Emote: Bakugo x OC Reader

Chapter 35

Bakugo's POV

"Calm the hell down, Bakugo!"

I was vaguely aware of Shitty Hair yelling something close to my ear before I snapped out of it. What felt like jagged rocks trapped my arms to my sides. Looking down, I saw his unbreakable arms wrapped around my midsection.

"Get the hell off of me!" I screamed, emitting small explosions from my palms, causing Kirishima to let go and back up.

"Dude, what's your deal? Do you have a problem with that guy or something?" One of the idiots asked.

"Didn't Midoriya face that guy at the sports festival?"

"Oh yeah! That's why I recognized him!"

The sports festival? I thought. And then it clicked. Deku had fought him early on in the tournament. The brainwashing one. What the fuck?! Did the emo chick think he would actually hurt me?! 

I considered the way he had interjected himself into our conversation so authoritatively, as though he thought he was better than me. And I hadn't missed the way he looked at her, like he needed to protect her, as though he was protecting her from me. The memory of the way that she had jumped in so quickly and laid her hand on his chest, her complete and undivided attention on him, made my blood boil all over again and I felt my fists clench. 

Are they a couple or some shit? The thought made me want to gag.

I had been lost in my thoughts as the others talked among themselves until I felt a hand on my shoulder, bringing me back to reality.

"You coming, man? We're going to Kaminari's to hang out for a bit." Kirishima asked, the others already walking down the hall.

"I'd rather eat a pile of glass," I said, turning away and walking the opposite direction, shoving my hands deep in my pockets.

I heard him sigh before he called for the others to wait up and his footsteps receded behind me. The hallways were relatively clear and I was glad for the time to myself. I walked a ways before my eyes drifted over to the window and my eye caught on a patch of purple down below in the court yard. The purple hair really did make that freak stand out in a crowd. I stopped walking and moved closer to the glass, looking down at the scene before me. It looked like he was walking away from the emo chick and as she took a step towards him he turned around and said something. 

Her whole body seemed to tense. And then he was walking away from her, her shoulders beginning to sag. I watched as she turned back toward the school, swiping at her face hastily before pressing the palms of her hands into her eyes. I've seen her do that before...is she crying?  What the hell, did he make her cry?

I felt a twinge of pain and realized that I had been gritting my teeth. It took a greater deal of strength than I would care to admit to peel my eyes off of her and turn away from the window. Resting against the ledge of the window and leaning back, I took a moment to consider why she might be coming back into the school. Come to think of it, she never actually grabbed anything from the classroom when she came in. 

Pushing off the wall, I started to make my way back towards class 1-A. Thankfully, when I pulled open the door, I was met with an empty room. Glancing towards emo chick's seat, I spotted the bag sitting by her desk. Scoffing and shaking my head, I started walking towards the desk.

Wait. I thought, stopping abruptly. What the hell am I doing? Why am I going out of my way to be nice to this stupid girl?  I should just go home, screw grabbing her bag for her!

And yet, there was a part of me that knew I couldn't just walk away from this girl. The memory of what she had said right before she was taken to the nurse's office was stuck in my head like a fly trapped in a spider's web. 'I didn't toss you to the side. I was trying to figure out a training schedule and you completely shut me down.'

Thinking back on it, I hadn't really given her a chance to talk before I basically told her to fuck off. But really, what harm would come from training with her, at the very least? I wasn't here to make friends, but I was here to become the number one hero and I wouldn't get there if I didn't push myself to train harder.

"Bakugo?" Her voice, sweet and smooth as honey, echoed through the room.

Turning around, I was met with those liquid green eyes, which were slightly bloodshot. Her cheeks and nose were tinted a rose colored red. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"You were crying," I said and then cursed myself inwardly. Turning around so she couldn't read my expression, I tried to play it off like I didn't give a shit. "But then again, what's new?"

Walking forward, I grabbed the bag. Her expression was unreadable as I walked back and stood in front of her. "I'm guessing you were coming back for this?"

She nodded her head and mumbled a thank you before turning around to exit the classroom without another word.

"What the hell, emo chick?" I questioned her as she walked away from me down the hall.

Her feet stopped moving and she stood for a moment motionless. There was a resounding silence in the hallway and her lack of movement made everything seem frozen in time.

When she turned around, her hair drifted around her face and seemed to levitate for a moment before landing softly on her shoulders. "What do you want from me, Bakugo?"

I was silenced by the tears streaming down her face. Opening my mouth to shoot out a response, nothing came out. My throat suddenly felt dry and scratchy. Clearing it, I tried again. "What do you mean, what do I want?"

"From me," she said simply. "What do you want from me?"

'Everything.' I wanted to say. I want everything, every part of you. Instead, what came out of my mouth was the opposite.

"Nothing."

Her chin quivered and I saw fresh tears overflow down her porcelain cheeks. She nodded once, firmly, the slightest ghost of a smile on her face as though she was trying hard to put on a brave face but couldn't quite muster the strength. Turning away, her hair flowing out as though to wave goodbye, she walked away from me for a second time that day, once again not looking back.