𝒜𝓇𝒶𝒸𝒽𝓃𝑜𝒾𝒹 || 𝒦.𝐵. 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

Training with Best Jeanist left you exhausted. Your legs were sore, your head was throbbing and to top it all off, you hadn't been sleeping well for the past couple days. You recently had flashbacks of Isamu from looking in the mirror everyday and seeing your scar from the festival.

The next couple days were tiring to say the least but you developed new tricks and combat moves while training with Jeanist. You also had media training where you learned how to respond to certain questions and what questions you should leave unanswered. You did well, the lessons were more for your hot headed friend that had no filter.

It wasn't surprising to see how vile he acted towards Best Jeanist but you would think he would have at least some respect for a pro hero. Especially one whos training him. You of course took everything the hero said into account and put effort into the skills he taught you.

Hours started to go by faster as nights rolled in. You were texting Bakugou every day now with random conversation. Who knows, maybe interning at the same agency helped you guys become friends again. No. Not friends. Acquaintances. Barely even that.

You started to hang out and talk to Bakugou pretty often since you first went over to his house to tell him about Isamu. It wasn't like you guys were best friends, just people who tolerated each other. You tolerated each other so much that you gained enough trust in him to tell him about what really happened with Isamu.

You know what the first thing he said was?

"I told you so."

When he said that, you were actively crying from reciting the memories and harsh truths about Isamu's abuse and sexual assault. It was kind of awkward to say the least. You two were sitting on his floor, leaned against the frame of his bed facing the TV.

He was just sitting there while you sobbed through your sentences trying not to choke every couple words. Your makeup was melted off and you just looked a mess altogether. So guess what you did when he broke the silence of your sobs with his comment. You laughed.

It was a soft- and kind of forced laugh. But it made you feel better. He cracked a soft grin as he ran his hand through his hair but brought his palm back to his forehead to rest his head on his hand staring off into space infront of him. Probably thinking of how obvious the signs were and how nobody did almost nothing to help. Bakugou was a prick but he knew what drew the line when it came to situations like that.

"I knew you would say that." You said while wiping the mascara under your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater.

Bakugou didnt reply.

You noticed how he was lost in his thoughts as you turned to face him by laying on your hip leaning against his bedframe, tears still running down your cheeks. Slower than before.

"Im sorry. I know that's a lot to process, I shouldn't have dumped something like that on you all at once" You mumbled while looking down at the hardwood flooring. Paying immense detail to the grooves of the wood or the lines in which the dark brown boards connected.

You notice his arms move slightly, he shrugged.

"How else were you supposed to say it?" He asked rhetorically.

There was an awkward silence for about half a minute. But it felt like forever as your heart pounded inside your chest with anxiety.

"Do you have any... thoughts I guess?" You asked scared of what he was thinking.

"'Course I do. I just don't know how to put it into words." He admitted as he continued to stare at the specific spot of the metal TV mount.

You couldn't stop but let your tears continue to run down your face as you solemnly thought about what would happen when you saw Isamu again. You didn't know how he would react. And that is what scared you the most. His unpredictability. He could take it well or he could be on the brink of death trying to lure you into his trap once again.

Bakugou noticed your sniffles hadn't stopped. He looked over at you as your eyes were drawn to the floor next to him. You turned your gaze up to him as you felt Bakugou's eyes on you. Your eyes locked on each others and neither of you looked away. You studied his usually rude and standoffish demeanor, now faltered into a softer look of care and trust.

He cared for you and you trusted him.

Before you knew it you were already on the train headed back to UA from your internship. You had heard from the class group chat that there was a villain attack in Hosu. You forgot who mentioned interning there but you knew some of your classmates were involved in the fight. You unlocked your phone and went onto your messages app. After texting Mioko, you opened a group chat titled 'Class 1-A'

Kirishima: has anyone heard from midoriya, iida or todoroki yet?

Uraraka: Yeah actually! I called Deku
and he said everything's okay & that they'll
all be discharged from the hospital soon :)

'Kirishima' and 6 others liked a message

You: is everyone on their way back
yet ? or just us ?

Tokoyami: I'm waiting at the station
for my train now.

You: okay, me and bakugou are
30 minutes away from the meet
up spot.

The clicking sound of the power button on your phone followed by the subtle sound of you putting down your phone caught Bakugou's attention. He looked over to your lap with his eyes keeping his body facing forward and his arms crossed over his chest.

"What did they say?" He asked in a low but gruff voice.

You turned your gaze towards him, "Just updates on how everyone is and when they'll be back."

Bakugou nodded as he unfolded his arms and pulled his phone out from his front pants pocket. You couldn't help but be nosy and glance over at his screen to see what he was doing. He was just looking on instagram, you didn't know Bakugou had instagram. After a couple moments of hard deciding you tapped his shoulder, Bakugou averted his gaze to you without turning his head.

You motioned to his phone with your hand flat as if you were asking to borrow his phone. The confused boy raised an eyebrow while still having a tight grip on the side of his phone. You didnt budge as you held your hand out. Bakugou rolled his eyes as he handed his phone into the palm of your hand. You took the boxy rectangle into both of your hands and typed your user into the search bar. Bakugou never took his eyes off his phone.

Before you gave his phone back to him, you clicked on your profile which was labelled 'private'. 

"You don't have to follow me, but it would be fine if you did" You clarified shrugging your shoulders and drawing your focus back to your phone in your lap.

Bakugou didn't say anything in response.

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