Kalopsia Project [Bakugo Katsuki x Reader - Tokyo Ghoul AU]

Chapter 8 - Fate Always Finds a Way to Make Things Worse

Past closing time, Yuuei was usually silent. Its few employees who, sheltered by Aizawa, lived in the building of the cafe, would retire to their rooms and either spend their evening silently entertaining themselves with social media, studying, or perhaps even sleeping. That's how it had been for years and, up until recently, everyone thought that's how it was going to be for years to come.

Something had shaken up this silence mere days ago. It had been a welcome change. Yuuei was just a tad bit more lively these days. And no one complained.

Tonight, Yuuei was quiet for the first time since your arrival.

It wasn't quiet because there was nobody to fill the silence. As a mater of fact, less than an hour ago the small cafe had been filled with frantic cries. Panic. Fear.

It was much like the first time you'd been brought here. Yet somehow, there was more at stake today. At least, that's what it felt like.

Bakugo Katsuki didn't even have it in him to pace back and forth, like all the worried relatives you'd see in movies everywhere. No, why would he be worried? He was just annoyed that there was all this buzz. That everyone was making it seem like a big deal. Surely it was nothing. Just some human girl with a cold. Why should he care?

...

That's what he kept telling himself. And when that too failed, he let the faint buzzing of the freezer downstairs and the muffled but indistinguishable voices from the neighboring room drown out the rest of his thoughts.

He was frustrated. With everyone who just stood by and watched. With those who panicked and only made everything worse. With damn Deku for not being fast enough. With those four freaks you had been talking to for taking so long to just get the hell out of the cafe. With Aizawa for even letting you work here in the first place.

With you for pushing yourself, for being so reckless.

And most of all, with himself. He had never felt so conflicted before. And he hated feeling conflicted.

All of that, over some random human getting sick, being dumb and not resting enough, only to just lose consciousness out of nowhere.

Had there been signs? Should he have known? Was it worse than it looked?

He suddenly recalled that sinking sensation from earlier. But what proof was that? Strong or not, intuition proved nothing.

Though Midoriya had offered him to come in, saying there wasn't a problem, Bakugo had voluntarily declined. He needed time to sort out his thoughts, and staring at your unconscious form and Deku's annoying face wouldn't have made things any easier on his raging thoughts.

Following the sound of quiet footsteps, the door he sat beside slowly opened. It suddenly dawned on him that he had sorted out nothing, after all. Guess his thoughts were going to bother him longer than he'd hoped they would.

Out the room came out Midoriya and though Bakugo only spared him a brief glance, he could already tell he looked troubled.

Great. As if he'd needed any more reason to worry. Not that he was worried in the first place-

He scoffed, grumbling through his teeth.

"How bad can a goddamn cold get!? Humans are so fragile." He finally gave up and turned to face Midoriya. A decision which he immediately regretted, upon noticing that the greenhead had stiffen at his words, his eyebrows scrunching even further. Compared to how he had looked after treating your quite literally life-threatening injuries, one would think you had died or something.