Emote: Bakugo x OC Reader

Chapter 39

I felt a weight on my chest, followed by a damp sensation touching my nose briefly before pulling away. My eyes reluctantly fluttered open to reveal feline eyes regarding me with interest.

"Kiko," I whined, turning to my side and pulling the covers over my face.

The cat meowed in protest before jumping off the bed. I peeked out to find her staring at me disdainfully.

"I'm fine," I assured her.

Am I though? I thought, putting a hand to my forehead. Grabbing my phone off the bedside table, I checked the time. 5:40 AM. Groaning, I sat up and leaned my back against the headboard. The past 24 hours had gone by in a blur. I had woken up yesterday with a pounding headache and waves of nausea. Initially I had wanted to tough it out and still go to school but my mom had insisted on taking my temperature and when she found out I had a fever she ordered me to stay home. I had been in and out of sleep throughout the day but mostly it all seemed like another reality. It felt like I had entered a parallel dimension and was now spit back out, trying to piece together the fragments of the dream. 

A memory of warm hands running up and down my arms came to me suddenly. But those hands belonged to...Bakugo? No, that was a dream. Obviously that was a dream. As the fragments of the dream took shape, I realized how vivid it had felt. It was as though he had actually been here, sitting right here on the edge of my bed. 

Shaking my head, I put my head in my hands and sighed deeply. I don't know why I couldn't get that damn boy out of my head. I had been trying so hard this past week to just stay away from him as much as possible. Shinso's warning had shook me to my core. There were few people that I trusted as deeply as I did Shinso and if anyone had my best interests in mind, it was my best friend. I'd even given Bakugo a chance that day in the hallway to tell me what intentions he had with me but he had made it clear he wanted absolutely nothing to do with me.

Trying to push the memory of that day away, I swung my feet over the edge of the bed and froze when I saw it. The basket. The gift basket he had brought me in the dream. My mind immediately began reeling.

Nope, no, no, no, no. What in the actual fuck?! There's no way he was here. There's not a single chance he was here, IN MY BEDROOM WITH ME, when I thought I was deep in a hallucinogenic fever dream. 

I snatched the basket off the floor and poked around at it as though I anticipated a bomb was planted inside. Pulling out a black and gray shawl, I felt my heart swell as I wrapped it around myself. It was so thick and soft like a bunny. When I pulled it out, a white envelope fell from the basket and landed in front of me.

Picking it up and opening it slowly, I pulled out the contents to reveal a hand made card. My heart was buzzing as I opened it and read the sweet comments that my classmates had made.

"Missed your beautiful face at lunch today - get better soon so I can see it tomorrow ;) -Kaminari"

"Go beyond to get well soon, plus ultra! - Midoriya"

"Hey girlie, we missed you today! Hope that you're getting lots of rest and taking care of yourself so tomorrow you can get back to kicking butt! Sending love - Mina"

Scanning through the names and messages, I noticed that everyone signed, even if it was just their name, except one person. Of course Bakugo didn't sign the card. So why the hell would he have hand delivered the basket? Disappointment coursed through me as I stood up and made my way to the kitchen.

My mom sat at the kitchen table with a steaming mug of coffee in front of her. She smiled at me and set down what she was reading as I walked in. "Good morning, pretty girl," she said. "How are you feeling?"

"Better, I think," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "I have a bit of a headache, but it's nothing compared to yesterday."

"Yeah, you were really out of it after I got home from work. Your fever was pretty high but it finally broke around 8 o'clock last night." A smile played at her lips as she continued. "You never told me that you've started making friends in your new hero course."

The hand that had been reaching towards the coffee pot froze. My pulse quickened and I felt my eyes widen. "What are you talking about?"

"That boy that stopped by seemed to be really concerned about you," she said, clearly trying to gauge my reaction as she looked at me.

I turned away so that she couldn't see the blush spreading across my face. "So, this boy," I said, grabbing a washcloth to wipe the counter in front of me that were already spotless. "What did he look like?"

"Looked like your average UA student. Blonde hair, red eyes, wearing a uniform."

"Oh God," I uttered, my hand coming to rest over my mouth. My thoughts were back to racing at full speed, trying to comprehend what exactly had happened when he was here. I'd had dreams about Bakugo before and now it felt like I was in a mirror maze, trying to discern which images were real and which were just figments of my imagination.

"You okay?" When I turned to look at her she looked more amused than concerned.

"Yeah. Yup. Uh huh. I'm gonna get ready for school."

I moved past her quickly and sped down the hallway before shutting my door more forcefully than I meant to. Squeezing my eyes shut I prayed that my father hadn't heard it. When I didn't hear him screaming across the house I let out a breath. He hadn't been cleared to go back to work yet and was mandated to go to physical therapy every day. Until then he had to use crutches and he was much harsher than usual since he had gotten home. 

I snatched my phone off the bedside table and began typing out a text.

Y/n: You were here yesterday??? What the hell?

I stared at the screen for a few minutes before rapidly clicking the backspace and starting over.

Y/n: So, I heard you were here yesterday...

Satisfied with this dig for more information but also act of smooth nonchalance, I sent the text to Bakugo. Feeling jittery as I waited for a response, I began to get ready to for the school day ahead of me. My attention was completely scattered as I took a shower, got my bag ready and threw on some lip gloss just for the hell of it. I kept gravitating towards my phone, although it didn't buzz until 6:57 AM.

Bakugo: Ha, in your dreams, emo chick.

My heart seemed to fall into my stomach. My thoughts continued to race as I finished getting ready and rushed out the door.

What the hell actually happened last night?