"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 6th, Wednesday - 11:28 am
You sat in the waiting room, hands clasped together in your lap, fingers tugging at the edge of your sleeves.
Your leg hadn't stopped bouncing for the past ten minutes—foot tapping a restless rhythm against the floor as your thoughts ran faster than your heartbeat.
The chair felt stiff.
The air too still.
Everything was just a little too quiet.
You glanced at the clock.
Only two minutes had passed since the last time you looked.
Beside you, Bakugo sat quietly.
Arms crossed, legs spread slightly, posture relaxed.
Or at least pretending to be.
He hadn't said much since you both walked in—just sat with you, kept the space grounded.
But when his eyes slid sideways to you and stayed there for a beat longer than usual, you knew he'd noticed.
You rubbed your thumb over your knuckle again.
Then again.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Your leg bounced a little harder.
Without a word, Bakugo reached over and placed a hand gently on your knee—not firm, just enough to stop the motion.
Your leg stilled immediately, and your eyes flicked to his hand, then up to meet his eyes.
"You're spiraling," he said, low and steady. "Ease up."
You took a breath. "I know," you murmured. "I'm just—thinking too much, I guess."
He raised a brow. "You don't say."
You rolled your eyes faintly, a shaky breath slipping out with a half-laugh. "I thought I was good this morning. I was so sure. And now I feel like I'm about to puke."
He pulled his hand back but didn't look away. "You're not gonna puke."
"Maybe not, but—God, my stomach's doing somersaults."
"Tch." He tilted his head slightly. "You already did the hard part. You're here."
You nodded slowly, still trying to calm the storm building in your chest.
Bakugo continued, voice low. "You walk through that door, say what you need to say—doesn't have to be pretty. Doesn't have to be perfect. Just honest. That's it."
