13. marks of fear 🌍

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Katsuki's POV

I looked myself in the eye via the bathroom mirror, my face was a deeper red then my eyes, and I couldn't stop smiling, fuck sake Bakugo, stop smiling a goof, she's just a girl! Well, a girl, sat out there, in my shirt, which she looked bomb in, who liked me.

It took a few minutes to compose myself as I took my seat next to her again, not wanting to look at her face. I had to show that I was still in charge.
"This doesn't mean we're a thing, okay?!" I growled harshly, "Not yet at least, but i- i like you too" I screamed internally, I had tried to seem confident only to fucking stutter. However I raised my head to create eye contact with the girl infront of me, she had frozen stiff, mouth slightly agape, her face a deep scarlet. I chuckled to myself, she looked terrified.

Your POV

My heart skipped and beat and my breath hitched, this boy, this raging hot head of a bastard, Katsuki Bakugo, liked me?!
"W-what do you mean, 'yet'?" he simply clicked his tongue and smiled.

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We had finished eating in silence, it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, more of a thought-filled silence.

When we got to the station it was cold and quiet, causing a shiver to run down my spine, making the feathers on my wings stiffen. We took our seats on a dull, stone bench, since our train wouldn't be here for another 15 minutes.

I gazed at the tall boy sat next to me, he was engrossed in a game on his phone, his eyebrows furrowed as he was concentrating, his lips pursed slightly, it was adorable. He lifted his head to meet his crimson orbs with mine, I looked away instantly, feeling my face grow hot. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him smirk as he scoffed, placing his muscular arm softly around my shoulder, gently pulling me towards him.
"You know, for a dumb girl like you, you ain't that bad looking" he teased, averting his attention back to his phone.
"H-hey katsuki"
"What's up" his voice was softer then usual, as he pulled away from the slight embrace,
"May I borrow you phone to call Haruku?" he hummed in response, opening the number dial and pushing the phone into my hands.

The line rang twice before a familiar soft voice answered,
"One second, he's just washing up, i'll take you too him"
"Zuo it's me, Yuki,"
"PUKI!, HARU ITS PUKI!" from the other side of the line I heard Haruku chuckle,
"Hey Yuki, how you doing?"
"Hey Haru, i'm good, i may be home a little late, but i'm safe, sorry for worrying you last night"
"Don't be stupid, as long as your safe, have fun bunnie"

The phone beeped, signalling the end of the phone call, I smiled at the use of my old nickname, and didn't realise Katsuki was smiling at me,
"'Bunnie' hey?" he mocked,
"Yeah, he calls it me because it's shy but bouncy, like a rabbit" I chuckled softly as our train pulled into the station, causing an artificial breeze.

As we stepped onto the train, someone barged into my hard, making me fall backward onto the edge of the concrete platform, my heart dropped as I noticed how close I was to the edge. I felt something grab onto my shoulder harshly, dull grey eyes stared deep into my own,
"Watch you back, Yuki" his smile twisted and deformed until his face was barely a face, and he ran off quickly, leaving me on the ground clutching my shoulders, people gawking at me, as Katsuki scooped my quivering body into his arms.

Setting me down on a window seat before shuffling in close to me, he turned to me, his face struck with worry, the emotion looked foreign on his face, I was still shaking, not knowing who that man was, or how he even knew my name.

I tugged gently at the collar of the jumper I was wearing, pulling it down my shoulder to reveal a hand print, flowing as purple as my eyes, exactly where the man had touched, Bakugo pushed the hoodie back over it and stared forward, looking just about ready to pounce on anyone who came near.

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A/n- *spooky ghost noises* and it begins heheheheh

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