STAINED

Book 2 - Chapter 56 - Brothers in Arms

Bakugo POV

The rays of morning sun illuminated the room, lighting my face. I groaned. Did I not close the curtains last night?

I shuffled, the movement causing me to brush against warm soft skin that did not belong to me. My eyes fluttered open and I turned my head to the side to see a woman asleep beside me, her face peaceful with sleep.

My eyes traced the scene before me. Clothes lay scattered all over the room, empty champagne bottles littered about with toppled over glass flutes and... the scowl of a man with half white, half red hair as he leaned against the window. With the morning sun shining behind him he'd look like an angel, if it weren't for the furious expression he wore.
Shoto had his arms crossed against his chest, lips pursed in a tight line as irritated brows furrowed together.

I groaned.

"How the hell did you get inside my apartment?!" I scowled.

The girl beside me shuffled as my loud words escaped my throat.

"WHO is this?" Shoto demanded, nodding towards the undressed woman beside me.

I glanced at her briefly as I sat up. Her hair was cut into a shoulder length bob, her once red lips were smudged over most her mouth area, and yet she still remained succumbed to sleep.

I shrugged.

"Sophie... Stella..." my eyes narrowed carefully as I racked my brain for information. "Sarah? I think it might be Sarah." I said with a nod a bit more certain.

Shoto's glare narrowed further more.

"You don't even know her name?" His usually expressionless tone was far from it today as judgement and disappointment saturated his words.

I ran my hand through my hair with a yawn.

Shoto Todoroki let himself into my apartment UNINVITED and had the audacity to judge me for whatever I did in my spare time.
Kettle. Pot. Black?

Usually I'd be furious. The old me would have grabbed the pretentious ass hole by the collar and thrown him out on his ass, lit him on fire and strung up his remains for all to see... but that was the old me.

I was a shell of whoever that Bakugo was.

Now? Now I feel nothing.

I had thought that I was maturing over these last two years. I thought that Best Jeanist had really helped me control and simmer my temper. But the truth was, I was getting more and more numb each day. I wasn't handling my temper better... I was just feeling less and less.
And now? Now I was all out of emotion.

I know I should care that Shoto has invaded my privacy. I know how I should feel. But I just... don't. I don't have the energy to care enough to react or feel.

"Nope." I replied with a shrug.

Shoto shook his head at me with disapproval.

"Get up. Shower. Eat. Then we patrol." Shoto barked orders at me as if he had all the ego in the world, except I noticed how he adjusted his feet as if he were bracing himself for an attack. He thought I would fight him on this? He can't be all too confident then... but I had no energy to fight him or complain so instead I shrugged.

Shoto, after sensing my acceptance seemed to falter. His expression flickered with sorrowful disappointment. It was as if he wanted me to say something sharp, wanted me to react. But I couldn't give him that... there wasn't anything left inside for me to give.