"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" - 𝐊. 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨
𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨: This story is Slowburn, follows a couple of months after the epilogue and is accurate/realistic.
WARNING: My writing style is very detailed, so if you aren't into d...
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-2nd person pov-
December 3rd, Sunday - 6:48 pm
Your breath came in rapid, shallow bursts-air barely making it past your lips as your hands trembled uncontrollably.
Your vision blurred, your head spinning, and your chest felt like it was caving in.
You couldn't pull yourself out of it.
Couldn't stop.
You didn't hear your name the first time.
But you felt the floor shift.
Bakugo was beside you now, crouched low, voice tense but gentle.
"YNn," he said, carefully, his brows drawn tight. "Hey. Talk to me. What's wrong?"
You tried.
You really did.
But the second you opened your mouth, it wasn't words that came out-it was wailing.
Raw, broken sobs tearing from your throat, choking on your own breath as your body caved forward and collapsed against him.
Bakugo froze for just a second, stunned as you fell into his chest, hands fisting his shirt like a lifeline, like if you let go, you'd shatter completely.
He could feel how hard you were shaking.
Could hear how wrecked your cries were.
He'd seen a lot of things-chaos, destruction, fear.
But this?
This was different.
You were terrified.
You were hurting.
And you didn't even seem to know how to hide it.
He hesitated only a moment more-then his arms came around you, firm and protective, pulling you against him like a shield.
"Shh, shh, shh," he murmured, his voice low, steady, holding back the storm building in his own chest. "I got you."
You gripped tighter, sobbing into his shirt, soaking the fabric with everything you couldn't say.
He didn't flinch.
Didn't push you away.
His chin rested lightly on the top of your head, his hand rubbing slow, grounding circles along your back.
