𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝘬. 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶

nine.

It had been a full day since the chaos in the infirmary. Y/n was still unconscious, her body slowly healing from the trauma of both her intense training and the emotional weight she had carried for so long.

The room was quiet now, the soft hum of the machines and the steady beeping of her heart monitor providing a comforting rhythm.

Bakugou sat slumped in the chair beside her bed, arms folded and head resting against the wall behind him. He had volunteered to stay overnight, surprising both himself and everyone else. It wasn't like him to give a damn about anyone, let alone volunteer to watch over them. But there was something about Y/n that had gnawed at him since that day she fed the stray cat outside the canteen.

The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on Y/n's sleeping face. Bakugou glanced at her, his usual scowl replaced by something softer, almost contemplative.

With a heavy sigh, he shifted in his chair and finally broke the silence.

"I'm not good at this kind of shit," he muttered, his voice low. "You probably already know that, huh?"

His eyes stayed locked on Y/n as he spoke, as if hoping she'd wake up any second and roll her eyes at him like she always did. But she didn't stir, and the silence urged him to continue.

"I don't know why I stayed here," Bakugou admitted, his voice barely above a whisper now. "Maybe I was... worried or something. Hell, I don't even know."

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated by his own inability to express what he was feeling. The words felt foreign in his mouth, but he had to get them out.

"Ever since that day, when I saw you feeding that stupid stray cat... I've been thinking about you. A lot more than I should," he confessed, his eyes narrowing as if he hated himself for it. "I don't know why, but it pissed me off. You-" he paused, searching for the right words, "-you got under my skin. I started craving your attention like some kind of idiot."

He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees as he continued, his tone more serious now. "I wanted to know you better. I still do. And it's been driving me crazy because I'm not the kind of guy who gives a damn about anyone."

Bakugou's gaze softened as he looked at her, the vulnerability in his eyes stark against his usual rough demeanor. He wasn't sure if she could hear him, but the thought of her never knowing how he felt twisted something in his chest.

Just as he was about to say more, the door to the infirmary swung open, breaking the fragile moment.

"Y/n!" a sharp, commanding voice called out, filling the room with tension.

Bakugou immediately straightened, his expression hardening as Y/n's parents stormed into the room. Their eyes were cold, their posture rigid as they took in the sight of Bakugou sitting by their daughter's bedside.

"What are you doing here?" Y/n's mother snapped, her voice dripping with disapproval. "You have no business being in this room."

Bakugou clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. He didn't move from his spot, his crimson eyes locking onto them with defiance. "I was just watching over her."

"That's not your place," Y/n's father said sternly, his eyes narrowing. "Leave. Now."

The tension in the room was suffocating, but Bakugou held his ground for a moment longer, his mind racing. He wanted to argue, to tell them he wasn't going anywhere. But one look at Y/n, still unconscious and fragile, made him swallow his pride.

With a frustrated growl, Bakugou stood up, grabbing his jacket off the chair. "Fine," he spat, his eyes flashing with barely contained anger. "But I'll be back."

Y/n's parents didn't respond as he stormed past them, his footsteps heavy with frustration. But before he left the room, he paused at the door, glancing over his shoulder at Y/n one last time.

"I meant what I said," he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for her parents to hear. Then, without another word, he left the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

Y/n's parents exchanged a glance, their faces unreadable as they turned their attention back to their daughter. But the echo of Bakugou's words lingered in the air, a promise left unspoken.

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Y/n stirred awake, the weight of sleep slowly lifting from her mind. Blinking against the midday sunlight filtering through the infirmary's windows, she felt an overwhelming heaviness in her chest. She was groggy and weak, the dull ache in her muscles a reminder of everything that had happened.

As her vision cleared, her eyes landed on two familiar figures seated at the edge of her bed-her parents.

The sight of them sent a jolt of anxiety through her body. Their faces were stern, their posture rigid, as if they were sizing her up, waiting to critique her as they always did.

"Y/n," her mother's sharp voice broke the silence. "It's about time you woke up. We need to talk."

Instantly, her heart raced. The walls felt like they were closing in. Her chest tightened painfully, and her breath came in short gasps. A suffocating sense of dread began to consume her as memories of their harsh training sessions flooded her mind.

"You've been reckless," her father added, his voice cold and disapproving. "This isn't how we raised you. What were you thinking, getting injured like that?"

Y/N's vision blurred, her breathing quickened, and her hands trembled uncontrollably. Panic surged through her like a wave crashing down, drowning her in its intensity. She couldn't focus. Couldn't breathe.

The heart monitor beside her started to beep faster, its alarming rhythm echoing in the room.

A nurse hurried in, her face a mixture of concern and urgency. "Please, we need you both to step outside," she said firmly, looking at Y/n's parents.

"No," Y/n's mother snapped. "We're staying with our daughter. She needs to understand how irresponsible she's been-"

"Ma'am, you're making it worse," the nurse interrupted, her tone growing more forceful. "She's having a panic attack. If you care about her well-being, you need to leave now."

The doctors rushed in, one of them already reaching for Y/n's hand, trying to calm her down. "Miss L/N, I need you to breathe with me, okay? Just focus on my voice."

Her parents, however, stood their ground, their faces etched with stubbornness and frustration.

"We are her parents," Y/n's father argued. "We have every right to be here-"

"She's in distress because of you both," one of the doctors snapped, his usually calm demeanor slipping. "Please, for her sake, leave the room."

Reluctantly, after exchanging dark looks, her parents stood and left the room, their footsteps heavy with frustration. The door clicked shut behind them.

As they stepped into the hallway, their expressions still hard with anger, they froze.

Standing against the wall, arms crossed, and eyes burning with barely controlled anger, was Bakugou.

He was waiting for them.

The tension in the air was palpable as Bakugou's sharp gaze met theirs, and the silence that followed was deafening.

"About time you left," Bakugou growled, his voice low and dangerous. His gaze flicked to the door of Y/n's room before returning to her parents, an unmistakable challenge in his tone. "You're the ones causing more damage than you think."

Her parents bristled at his words, but before they could respond, Bakugou straightened, his arms uncrossing as he stepped forward. The tension was suffocating, the unspoken confrontation hanging heavy in the air.

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