Untouchable - A 1215 Fanfiction - Bakugo Katsuki X OC

Episode 9

It was eight o'clock when the tears stopped flowing. I suppose that after all this time of just dealing with the things that were happening, I couldn't hold in my emotions anymore. I sniffed, sitting up from my bed and looking at all of the boxes. The last thing I wanted to do was unpack them, but I also wasn't really hungry.

But if I just sat here, and willowed away in my sadness, I'd probably loose myself. I thought, looking up and out the window, frowning at the sight of the sunset. It was always so beautiful to me, but at the same time it was sad, because I had always wanted the day to last longer. I wanted it to be bright and earthly so I could feel like I had more time.

I wish I just had more time...

Finally forcing myself out of bed, I peaked out the door and slowly made my way to the kitchen. There were only a few people still out doing homework, and I quickly just got something to eat and sat down a little ways away from them, trying not to make eye contact.

I didn't want them to be able to tell that I had been crying, I didn't want to be any more of a burden then I already was.

When I finished my food, I sat quietly and looked out the window as the sun slowly faded away. I wonder what would happen if I just up and left tonight, without anyone seeing me. I could take all my savings out of the bank and jump on some random plane, start a new life from scratch somewhere far away where no one knew me.

If I did that, it's possible things would get better then. No one would be hunting me down, Bakugo wouldn't have to be my body guard, my parents wouldn't worry and then they wouldn't yell at my teachers.

Everything would be quiet, and peaceful.

Maybe I should run away... but I just wish I didn't have to do it alone.

"Hey."

I blinked, turning to look at the male who spoke, and I felt my heart speed up in nervousness as he glared down at me. I mean, Bakugo never was one to look gentle, but this was more terrifying then usual.

"When you said that day, that you were used to getting tied up... you were talking about getting kidnapped right?"

I glanced to the side, as if the corner of the floor would tell me what to do, and nodded hastily.

"And that time you thought someone was following you?"

I nodded again, opening my mouth to say something, but then rethought it and just kept it shut. I'd already annoyed the guy enough, there was no reason for me to try and explain myself anymore then nodding or shaking my head.

"How many times?"

Have I been kidnapped? I swallowed, taking a small breath and with a frown, spoke with a quiet, hoarse voice, "Four times."

"Four?" He confirmed, though he didn't wait for me to nod again, and when I turned to look at him his fists were clenched and he was seething, "Four times and no one was able to figure this shit out? This is so stupid. What good would you be to a villain anyways?!"

My shoulders sunk and I felt like crying again. Even though Bakugo technically wasn't wrong - because, what good do I really have that villain's want me that fucking bad? - and I knew he was just being his usual angry self, but the condition my mental state was in wasn't helping the situation at all.

"I-I know all of your quirks?"

He stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, and seemed to be thinking about what I said for a moment. Eventually, he sighed heavily and picked up my dishes and brought them back to the sink.

Shocked at his weirdly kind action, I quickly got up from my seat and followed him, wanting to tell him he didn't have to do that for me - sure he was supposed to be my body guard but he didn't have to be my servant. Is that what he thought? Is that why he got so mad?

"Baku-"

"Listen up! Unlike those dingy heroes on the streets right now, I'm gonna make sure no one ever touches you again! Got that?! So you better stay out of trouble!"

"O-oh... okay. I will." I replied, stepping back slightly as he went to storm off, but then he suddenly turned back around.

"Are you done unpacking yet?" He asked.
I shook my head and he groaned, "What have you been doing all night? Crying? Come on."

I blinked again, my feet seemed to be glued to the floor and I wondered what the hell just happened, and if Bakugo was a hell of a lot smarter then I thought.

I mean, sure my eyes might be a bit red and swollen, but the tears had long dried at this point and he didn't seem like the type to care for longer then a second.

But then again, if he really did want to be number one, then he would be a hero even without the suit and mask on.

And so I followed Bakugo back to my room and he helped me open all the boxes and set everything up so I didn't have to do it myself.

He made a few comments about the stuffed animals I had, asking how old I was in a jokingly but kind of cruel manner, to which I ripped my beloved turtle out of his hand and placed it nicely on my bed and told him to shut up.

Eventually, the majority of my things were unpacked and I felt a lot less stressed. It was late by this point, and I knew most of everyone else would be in bed, considering our hefty school schedule.

"Sorry I kept you up so late." I began.

"Why? I chose to help you." He replied, shrugging it off, "At least you aren't crying anymore." He said, almost in an annoyed tone, but somehow I knew he was just trying to be honest and comforting towards me.

"Um, still. Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome or whatever. I'm gonna kill whoever is behind these kidnappings, alright? Don't you forget it!"

I nodded, and he quickly left my room without another word. I smiled slightly, a tiny glad smile, because even though everything Bakugo said sounded mean - I knew that when he told me 'don't forget it!' he was also saying 'It's all gonna be okay', and that was all the reassuring I needed.

Even though police and other heroes have told me that before, for some reason... it felt so much better coming from him.