Addicted Love

Chapter 9

After they cleaned up and got dressed, Shinso felt a wave of anxiety wash over him. "What did I just do?" he muttered, panic rising in his chest. "Shin, it's alright," Arisa urged, her hands busy rearranging the couch pillows that had been tossed around. "No, you don't understand! This wasn't how it was supposed to go..." Shinso replied, his voice low yet frantic as he paced the room. Arisa's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked, concern etched on her face. Shinso rubbed his temples, trying to regain his composure. He turned to face Arisa, who looked genuinely worried. "I was only meant to help you manage your BPD. What just happened... wasn't supposed to happen," he confessed.
Hurt flickered in Arisa's eyes, her heart sinking at the implication that Shinso might not truly love her. "W-what?" she stammered, her voice trembling as tears began to form. Seeing her pain, Shinso took a deep breath, his heart heavy.
"Listen, at first, I was just pretending to like you because I was doing your brother a favor. Once I helped you through your struggles I was going to come clean. Because seeing you mentally healthy was more important at the time. But, then I realized how messed up it was that I was leading you on. And I felt guilt. But then you started to get to me. You changed my perspective and made me realize, you're exactly who I've been searching for. You're the only person I've ever met that gets me. I love you Arisa... but, I'm afraid your brothers gonna snap my dick off if he finds out what just happened." Shinso explains, terrified that Arisa was going to react horribly.
Arisa stood frozen, processing the whirlwind of emotions inside her. Anger wasn't there; instead, an overwhelming sense of hurt consumed her. Lowering her gaze, she began to cry, her form shrinking into a childlike version of herself. Shinso's confusion deepened; was this part of her quirk? "Arisa?" he asked gently, concern lacing his voice. Overwhelmed, she pushed past him and bolted out the front door, with Shinso trailing after her. "Arisa!!" he shouted, desperation in his tone, but she didn't stop until she reached her home. Once on her porch, she rushed inside, leaving Shinso standing in the yard, too anxious to approach. Realizing she needed space, he turned away, hoping they both could find calm amidst the chaos of their emotions tomorrow.

Arisa dashed past her oblivious parents in the kitchen and slammed her bedroom door shut upstairs, releasing a wailing cry. This immediately caught Bakugo's attention for he had been trying to locate her for the past several hours.

As soon as he heard the loud bang of her door, Bakugo sprang into action, not bothering to knock as he stormed into her room.
"GET OUT!!" Arisa's voice pierced the air, her frustration palpable as she hurled a shoe at him with all her might.
With quick reflexes, Bakugo caught the shoe mid-flight, slamming the door behind him to block out the chaos. He dropped the shoe to the floor, his expression shifting from annoyance to concern.
"Oh hell no. You're going to spill what's going on!" Bakugo demanded, his instincts telling him something was very wrong with her.
"I- I SAID GET OUT KATSUKI!!" Arisa wailed, doubling over as if the weight of her emotions was too much to bear. Her stomach twisted painfully from the stress, and Bakugo could see the anguish etched across her face.
Without hesitation, he rushed to her side, reaching out to steady her, but she recoiled, slapping at him in desperation.
"I SAID STOP!! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!!" Her screams echoed in the small room, filled with turmoil.
Determined to help, Bakugo grabbed her tiny wrists, his grip firm yet gentle. "No, LET GO!!!" she cried, her eyes wide with panic. He noticed the beanbag chair behind her and, using his strength, pulled her up off the floor by her arms, her feet dangling due to her small size and guided her down until she sank into its softness. He held her arms firmly, ensuring she wouldn't hurt herself or lash out at him.
"Arisa..." he said, his voice low and steady, searching her tear-filled eyes for answers. "What happened?"
But all she could do was sob, the words trapped in her throat.
Bakugo felt a surge of frustration mixed with worry. He didn't understand the situation, but he was determined to uncover the truth.
His anger flared as he stood up, the tension in the room thick. He stormed out of her room, slamming the door behind him, and grabbed his phone, dialing Shinso with a sense of urgency.
Shinso, already on his way home, glanced at his phone, recognizing Bakugo's name flashing on the screen.