ALERT [ BAKUGO X OC/READER]

Hey

When Crystal came to, she was lying on a pile of softness, the slightly stingy smell of alcohol tickling the insides of her nose with constant gunfire was sounding somewhere in her vicinity.

Her eyes opened to reveal a lopsided view of Bakugo sitting upright on a hospital bed. She followed the noise to a gaming pad he was tapping rapidly.

The girl felt an unusual yet familiar weight pulling down on her back. Reaching up, her wings were unusually out.

Crystal sat up, taking the blonde's attention off his game and rewarding her with a relaxed "hey."

"Hey," she repeated.

She spread wings to find her wings as normal as ever, only the injured areas were gold instead of it's average silver.

Her eyes roamed to the rest of those who were present in the fight, all in similar situations. The fight? The events of that day gushed in through a tiny headache.

Crystal couldn't seem to get the painful memory of her wings being sliced through out of her head, and trying to do so just made her think of it more. She remembered jit perfectly. The feeling of something foreign lodged through thick muscle, the awful pain that almost made her want to end herself, the noise of the blade lodging itself as her very own wings tearing away from her.

"How's your arm?" Crystal asked when she noticed the huge cast on his arm.

Bakugo put down his device, giving her a view of his face, finally unobstructed.

His furrowed expression uncoiled into something unusual as he responded with a question instead of a answer, "Are you okay?".

It was like a whisper, so quiet she almost didn't catch it. Bakugo's face bore slight guilt, or maybe regret - she couldn't tell.

When he saw the realization and worry in her eyes, he looked away.

Her hand instinctively reached out to hold his but retracted when the door suddenly opened.

In came a weird, short old man, a guy dressed in blue who looked like a fish and a dog-headed human.

Weird. It seemed even weirder when the human-dog spoke - and added a woof to almost everything.

They began to speak and Crystal, as always, just pretended to listen.

Still, even as she was nodding along, she couldn't get her mind off Bakugo. She'd never seen him look so unsteeled - so vulnerable and small. His face then was guarded again, closed off and frowning as usual.

The weird people who came eventually showed themselves out and Crystal wanted to ask Bakugo what was up with him. Yet again, they were interrupted by a someone abrupt entrance.

The lady with a huge labeled NURSE on her dress walked between Crystal and Bakugo's beds.

"Ms. Ishikawa, your injuries healed on their own. You have absolutely zero injuries that won't tend to themselves. Mr.Bakugo, that arm doesn't keep you here. Just follow the instructions we provided you with. Hence the two of you are allowed to leave, all you need to do is fill these forms."

She smiled, her face so constant to a creepy point, sending a chill down Crystal's spine, before turning around to address the injuries of the rest.

Crystal and Bakugo got to it, doing just as they were instructed. They split ways to change clothes, and the next they met was in the lobby

"Bakugo!" She said as she got closer, exasperated.

"What?" He looked as of he was tending to an annoyance.

"Be a gentleman and walk me home," she feigned a smile. Rather, she just needed someone by her side, her thoughts were heavy.

Bakugo, to her surprise, stopped to let her catch up.

The pair walked a distance, for what seemed to be at least fifteen blocks through buildings and as the urban areas slowly became more residential, the two realized something. "THE FUCK ARE WE?" He yelled.

They were in some neighborhood somewhere in Hosu

"How would I know? I thought you did."

Bakugo began to explode his way up, searching for the route they came with, up in the air. But before he got high enough to, Crystal grabbed his legs and pulled him down.

"THE FUCK WAS THAT-"