The Faker (Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

Chapter 10

"Where the hell am I..." I mumbled to myself as I stopped and looked around. I tried to look at my phone... It was dead. My energy level felt as low as my phone battery. I wish I would have paid more attention to how we got to her house but I didn't think that far ahead at the time.

Bumping into someone caught me off guard and off balance. I stumbled a few steps and looked back to apologize. "Sorry, I-" The drunken stranger cut me off and grabbed me by the collar. "You sure as hell are sorry if you think you can run into someone like me." He slurred. His breath reeked of liquor to the point it stung my eyes. "Look. I said I was sorry now let me go." I tried to shove him off, this only made him laugh in my face. "Ha! What's wrong little boy? Do you have to get back to Mommy? Is it past your curfe-" I cut his mockery short as I brought my knee up to his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

This however wasn't the most effective thing. He tightened his grip on my shirt and raised his other fist. "Now you're gonna get it." I closed my eyes, accepting my fate and braced for the impact.

"Leave him alone." A familiar voice and lack of pain made me open my eyes. I saw none other than Bakugou standing at my side with his hand gripping the drunk's fist. "Who the hell are you?" The older man slurred out and tried to pull his hand away. Bakugou let go, causing the man to stumble back. "Hmph whatever." The stranger seemed to have lost interest and hobbled off into the darkness of the night.

It was at this point that I felt my vision blurring out and my body feeling extremely heavy, but also light as a feather. There was a distant pain in my shoulders, but I couldn't focus on that, or on anything else for that matter. My vision was pulsing in and out, and it felt like the world was swaying. I could tell Bakugou was trying to say something to me but I couldn't make out the words that left his lips. 'Was he shaking me? God I'm so tired...' Everything happening felt like it was in another universe, and I was just looking in.

(Bakugou POV)

"Hey. (L/n). What the hell is wrong with you?" I had both my hands on his shoulders and it felt like I was holding up most of his weight. "Shithead." I shook him a bit. His eyes were barely open. His head dropped forward and he started to lean into me. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?" I grumbled to myself as I looked down at him leaning into my chest.

I shook my head as I felt my cheek heat up and my heart started beating faster. I groaned and maneuvered him onto my back. I looked up at the road signs and tried to figure out where I should take him. "I don't want to take him to my house, mom will ask too many questions... Where the hell did he live again?" I tried to think back to when I took him his papers.

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After a few wrong turns, I finally made it to this loser's house. There was no mistaking it with all the bushes and different shrubs in the yard. I opened the gate and made my way to the door.

Locked.

"Hey shithead, where is your key?" I bounced him around to try and wake him up. No response. I rolled my eyes and let go of him with my arms. His breath hitched and grip tightened around my neck, pulling my back slightly at the sudden shift of weight. "Asshole..." He murmured as he leaned his head in between my shoulders and moved his arms down to being around my waist. "Well this asshole brought you back to your house and saved your ass from getting beat by a drunk." I retorted. "Here." He said, barely audible as he opened his hand, which held his key.

I unlocked the door and opened it. "Will you let go of me now so I can go home." I said in a more irritated tone than I actually was. "Yeah... Sorry." His eyes were still closed as he let go of me and tried to step inside. I turned around, ready to go home, and started to walk away. Until I heard a thump, that is. I turned back around to see him face down on the ground.

After an internal debate on whether or not to leave him, I found myself picking him up and maneuvering through the maze of different plants. I pushed open the first door, relieved to see it was a bedroom. I drug him over to the bed and tossed him down, relieved of having to carry an extra human's worth of dead weight.

As I was about to close the bedroom door, I heard him say something almost incoherently.

"Sorry...fo..r..th.e...troub..le..."

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Guess Bakuhoe isn't that big of an asshole afterall