BNHA X READER - ONESHOTS

Anxiety/Soft Bakugou x Reader

TITLE: Tell me that I'm good./ China Glass

Plot: You two recently got into a fight, about Bakugou being destructive emotionally and can get reckless. Bakugou's being thinking about himself and starts to break down because he thinks he's a bad person. Read on.

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"I swear to GOD! Go away! Why are you... EVEN HERE?!" You voice roared over the silence. The tapping of the clock, the whispers of the wind. The tears of a blonde. You couldn't move, your hands balled up in fists. You didn't mean it, but you didn't have the willpower to say so. Your mind was so lost and stuck on your false claim that you had nothing to say. Bakugou did nothing but lean against the table, falling on to the chair. He lifted his foot to rest on the chair, his forehead resting on his knee. His hands was clutched on his head, trying to block out the noise, but it was no use. He was sensitive to loud noises, in which his quirk was worse, but when is mad or anxious, he doesn't think. Thats apart of anxiety, you're left with everything, every problem, everything but that rapid beat of your heart. He tried to breathe, he tried to stay with his heart, but it was like it was breaking away, he couldn't live without it, he needed it. Your hand was on your mouth, salty tears falling and rolling over your hand. His raspy voice then appeared, it was croaky, but soft. It was like the break of dawn.

"I-I-I need you to tell me i'm a good person..." You looked up from your feet, and at his red eyes. You never saw him like this, never. He would usually fire up, he couldn't hear the sound of his own voice when he got mad or when he starts an uproar.  

"I know I can be selfish and narcissistic and self destructive but underneath all that deep down... I'm a good person!" He stood up and his eyes were dull, you looked away. You couldn't bare to see him like this, never. It was like seeing a white screen, and there he is. On the floor. Tears spilling, enough to make a river.

"And I need you to-to tell me that I'm good. And tell me, please (Y/n), just tell me that I am good." He walked up to you, he held you ever so gently. Like you were glass. Like you were china glass and you were bound to break if he squeezed any harder. 

"Tell me i'm good..."