debris 。< bakugou x uraraka >

look at me. [uraraka]

The next morning, my mind was whirling. Bakugou has slept in my bed, sleeping soundly as if he was a baby. I remember the words he said to me yesterday and my face heated immediately. What did he mean by it? Did it mean he'd be staying with me until break ended?

That send a shiver up my spine. I couldn't dare imagine the possibilities. 8 whole days at home with him? He shuffled next to me, drool sliding from the corner of his mouth. A tiny smile curved on my face as he breathed smoothly in his sleep. It must be a pleasant dream. I felt guilty for enjoying myself. Izuku was out there somewhere, captive by a villain. Hurting.

Thoughts like this made me feel immense pain. I felt helpless. A useless girl like me was expected to be this way. Why wasn't I good enough? "Uraraka..." Bakugou had one eye open as I turned to face him. His hand creeped over to grab mine and I fell next to him from the force he exerted. "you okay?" He didn't seem as eerie as yesterday; it was like he was reading my mind. I smiled weakly at his worried face. "Y-yeah..." "Don't lie to me." My eyes widened as he gripped my hand even harder.

I frowned at him. How was he doing this? He barely knew me. What was this drastic change he was showing me? "I'm fine, really." His eyes narrows and he let me go, getting up and leaving the room. Was he upset? I stalked down to the kitchen, preparing two eggs and a pack of bacon. I'd no idea where he went, but I feel as if I made him sad. He was just picking on me and Izuku days ago. He said we couldn't be heroes! Why is he doing this all of a sudden?

It made my head spin as I solemnly scrambled some eggs. He was confusing. "Hey." I jumped as he appeared behind me. "B-Bakugou! Don't do that shit!" He stared at me for a sec and I felt shivers go down my spine. He shoved his hands into his shorts pockets and turned away. He's seriously creeping me out.

I heard the crackle of the eggs hasten and I began to panic, abruptly turning off the stove. "Damn idiot." As I finished up, I brought the food to the dining table, where Bakugou had sat himself down. "Here you go." He yawned and sniffed the food lazily before picking up his fork and putting a small portion in his mouth. I sat next to him and saw his face light up as he swallowed his food. I laughed. "Is it good?"

He turned to me, face peach tinted. "Yes." He muttered. He ate his food quickly and with much delight, something I found very cute. I sighed and began to eat my own food. He paused and looked at me, face full of concern as he chomped on another piece of bacon. "You're not okay." "Huh?" I looked at him, face full of egg crumbs. I nearly choked trying to force my laugh down. He frowns at me.

"Tell me what's wrong." My eyes widened at his straightforwardness. It was as if he touched a spot in my heart. "Bakugou.." I placed my fork down on my plate. "Do you think I'm okay?" His eyebrows raised and he titled his head. "Whaddya mean?"

"Am I worth talking to? Is it worth it for me to live?" I sighed as his scowl seemed to deepen. "All my life I've had these questions... my parents abandoned me during my second year of middle school saying I was you know... not worth it. I've had nobody since then. Nobody but..." He stiffened as I was midsentence and seemed to restrain himself before sighing.

"Uraraka.. you're not worthless. You're very worth it in my eyes. When I see you I..." he paused as I looked at his face. It was full of many signals of confused emotions. "I think you're always worth it." I smiled at him. "Thanks, Bakugou." He flashed a soft smile back and nodded. I felt my heart begin to race as he did this. This calm, kind Bakugou was one people did not see. Why was he showing it to me?

But even with his words, I still felt empty. The envy others gave me, the fake friends and heartbreak from the past. I still didn't feel quite right. I got up from the table and so did Bakugou, though I couldn't quite pinpoint why. "I'm just gonna go upstairs, okay?" He walked toward me and stared me down. He sighed and took hold of my face, wiping the corners of my mouth. Bakugou?!

He pulled away after a minute or so and I opened my eyes. He was gone. "He really makes me nervous." I thought aloud. I dragged myself back upstairs. Maybe he saw right through me and my lies; maybe my pain was too great to erase from my face. But the way he looked at me made my heart race. His touch, the feelings he gave me whenever he was near was enough for me to melt. Did I deserve to feel such bliss after having my friend held captive?