the encounter with that guy, and most of all, Bakugou's fierce protectiveness. It was all too much to process. I turned over, hoping to find some comfort in sleep, but my mind was too restless.

With a sigh, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Kanami, and quietly made my way downstairs. I needed some fresh air, some space to think. I stepped out onto the porch, only to find Bakugou already there, sitting on the steps, looking out into the night.

He turned at the sound of the door, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. "Couldn't sleep either?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

I shook my head, wrapping my arms around myself. "No. Too much on my mind, I guess."

He nodded, and we sat in silence for a while, the cool night air wrapping around us. It was a comfortable silence, one that didn't demand to be filled, but there was something I needed to say.

"Bakugou, about today..." I started, my voice trailing off as I tried to find the right words.

He turned to look at me, his eyes intense in the dim light. "You don't have to thank me," he said, cutting me off. "I wasn't going to let that guy mess with you."

"I know, and I appreciate it. But... why?" I asked, my heart pounding. "Why did you get so angry?"

He looked away, his jaw clenching. For a moment, I thought he wouldn't answer, but then he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just... I hate seeing you hurt, Marinette. I can't stand it."

I stared at him, my heart aching at the vulnerability in his voice. "Bakugou, I... I don't understand. We've never really gotten along, so why do you care so much?"

He was silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on some distant point. "Because," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper, "you mean more to me than you realize."

 Bakugou's POV:

The words hung in the air between us, heavy with unspoken meaning. I hadn't meant to say that, but now that it was out, I couldn't take it back. I turned to look at her, to gauge her reaction, but her expression was unreadable.

"I don't... I don't understand," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "You're not just Kanami's best friend to me, Marinette. You're... you're important. And I can't stand the thought of anyone hurting you."

She looked at me, her eyes wide and searching. "Bakugou, I..."

Before she could finish, the door behind us creaked open, and Kanami stepped out onto the porch. "Hey, I thought I heard voices out here," she said, her eyes flicking between us.

"We were just talking," I said quickly, not wanting her to pry.

Kanami raised an eyebrow but didn't push. "Well, it's late. You both should get some sleep."

Marinette nodded, standing up. "Yeah, you're right. Goodnight, Bakugou," she said softly before heading back inside.

"Goodnight," I replied, watching her go. I stayed on the porch a while longer, my mind still racing with everything that had happened.

 Marinette's POV:

The next morning, I woke up early, my mind still buzzing with thoughts of Bakugou and our conversation. I decided to take a walk to clear my head. As I made my way downstairs, I found Bakugou already in the kitchen, making breakfast.

"Morning," he said, glancing up at me.

"Morning," I replied, taking a seat at the table. "Couldn't sleep either?"

He shook his head. "No. Too much on my mind."

"Yeah, me too," I said, playing with the edge of the tablecloth.

He finished making breakfast and set a plate in front of me. "Here. Eat."

"Thanks," I said, smiling up at him.

We ate in silence, the tension from the previous night still hanging between us. After breakfast, Kanami joined us, looking more awake and cheerful than usual.

"Hey, let's do something fun today," she suggested. "How about we go to the beach?"

Bakugou and I exchanged a glance, both of us nodding in agreement. A day at the beach sounded like a good distraction.

The beach was beautiful, the sun shining brightly and the waves crashing gently against the shore. Kanami immediately ran towards the water, dragging me with her. Bakugou followed more slowly, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched us.

We spent the day swimming, building sandcastles, and playing beach volleyball. It was a perfect day, the tension between Bakugou and me easing with every laugh and smile. But there was still something unspoken between us, something that lingered in the way he looked at me, the way he touched my arm gently when he thought I wasn't paying attention.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, we sat down on a blanket, watching the waves. Kanami was dozing off, her head resting on my shoulder.

"You know, today was nice," I said softly, turning to look at Bakugou.

"Yeah, it was," he agreed, his eyes meeting mine.

Back home, as we settled in for the night, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. Whatever was happening between Bakugou and me, was only the beginning. And I was ready to see where it would lead.

As I lay in bed, I thought about the upcoming week, about prom and everything that would follow. I didn't know what the future held, but for the first time in a long time, I felt hopeful.

And maybe, just maybe, I was ready to admit that Bakugou meant more to me than I had ever realized. But that was a confession for another day. For now, I was content to let things unfold at their own pace, knowing that whatever happened, we would face it together. 

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Hey everyone!
So I decided to post a chapter every day but in the afternoon as I don't have much time in the morning. So yea...Have a good day/night!