❝Stars Aligned❞ » Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

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48 hours later and you were back in your shared bathroom, shoving a needle in your arm and watching the liquid disappear into your bloodstream. Then you were back to pretending like everything was normal and that you were fine.

Then another 48 hours passed, you repeated it again... and again... for over a week.

Bakugou continued to keep a closer eye on you, watching your every move, watching you disappear into your thoughts, into your phone and when he would ask, you would always give him the fakest smile he's ever seen.

And then he watched you step out of his car and up to Kirishima's building with this pained look that screamed something else. He tried to be patient, he tried to be comforting in hopes you would spill your secret but you didn't, not yet.

"Y/N!" You heard your name being called once you stepped inside the building, seeing Kirishima wave you down.

This was your third time being in this building since you've said yes to joining. You haven't done anything hero worthy, not yet anyway but there have been talks on doing a real mission and that made you more anxious than ever.

You offered a small wave back at him, the corners of your lips twitching into a half-hearted smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. The hallway lights felt too bright, the walls too close. Everything lately felt like that.. overexposed and intrusive.

Kirishima met you halfway, his usual grin wide and easy, but even he paused when he got a good look at your face. His expression dropped and his eyebrows knitted together in worry.

"Woah," he said, adjusting the gym bag on his shoulder.

"you okay? You look like you haven't slept in a week." You let out a soft, forced laugh but the panic was definitely there in your voice.

"I've just been... training a lot. Getting back into it." You lied and he gave you this look, that concerned older-brother look that always made you want to hide in your sleeves.

"Training, huh? Is that what we're calling it these days?" He chuckled slightly, trying to lighten the mood with a dumb joke.

You tried not to flinch. He didn't mean anything by it, just a joke. But your stomach twisted anyway, the secret burning behind your ribs was growing brighter by the second. Was it obvious? Can he see right through you?

The paranoia settled in immediately, looking over your shoulder as if someone was following you, haunting you and you shook your head. It's just the quirk, it's just the quirk. You kept repeating to yourself until Kirishima rested his hand on your shoulder to bring you back to reality, giving you another overly concerned look.

"Don't worry, I'm not overdoing it," you said quickly, stepping forward and into the elevator once the doors opened up.

"I just... needed to be out of the apartment for a bit." You breathed out, trying to focus on something.. anything to ease your decaying mind.

"Bakugou's been blowing up my phone," he admitted with a short laugh, pressing the button for the fourth floor.

"I haven't seen him this tense since.. hell, I don't know, UA final exams?" You exhaled through your nose at that, eyes locked on the glowing numbers above the door.

"He worries too much." You simply said, knowing deep down that he must know something or was that your paranoia speaking again?

"Only about people he can't stand the thought of losing," Kirishima said casually, leaning against the wall.

"So yeah. He worries a lot about you." That made your chest ache and your guilt expand.

When you reached his office, he unlocked the door and pushed it open with his foot, the familiar scent of sandalwood and protein powder hitting you immediately. You stepped in, setting your bag down by the door and glancing around the place, it wasn't even set up like an office.. more like a mini gym with a simple desk.