Inmate

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I couldn't respond. My lips were still parted as I stared at his glossy red eyes.

His large hand wrapped around the nape of my neck, leaning in to kiss me again, but I pushed him away.

"We can't." As much as I enjoyed it, I didn't want either of us to be hurt. It wasn't right.

I couldn't look at him anymore. His usually angry expression had changed. It was different.. I couldn't explain it.

"I..I'm sorry.. get some rest and feel better." I stood up and gathered my belongings, giving him one last look before leaving.

"I'm finished for the day." I put up my facade as I talked to the guard. He nodded and went back into the room as I made my way to Father's office.

"Done already?" His loud, booming voice always scared me. I didn't know he was in there.

"Yes. I'm done." The swivel chair was calling my name so I sat down, playing a dumb game on my phone.

"Well, I'm not finished for the day. So you'll be waiting for a while." I nodded but didn't look at him.

"Did the guy touch you?" His stare burned into my back. My eyes widened, knowing he was referring to Bakugou.

I took a breathe before answering.

"No he didn't." Fuck I took too long to respond. He stood there for a moment, taking his sweet time. I think he knew I was lying.

His presence was menacing.

"Okay." He left at that. I sighed and leaned back in the chair, images of that kiss flashing in my mind.

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. I looked at the caller ID. I frowned, declining the call.

I went to set my phone down, but it rang again, this time a message.

???
Shouto, baby, answer the call.

Shouto
No.

I hesitated before blocking the number. Tears filled my eyes, but it had to be done. I didn't want anything to do with him anymore.

My notebook was poking out of my bag. I picked it up and flipped to the page Bakugou had scribbled on, staring at it before turning to the page I was writing on.

"Says he's confused abo"

The writing stopped. I was writing a sentence when I looked up and felt his lips on mine. I took my pen from my bag and finished the sentence.

"Says he's confused about feelings."

I could only assume that it was his feelings that he was confused about. I just want to feel his lips again.
If I go to see him tomorrow, I know I won't be able to resist.

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Father came back a little while later. I stood up and looked at him.

"Father, when we get home, I need to talk to you about something. Important."

He looked at me as he grabbed his coat.

"Can't you say it he-"

"No. At home. I need time to gather the words."

Father was a little skeptical, but complied nonetheless. I grabbed my belongings as well, walking to the car with Father.

The whole ride, my gaze was out the window and my thoughts filled with words.

When we got home, I had my words sorted out. Walking inside, I kicked off my shoes and sat on the living room couch.

Father sat on the couch across from me.

"What is this important thing you need to talk to me about?" He rested his head on his hand.

"I want to counsel someone else."

I choked out.

Father frowned.

"You aren't going to be the best if you are with those small-fry."

"I d-don't want to be the best-"

"I don't give a damn what you want!!" Father slammed his hand on the arm of the couch, making me jump.

Tears threatened to fall but I composed myself quickly.

"You're staying with him whether you like it or not. If you're scared of him, get over it."

I bit my lip and nodded quickly. I wasn't scared of him. I was scared of his lips against mine. Of course, I couldn't say that though.

"Go to your room. I don't want to see you until tomorrow."

"Yes Father." I stood up and ran up to my room, slamming the door.