STRINGS // KATSUKI BAKUGO [2]

Chapter 63 // Reveal

You knew when Bakugo arrived as you had been sat in front of the bay window near the TV to look out for him.

You reached the door before he even reached the top step of the porch, pulling it open and releasing a breath you didn't even realize you had been containing.

"I would say this is the shittiest day ever, but that would be a lie," you stated, "and, even if it wasn't, I won't even remember this tomorrow."

Bakugo would've quirked a smile at your sarcasm some months ago, but your daily self-sabotaging remarks only ever reminded him of what hurt was to come no matter if you were trying to lighten the mood or not.

Your husband finished his journey up the steps and domestically wrapped his arms around your torso, dropping his head into the crook of your neck and inhaling slowly.

"Let's lay down..." he muttered, mouth trailing up your neck to find your lips, which he eventually placed a chaste kiss upon.

You allowed him to guide you back inside, chuckling at how he managed to kick the door shut with his right foot while still holding you gently against his chest.

The two of you headed over to the couch where Bakugo laid down, his head propped up against the left armrest.

He beckoned you to join him with a fold of all ten of his fingers, and you shook your head with a pursed smile before laying atop him, not having any other choice as you didn't have enough room to simply lay beside him.

You rested your head beneath in chin in the crevasse of his neck, loosely wrapping your arm around his waist.

One of his hands settled on your lower back, his thumb slowly stroking up and down, while his other made its way to your hair, which he wove his fingers through melodically.

His legs intertwined with yours, and you allowed yourself to completely sag against his body, knowing he'd hold you for as long as you desired.

"Everything's going downhill..." you whispered, "and I can't even be upset about it for more than a day. Everyone has to live with these things, and I just...start over every twenty-four hours."

"Not completely," he argued. "It takes you a bit to remember, but you eventually do remember everything."

"It's getting harder to," you admitted, "and there's less coming back every day. Most of the time, the only things I'm remembering are you...and Shigaraki."

You lifted your head enough to look into his eyes, which were already staring down at you.

You found this common. He was always looking at you before you looked at him so much so that you believed there was never a moment he wasn't admiring you.

"What if...all I remember by the time we fight is Shigaraki?" you questioned. "What if I think all I'm fighting for is to defeat him? What if I don't remember that I'm fighting to protect everyone, to protect you."

His eyes narrowed at you as he pursed his lips, not wanting to even accept such a scenario as a possibility, but it was more likely to happen than anything else.

If Shigaraki was mentally, and possibly physically, connected to you, it was likely he'd be the one thing stuck in your mind until you stopped breathing.

"Then...that's what happens," he reluctantly stated. "The important thing is that you keep doing what you love until the end, even if you don't know why you're doing it."

You released a small huff, settling your head back in the crook of Bakugo's neck as you closed your eyes.

You weren't terrified of death. You knew it was coming. What you were scared for was possibly not remembering Bakugo before your heart stopped.

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You awakened to whispering coming from above your head, but it was loud enough for you to hear.

"I can't just leave...do you not understand what's goin' on with her right now?...she doesn't wanna be left alone right now...she can't be left alone...Dunce Face I ain't comin'..."

"Coming to what?..." you mumbled, shaking yourself out of your sleep as you lifted your head to look up at Bakugo, who was speaking to someone on the phone. You supposed Kaminari from the insulting nickname.

"I gotta go," Bakugo said before abruptly hanging up, dropping his phone to the floor beside the couch.

You glanced out the living room bay window to find a morning sky greeting the neighborhood.

"How long have I been asleep?" you asked.

"Half a day," your husband stated shortly, hands falling to your lower back. "It's the next morning."

"Hm," you rested your head back in the crevasse of his neck. "What was that call about?"

You heard a small, nasal huff come from the boy, which was enough to cause strands of your hair to flutter and fall in front of your face.

"They figured out who the traitor is," he confessed.

You felt your brows furrow in confusion as you pushed yourself up and off Bakugo enough to properly look into his eyes.

"What traitor?" you questioned.

"The U.A Traitor," he answered.

There was a traitor at U.A, and you were never told? Well, you supposed you could've been informed prior and simply couldn't remember now.

"Who is it?" you asked.

"That sparkly bitch," he scoffed.

You swung your legs over the edge of the couch and stood, hands finding their way to your hips as you stared down at your husband.

"Aoyama is the U.A Traitor?" you said. "That kid couldn't kill a ladybug if he had a gun to his head."

"He couldn't kill a villain if he needed to," Bakugo replied, rolling his eyes as he sat up. "They want the whole class at the prison down town to interrogate him. He's being held in solitary confinement."

"And you said "no" to going?" you questioned, throwing your hands in the air to exaggerate your disbelief. "Why the hell would you not go?"

"Because you can't be left alone," he argued, standing to his full height. "I told Teach before he left this morning that I'd look after you while he got his jacked leg and eye hole checked out, and I ain't breakin' that promise, and that's not because I follow the rules but because he will quite literally kick my ass if anything happens to you."

"Fine, don't leave me alone," you began, the ghost of a smirk appearing on your face. "Take me with you."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"You're supposed to be bed ridden," he hissed.

"I'm not gonna be any safer than in a vaulted prison surrounded by heroes," you stated, already heading for the door. "Let's go, Hubby. I wanna get back before dark."

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