Explosive Touch [Bakugo Katsuki x OC] - Book 2

Chapter 10 - She Still Loathed It

You know this weird tugging pain you feel in your face when you cry? Almost like your body's telling you to cut it out already. Even when you've already started feeling better and the tears are no longer streaming down your cheeks, there is still a dull sensation of this pain, as if to remind you that you did indeed just bawl your eyes out.

Atsuhi hated it. Because it was never for a good reason. How many days had she cried after the incident with her mother? Too many. She had just thought she had gotten used to this weird sensation. But then, after USJ, when she had finally let her fear show and cried her eyes out after returning home, she came to realize that she still loathed it. And what did those two events have in common?

She had felt weak. Two times she could only watch on as she realized that she was not strong. She wanted to be strong. But she wasn't. She was weak. It was stupid - such a childish mindset. Wanting something and being upset when you can't have it. But come to think of it, it shouldn't come as a surprise. She was a child. And yet she still hated it.

By this point, she was at a loss for what to do. She had long stopped crying and her face wasn't even red anymore. Perhaps except for the tip of her nose. She wasn't even thinking about it anymore. In fact, she had accepted her defeat a long time ago. Actually, she had thought she had accepted it before the match had even begun, though she had later come to learn that this was not the case.

So then why? Why was this weird pulling sensation still lingering in the bridge of her nose? And why could she still feel the sobs choking her breaths? It made no sense. And it wasn't fair, dammit. Because she wanted to get over it already. She wanted to but she just couldn't.

A deep sigh escaped the female's lips, as she slumped over the table and hid her face between her arms as a way to escape from the world for a bit. Though her escape didn't last very long because soon enough the door to the waiting room was roughly slammed open and someone stomped in, growling almost inaudibly.

"That damned bastard with his stupid cold shoulder... I'll crush 'im and then we'll see if he'll keep acting like this, that-" As the mumbling stopped, Atsuhi just wanted to crawl in a hole and disappear. If Todoroki were to walk into the room, she will be crushed as there was no way she could face him after what had happened. So she was kind of glad it wasn't him, but then again she had make sure to go to the unoccupied waiting room. Now, there was someone else she couldn't really face right now. So she buried her face deeper in her arms and tensed up, hoping he would leave her alone.

"Oi, what are you doing here...?" She should've known. Bakugo was persistent. There was no way he was going to leave her alone. Maybe that's what she wanted though. After all, did she really come to the waiting room not expecting him to barge in. Of course not. She knew he was going to come here eventually. In fact, if she had to be honest, she was hoping he would come.

She jumped when a hand was placed on her back, and quickly lifted up her face, eyes meeting Bakugo's crimson ones. They stayed like this for a few seconds, until Atsuhi shook her head and got up from the chair sharply, causing Bakugo to retreat his warm hand in surprise. She had hoped he would come here. And yet she still couldn't face him. She felt ashamed.

"I'll be waiting for you in the finals." He had said. And yet here she was, having already lost. With an awkward and forced laugh, she moved away and turned towards the door.

"Um, h-hey, Bakugo-kun! Good luck on your match! I-I'll be making my way out of here so-" Fun fact - Atsuhi wasn't supposed to be here. In fact, she should've currently been resting at Recovery Girl's office but she had pleaded with her to come here, promising to be very careful and not move around much as her energy hadn't really returned yet. And guess what. Getting up from a chair so quickly and then rushing to the door wasn't exactly... being careful.