Part 8

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We sat in silence for about ten minutes before I heard Bakugou grunt front across the couch, "What's the matter?" I asked as I looked at him. He glared back before bringing his legs up on the couch and crossing them. "I'm fucking bored you idiot!" he barked. I blinked at him and pulled a nearby blanket up and over my legs before crossing them as well, facing him. "Well, what do you propose we do then?" I asked as I fiddled with my uniform blazer. "I fucking hate everything that's on tv so, I propose we talk to each other." He spat.

"Fine." I sighed, "What's your favorite thing about the hero course" I asked as I picked at the gunk under my nails, I had to learn to keep better hygiene, all the dirt is annoying. He made that 'tch' sound and reached over to pull some of the blanket onto his own legs, "Obviously the fact that I can become a hero" he grinned, for a moment it was a nice looking grin but it faded quickly into a ego filled grin, his pride seeping from his pores. I nodded before he spoke again, "Okay, my turn." I nodded for him to continue, "Why do you seem so tense all the time?" I felt my biceps press to my ribcage as he said that, did I seem tense? I wasn't trying to. I wonder what else he knows about me.

I shrugged, "I have walls" I mumbled simply, he nodded and grunted, "I can understand that" My eyes widened slightly as I looked up at him, "How so?" I asked as I leaned forward in anticipation. He sighed and leaned his head back slightly as he slid down into a lying position, one of his feet wedged between me and the couch cushion and the other hanging off the couch. "People are stupid, I don't know why I have walls but, I put them up after all the times I've been hurt. By Shitty Deku, by my old 'friends', and even my own mother" spite lapping his tongue as he said the word 'mother'. I can only assume that he didn't have a very good relationship with his mother. I nodded for him to continue, showing him I was listening.

 His red pupils burned into my (e/c) ones, "Walls keep me safe from being hurts by people and they stop me from trusting people so easily like I used to." he said as he looked down into his lap. I slid down the arm rest into a lying position as my legs tangled with his, my black socks brushing against his uniform pants, he blushed slightly but it went as soon as it came, "letting people in has been hard for me ever since my dad died" I said as he looked at me and stiffly nodded. "Can I ask you something?" he asked as his gaze fell to the knitted blanket, its soft strings weaving into one another. I nodded and waited for his reply, "Have you ever felt like no one could love you?" he asked, his voice cracking at the end of the sentence. My eyes widened slightly as I looked over to him, his eyes must burn from the tears he's holding back. I nodded and tilted my head slightly, "Every day." I mumbled, it was almost a whisper but I'm sure he heard me.

I heard him choke slightly as he fought back the salty water threatening to spill from his eyes. "Shit... I- I'm sorry..damn it..I'm so fucking weak.." he mumbled as he wiped the tears from his eyes in a rush. I leaned forward and grabbed his wrists, my burns cracked softly as I moved. I pushed his hands down into his lap and smiled softly, "You're stronger than anyone I know, Bakugou..keeping those walls up takes energy and work. But letting your emotions show every once in a while is not showing weakness, but showing great strength" I said as I sat in front of him, our were knees touching at this point. 

His chin scrunched up slightly, he nodded before he hesitantly wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin in the crook of my neck. Before I knew it, my hand was rubbing small lines up and down his back and he sobbed into my blazer, his spiky hair tickling my cheeks. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, something my father used to do whenever I got sad. It had an odd way of comforting me, but I still enjoyed every moment when he would do it. Soon enough, Bakugou stopped crying and was just holding me, I of course didn't let go in fear of ruining this moment. I heard a soft sigh escape his lips, the air brushing against my (h/l) (h/c) hair, "Thank you.." he whispered before he sat up and wiped his red cheeks, "You tell anybody about anything I told you today and you're dead.." I smiled softly and nodded.

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