Burning Love (Bakugo x reader)

Chapter 111

Bakugou's POV~

"Bakugou?"

She said my name with a mixture of emotions that I can't exactly figure out, but just the sound of her voice causes my shoulders to relax slightly and I'm reminded why I'm here in the first place. She looks thinner than the last time I saw her which is concerning since it was only 2 weeks ago. The dark bags under her eyes clear as day and her hair in a messy ponytail tell me everything I need to know about how she's been.

I hate seeing her this way but on the other hand it's a relief to even see her at all.

"Expecting someone else?" I say, putting my hands in my pockets, not wanting to show my desperation too much and trying to break the awkwardness. She quickly unfreezes and shuts the door the moment I begin to speak.

"What are you doing here? Did anyone see you? How did you get here?" She asks, completely ignoring my comment. She looks panicked and still surprised that I'm in her room of all places.

"What? Did you think yelling at me one time was enough to get rid of me?" I ask rhetorically, taking a step towards her.

"Kinda." She replies bluntly, looking away slightly and I have to do my best not to laugh.

"Well it isn't alright. I'm more pissed off at you not replying to my texts, or anyone's texts for that matter." I explain, giving her a look.

"You texted me?" She asks, looking genuinely confused.

"No shit! You just fucking leave me there like and idiot thinking I can just stop caring about you after one fight!" I admit, getting a little heated.

"Shhh! My sister might hear you." She scolds and I let out a huff in annoyance. "My father had my phone so...", she stops mid sentence, obviously connecting something in her mind, "My father had my phone! That's how he knew!" She exclaims, slamming her hands on her face with a groan.

I take this chance to take another step closer to her.

"What are you talking about? You're making no sense at all." I ask, clearly missing something.

"My father found out that...that we weren't just friends, and I just now realized it's probably because of you texting me. He must've erased them from my Home Screen so it looked like I had no messages." She finally explains, looking up from her hands.

"Aren't." I corrected her.

"What?" She asks, looking up at me confused. God, I missed her eyes. I look down back at her, getting lost in her eyes, for a moment forgetting what I was even going to say before speaking.

"We aren't just friends. You said weren't as if something is now different." I explain, taking a final step closer and reaching a hand up to cup her face. My fingertips barely make contact with her cheek before she pushes my hand away. I wince slightly at the sudden contact to my forearm, probably because of earlier training, but thankfully she doesn't notice.

"No. Things are different now. My father knows and-"

"And what?" I cut her off. "You want to pretend like nothing ever happened and ignore each other until we graduate?" I question her.

"Obviously that's not what I want but that doesn't matter right now." She answered, her voice slightly louder than before.

"That's literally the only thing that matters." I argue, matching her tone. "I..." I take a breath and try to keep my voice down. "These 2 weeks without you were the worst. I was so fucking worried because you wouldn't answer and I couldn't even sleep right, and...and I couldn't get you out of my head the wole damn time." I let my thoughts flow out my mouth for the first time and confess my actual feelings.

There's a small moment of silence where I'm looking at the ground, feeling too exposed. She stands in front of me in silence, I can see her fists clenched. I'm waiting for her to say something, anything...maybe admit that she's felt the same, but she doesn't.

"I'm sorry." She says in the voice she does before crying and I tilt my head up to look at her. Her brows knit together and eyes slightly glossy, she's looking away from me.

"No." I speak before she gets a chance. "We already had this fight and all it proved was that I still want you Y/n." I grab her hand in mine as I continue to speak. "You think I can just forget what you said to me last time? About how much you like me?" I remind her, feeling it hard not to grin when her face flushes a bit.

"But you don't get it." She replies, using her free hand to try and wipe away the tears before they fall. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me." She admits again.

"Look. I'm not weak. I can take whatever your Dad thinks he can do to me." I explain, reaching for her other hand and holding it in mine so I can pull her closer. "All that matters is what you want right now. If you really want me to go I will, but you have to look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me anymore." I say to her in a more serious tone.

Our chests are centimeters apart as I stare down at her waiting for her reply, taking in the sight of her face that I missed so much. All she does is look up at me and I can see her actively thinking about what to do.

"Go on." I say, slowly bringing my face closer to hers, hoping to help her decide. "Tell me to leave." I whisper, connecting my lips with her cheek, she's so flustered that it felt hot against my lips and I can feel her begin to give in. "Or you can tell me to stay." I suggest, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes.

The mixture of emotions on her face is a little scary. I try my best not to show how concerned I am that she'd actually tell me to leave. I'd probably have to resort to begging if she did tell me to leave but she can't know that just yet.

She lets out a groan and my heart starts racing, that is until she lays her head on my chest and I feel her arms snake around my torso as she lets out a deep sigh.

"I want you to stay." She whispers, as she nuzzles her face into me. I wrapped my arms over her instantly and rested my head on top of hers.

Thank God. I won.