🍋Kinky Little Rich Girl (BNHA AU X READER) 18+🍋 (Completed)

90. Please...don't cry!

The smell of bacon and coffee woke you the next more!

Your body slightly sore, as if you'd been riding horseback across rock terrain non-stop for 72 hours. Slowly, you tried to raise yourself in the bed, already noticing that you weren't in your room anymore but in Katsuki's room.

The ash-blonde himself had just walked into his bedroom, a perplexed look upon his face as his eyebrows knitted watching you sit up clearly in mild pain. In his hands held a tray, the scents that awoke you slumber coming from them.

"I made you breakfast...thought you'd be hungry," pouting he wouldn't allow his red eyes to look upon you, as if you would vanish before his very eyes if he did.

"Ermm Thank you," confusion was clear in your voice to why he had actually made you breakfast. It was clear to him as he placed it down on your lap, still unable to look you in the eyes he grabbed his own plate and cup, taking them to his desk to place them down.

Sighing you didn't currently have the energy to argue if that was what he was looking for, and you weren't sure you had the energy to once you'd eaten either. Of all the people you dated, he was the most difficult to please and the one how seemed to want to monopolize all your time, even breaking the deal you'd placed with all of them.

Looking at the food in front of you, there were pancakes, bacon with a little jug of syrup. Then next to that a little bowl of cut-up fruits. Strawberries, blueberries, kiwi, raspberries with a dash of yoghurt on top. Also, not only was there coffee, but an orange juice to complete the meal presented to you.

Lying at the top of the tray was a single orange rose with a black ribbon, a tag hanging off three words written in Bakugou's handwriting. 'I am sorry' looking over to the guy in question his back was to you, however, you could see he wasn't eating them, just stabbing his fork into the fluffy delicacies. Bakugou's whole posture told you everything you needed to know.

Smiling to yourself, you placed the tray to the side carefully before quietly slipping from under the cover. Bakugou heard you, of course, assuming that you would just escape back across the hall to the sanctuary of your own room.

'I fucked it...I'm such an idiot...why did I have to be so cruel...I didn't know...I don't know so much about her but I want to know everything,' his fork stopped moving, as he resigned him to the fact that his shallow, self-centred heart was actually full of love. Love that he wanted to give to you and only you, but he had pushed you away and it was shattering.

Tears began to fall onto the pancakes below him, as silent sobs escaped his mouth, not wanting you to see how pathetic he was being since he'd not heard you leave. Unable to bear it, he rested his head in his hand, covering his eyes as it grew wet from the salty tears.

Looking at the scene before you, it was breaking your heart to hear a man so strong cry for what he said. It was out of line but it wasn't something you held against him, you'd wanted to explain to him why you'd tried to help and clearly he was sorry. So, why? Why was he crying?

Not able to hear him cry anymore, you walked over wrapping your arms around his neck as you held him, kissing his soft locks to comfort him for whatever had upset him so much.

Bakugou was stunned at the softness of your skin against his, the way your touch was filled with love and there was no hatred towards him when you kissed the top of his head. Letting go of him, you grabbed the chair spinning it so that he'd be face to face with you.

However, his red eyes remained covered as tiny leaks poured through his fingers. Kneeling on the floor carefully, your hand cupped his cheek as your thumb rubbed against his cheekbone. "Hey...what's happened? I'm here...tell me so I can try to help?" your words were always so kind and loving even though he could be cruel, but he thought you knew it was a mask he used to hide his true feelings. Bakugou somehow knew that you'd worked out how to decipher what he was truly feeling.