Dark Reciprocation (Katsuki Bakugo x OC)(Villain Bakugo)

Chapter 48

Later that evening, after the group meeting, Rose makes her way to Bakugo's room. The tension from their earlier conversation is still lingering, and she's not about to let it go. She knocks on the door before pushing it open, her frustration evident in the way she steps inside. Bakugo is sitting on the edge of his bed, still brooding over the mission and the argument they had.

She shuts the door behind her, crossing her arms as she stares at Bakugo. "We need to talk," she says, her voice sharp but not unkind. She knows he's trying to protect her, but that doesn't mean she's going to let him sideline her. "What the hell was that earlier? You can't just keep me out of missions like that."

Bakugo looks up, his expression hardening. He's not in the mood for this, but he knows she's not going to drop it. "I'm not keeping you out," he snaps, standing up from the bed. "I'm making sure you don't get yourself killed."

Her eyes flash with frustration. "I'm not some weakling who needs to be protected, Bakugo!" she retorts, stepping closer to him. "You can't treat me like I can't handle myself out there."

The tension between them escalates, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Her heart is racing, and she can see the storm brewing in Bakugo's eyes, but she refuses to back down.

Bakugo clenches his fists, his anger and frustration boiling over. "You don't get it, do you?" he shouts, his voice rough with emotion. "It's not about you being weak. It's about how much I care about you! I can't just sit there and watch you get hurt again!"

The force of his words hits her like a punch, and for a moment, she's speechless. She hadn't expected him to say it outright—to admit how much he cares. Her anger falters, replaced by a flicker of vulnerability. "Bakugo..." she whispers, her voice softening.

Bakugo's breathing is heavy, his chest rising and falling as he stares at her. His usual bravado is gone, replaced by something raw and real. "I can't lose you, Rosalia," he says quietly, his voice strained. "I care about you more than I know how to say."

She feels her chest tighten, her own walls crumbling as she steps closer to him. "I care about you too," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in his eyes mirrors her own, and before she can stop herself, she reaches out, her hand resting gently on his arm.

The tension between them shifts, the anger giving way to something deeper. Bakugo's hand moves to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies are nearly touching.

Bakugo's heart is pounding, his head spinning with everything he's just said. He's not used to this—letting his emotions out in the open like this. But when he looks at her, all he feels is the need to be close to her. Without thinking, he leans in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss.

Rose's breath catches as their lips meet, her hand sliding up to rest against his chest. The kiss is slow. She deepens the kiss, her heart swelling with the knowledge that Bakugo feels the same way.

After a few moments, they pull back slightly, their foreheads resting against each other as they catch their breath. Her hand remains on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm.

She swallows, her voice soft as she finally asks the question that's been lingering in the back of her mind. "What are we, Bakugo?" she whispers, her eyes searching his. "I need to know... what this is between us."

Bakugo hesitates, his mind racing. He's never been good at labels, never been the type to put his feelings into neat little boxes. The thought of defining what they are makes him uncomfortable—he's not used to this kind of vulnerability. "I don't know," he mutters, his voice low. "I'm not good with this stuff, Rosalia."

Rose nods, understanding flickering in her eyes. She's not asking him to figure it all out right now—she just wants to know where they stand. "We don't have to put a label on it," she says softly, her hand squeezing his gently. "But I need to know that this—whatever this is—means something to you."

Bakugo's gaze softens as he looks at her, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "It does," he admits, his voice rough but sincere. "It means a lot, Rosalia. I just... need time to figure this out."