STRINGS // KATSUKI BAKUGO [2]

Chapter 67 // Temporary

You didn't count the time, but it couldn't have been longer than ten or so minutes before Midoriya came stumbling through the door, Bakugo pushing his way into the room beside his childhood best friend.

With how urgently they were moving, how out of breath they seemed, you were able to safely assume that no one, not even them, was told of your condition.

You didn't even have the time to tell them you were okay, still holding on, before Bakugo's hands were crawling up your neck and cupping your cheeks.

"I'm breathing," you assured as you slowly pushed yourself up into a sitting position before bringing your hands up to wrap around your husband's wrists.

He didn't speak a word as his arms curled around your shoulders, his hands settling on your upper back before they pushed you against his chest. He pressed his face into the crevasse of your neck, his labored breath warming your skin.

As you reciprocated the hug, you looked at Midoriya, who was watching the interaction fondly.

'He was worried,' he mouthed, which you raised a brow at.

Of course he was. There was never a moment he didn't worry about you, even back when you were thriving. You wouldn't be surprised if he broke, burned, or blew up something in the process of getting to you today.

"Aizawa said the plan is taking place in a couple hours," you said, right hand sliding down Bakugo's arm to interlock with his left hand as he leaned back.

"We were about to get ready before he called us," Midoriya explained. "I wanted to wait until we were on the field to do this, but I guess now is better than never."

Bakugo sat down beside you, draping his free arm over your paralyzed legs, which he began to rub comfortingly through the sheet draped over your lower half. It made you cringe that you weren't able to feel the pressure of my touch.

"Kacchan," Midoriya began hesitantly, "can you step out in the hall just in case something goes wrong?"

Bakugo looked at his childhood friend, eyes glossed over in abrupt anger as his lips became pursed in a straight line.

"You're fucking insane if you think I'm leaving this room."

His first words of the conversation were brutally harsh, and you knew he would've skipped straight to attacking the green haired boy if you weren't there to be the peacemaker.

"Kat," you said, your free hand coming up to rest on his left shoulder.

He turned, his eyes falling upon yours, which were immediately filled with a mixture of pain and admiration that washed away all of his anger.

"Just in case," you continued, "please."

A small huff exited through his nose, the hand of his that was interlocked with yours squeezing in reluctance.

You brought the hand of yours that was on his shoulder up to his neck, pulling him closer to your slouched body in order to pressed your chapped lips to his smooth ones.

Despite the discomfort your cold mouth surely brought him, he sunk into your touch, kissing you back with the same amount of passion he brings to a fight.

You pulled away, and he chased your lips, causing the ghost of a smile to flash across your face.

"Go..." you whispered, the hand that was on his neck traveling down to push on his back.

He stood, no desire to argue your word. He simply brushed past Midoriya, stepped out into the hallway, and closed the door behind him.

"I told Bakugo this same thing a bit ago," you began as you laid down, propping your head up on the mound of pillows below you. "There's a letter underneath my nightstand. I wanna make sure someone grabs it after I go, and only after."