|BNHA| Hiraeth

Soft spot [61]

In the midst of the night, a certain ash blonde had other plans. After ditching the others with an excuse of going to bed, he treaded down the hall, his hands in his pockets. His face was void of emotion as he finally reached his destination, standing idly outside the door.

An internal battle was waging itself in his mind as he glares at the door as if it would somehow open itself for him. Tch, why am I even here. The ash blonde thought begrudgingly. After a moment, he released a grunt and reached out, his finger grazing the knob. However, he flinches as the door opens suddenly.

"Bakugou."

Bakugou stared up into his teachers eyes before shifting his gaze into the room to see a bundle nestled under covers. He was fully prepared for Aizawa to tell him that she was resting and to basically buzz off. But he's shocked as the elder man steps aside and walks past the boy, leaving the door slightly ajar. Shit now I definitely can't back out...

"Sensei..." He called, looking over his shoulder.

"What really happened."

Bakugou wasn't dumb, he knew there was more to Deku's story than he led on. And from the weird faces some of them were making, he knew something was definitely up. Not once had Fumetsu ever been to the infirmary for being injured. He didn't care what the hell the villain had did in the fight, It was nearly impossible for her to get hurt. From being blown up, to having cutting her own foot off. Fumetsu was practically a zombie. No matter what happened, she always got back up. So either that villain was as crazy strong as Deku had said or Fumetsu did get back up. Seeing as Bakugou refused to believe anything that came from Deku's mouth, it had to have been the latter. Something wasn't right about the story and he intended to find out one way or another.

"It's not my place to say."

Bakugou frowned as Aizawa left it at that and disappeared around the corner. After a few seconds, the explosive male sighed and  slipped in her room. He slowly approached the bed, the light from the window shining on her face. Despite her demonic features, Bakugou would never admit how angelic she looked under the moon light. He picked up the chair that had already already been placed by her bed and flipped it around. Plopping down on the cushion, his arms settled on the back of the seat as he gazed blankly at the female. Fuck, I can't believe I'm watching her sleep. Getting creeped out by himself;  averted his eyes, surveying her room. Other than the assortment of throwing knives on her wall with a bunch of targets taped. He deadpanned as there was a picture of Momo with a knife imbedded in between her eyes among the targets. How'd she even get that...I'm not even gonna question it.

He tensed at the sound of shuffling and his red eyes connected with lidded cyan.

"Darling..." She mumbled softly. A flash of annoyance flickered in his eye at the embarrassing nickname. However, his heart stilled as her hands reached out toward his limp one hanging off the back of the seat. It was almost as if he had been hypothesized because for a second he unconsciously felt his fingers flex towards hers. His trance was broken though upon contact, and he pulled his hand slightly back. "How many times I gotta tell you to stop callin me that." He grumbled.

Bakugou stilled as her eyes faltered slightly, a small childish pout gracing her features in response. Clicking his tongue, he pushed his hand back out, resting on the bed as if it were bait. Just as he expected, her own hand entangled with his and she pulled it toward her face.

The ash blondes eye twitched at the joy closed eye smile upon her flushed cheeks.
"Im so glad..." She murmured out as if he were a figment if her imagination. Does she think she's dreaming?

Bakugous mouth parted slightly, his gaze unwavering from the female as she nuzzled his hand in content. "You're back home."

Definitely thinks she's dreaming...

And for the first time in a long time, Fumetsu Hana had caught him off guard. He resisted the urge to snatch back his hand on reflex to coax the warmth budding in his chest. Not once since he had gotten back had anyone showed verbal relief of him being back. Truth be told, he didn't think anyone would even come after him let alone care that he was gone. But she did, and she damn sure had no shame in showing it. Usually she was abrupt and invading with her affection but this was different. Bakugou for once didn't mind it.

Bakugou had wondered why she wasn't apart of the rescue party at first. Of course he didn't care but he least expected both generals of his entourage to be there. However, he had a clue as to why she wasn't and it had to deal with the half assed truth Deku had gave them about her disappearance. Come on, this is your chance to get answers dumbass. Bakugou opened his mouth, but no words came out as he observed the affectionate female. After a moment, he releasing a begrudging growl and said nothing.
I'll let you off the hook this time, Shit-su. He internally warned but the girl ignored his glare, soft snores greeting his ear, holding his hand hostage.

Resting his head on his elbow, the boy scowled in defeat; resting his own eyes for the meantime until she got tired of his hand. Little did he know, a certain pro hero was watching them through the small space of the door way. The pro hero took his tired eyes away from the pair before finally walking away, a knowing smirk on his face.

"I knew he had a soft spot for her."
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~Author-sama
Tea has been served. Looks like Bakuhoe does have a soft spot for fumetsu.