Sometimes
somebody comes into your life
and you know
you're meant to love them
for as long as you live,
but whether or not
they stay in your life
that long
is not up to you,
and I think
--when things get quiet--
that's what scares me the most
-e. gr...
Bakugo dragged me out of his room and said, "JUST GO WASH YOURSELF!" I guess I don't have a choice. I undressed, turned on on the water, and started washing myself. When I was done I dried myself and put on my underwear and the shirt Katsuki lent me.
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I looked in the mirror and felt my cheeks flush red. For some reason.... I just feel like this shirt is a bit too..... big. The sleeve slid off my shoulder almost revealing my left boob. I lifted the sleeve. Ok, we just have to be extra careful to not flash anyone... heh.... easier said than done.
I walked out of the bathroom and entered Bakugo's room.
"Finally, you do..... WHAT THE HELL HAPPEN TO YOUR NECK!" He got up from his chair and came closer to me. Shit, I forgot about the huge bruise on my neck. He gently caressed my cheek as I looked into his worried crimson eyes. He said, "Who did this to you." My knees went weak and I fell to the ground. Mr. Soul spoke, "You better not tell. Remember I have you wrapped around my finger." Tears rolled down my cheeks. Katsuki hugged me as I cried into his shirt.
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When I stopped crying Bakugo went to get the first aid kit. When he came back into his room he put some cooling patches on my bruises and wrapped my neck to hide my bruises. When he was done he said, "That should work for now, or until your bruises go away." He stood up and went to put the first aid kit back. When he got back he said, "Now would you like to tell me what happens?" I shook my head.
"NO! WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO."
I shook my head again.
"WHY NOT?"
I grabbed the notebook and wrote, 'I don't want to worry or cause you trouble.'
He pulled me into a hug, "What do you mean you don't want to worry or cause me trouble. Don't you understand, Y/N, I want to worry about you and I want you to cause me trouble."
I pushed him off and wrote, 'Why?'
"WHY? WHY? YOU'RE A GIRL YOUR SUPPOSE TO NOTICE THESE THINGS."
