A Series Of Incidents (Katsuki Bakugou x reader)

Epilogue

When I wake up, the first thing my half conscious brain registers is the annoying beep of a heart monitor.

Well. At least I know I'm alive.

Ha, is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Opening my eyes, I see the white of the ceiling of a hospital room. Glancing sideways, I muster enough energy to give a small smile at the sight of a sleeping Katsuki, slumped over my bed, snoring kinda loudly, with a frown on his face.

How can this gremlin even frown in his sleep? That's concerning.

I gaze at his face; he looks concerned yet relaxed, in the weirdest type of combination possible. I didn't know Katsuki could do relaxed... well, I did, but I'm still getting used to it, in all honesty. This man is such a bloody handful; sometimes I think Satan re-incarnated himself in Katsuki, in the form of an angry, terrifying boy.

Anyways, after a good minute of gathering my thoughts, I move my hand to bury it in his bristly hair, ruffling it in the fashion that Mitsuki does. Needless to say, it stirs him, and Katsuki lets out a groan, opening his eyes. He blinks sleepily at me.

"Good afternoon, good evening, good night or good morning," I joke, still messing around with his hair.

He tiredly lifts his hand to look at the watch on his wrist, before grunting. "It's afternoon, dumbass."

"Good afternoon, then," I correct myself. He doesn't move, and only sets his head on the bed, staring at me as though I'll vanish any second.

"How long was I out?" I ask.

"Three days," he answers in a muffled voice.

"Oof," I say, chuckling, and then groaning in pain. Fuck, it even hurts when I laugh.

"Don't laugh. It's not something to laugh about." He mutters, glaring at me, although it's hard to take him seriously with half his face mushed against the bed. He looks adorable.

"Katsuki, chill," I whisper. "I'm all good. You're still alive. It's fine."

"You almost fucking died!"

"And?" I shrug, "The fact is, I didn't. Don't dwell on the past. Please don't get hung up on this." I pause, "Also, you've almost died as well. So you don't get to say anything."

"I don't get to---listen to me, (Y/N). Pull this shit again and I'll fucking destroy you, do you understand?"

"Risks came with the job description."

"Shut up. I'm-" he cuts himself off, and pushes himself off the bed. My hand drops, as he pulls his chair over to where the top half of my body is propped up. "(Y/N), you have to understand that I fucking love you. Ok?"

I gape. Did he just?...

"I beg your pardon?" I question, before mentally hitting myself for putting on one of the finest British accents to date in that sentence.

"Shut up."

"No, after that."

Katsuki growls, knitting his brows together, as he realises what I want him to say. So he says it again. "I love you. (Y/N), you fucking dumbass, I love you."

If I had enough stamina, I would've done my usual routine of when I'm shocked, which is choking on my own spit, which I've done a painful amount of times before in this shitty fanfiction.

"So you're not allowed to die and keep me hanging."

Oh. Of course he'd admit it for something like that.