Go Beyond (Bakugo x OC)

Softie

All nightmares. I don't know how long I was out, but the entirety was filled with them. And yet, they weren't just scary images. They were my past. From the day of the fire, to the last test with Hanford. I was just watching it happen to myself. I screamed the whole time, but it didn't matter how loud, no one heard me. I tried using my quirk to stop those who wanted to hurt me, but it made no difference.

When I opened my eyes, it was like a breath of fresh air. But the relief was not long-lived. As I went to reach to move the hairs out of my face I realized I was trapped. I looked down at my arms and legs, shackled to a bed frame, throwing my state of mind back into that dark place. I began to thrash. My body heating up.

"Hey, hey. Relax." Aizawa stands over me to my right, his quirk in use. I can feel myself cool down. He takes off the restraints. "You were moving around too much in your sleep and at one point you raised your arms to use your quirk. This was the only option."

When the last one comes off I sit up only to instantly regret it.

His hands hover over me. "Slowly. You have a few broken ribs. Recovery Girl couldn't heal you until you woke up and even that will put you back to sleep."

I lay back down. "How long have I been out?" I reach for my head and wince. What the hell happened to me?

"About eight hours."

I raise my eyebrows. "What? Why?"

"It's my fault." The voice startles me. I turn to my left and Bakugo is sitting in a chair next to the bed. "I didn't think it would be this bad."

I'm confused and Aizawa can see that. "I'm going to go get Recovery Girl." He walks out of the room, leaving the two of us.

I look back at Bakugo, his head in his hands, his arms rested on his knees. "Are you going to tell me what happened or are you going to continue to lurk in silence?"

He sighs and looks at me. "I had a lot of sweat stored up. More than I realized. When you were fighting Todoroki, I took the opportunity and fired at you. He was able to get out of the way, but you took it all. You broke through the walls of the building and landed on the rooftop next door."

I'm in shock. "Seriously?" Would I not remember flying through the air to another building?

He groans in frustration and stands up. "I'm sorry, okay?" His voice raised and a bit emotional. It's interesting to see him like this. His go-to emotion is always anger and intimidation, but he seems quite sad and frustrated. I look around the room and notice his bag on the floor next to him.

I smile a bit sheepishly. "Have you been here the whole time?"

He scoffs. "Yeah, so?"

"Aren't you quite the softie." I chuckle.

"I am not!" He shouts abruptly. I laugh more, feeling my rib cage twinge in pain. I hiss, clutching my torso and before I have a second to recover he's next to me, his eyes filled with concern.

"Sure." I remark sarcastically. He rolls his eyes and scoots his chair closer to my side. I sit up slowly, very slowly. "Geezus!" I curse.

He groans. "If I help, can you not freak out?" He offers. I chew the inside of my cheek, my stomach feeling uneasy. But he's different. He's been here for hours to look after me. He protected me from Mineta despite us not officially meeting yet.

I inhale deeply. "Okay, jus-, just go slow, okay?"

He scoffs. "Duh." He carefully grabs under my arm and wraps his arm around my waist gently, lifting me and scooting me back against the wall. I let out the breath I didn't mean to hold as he lets go. He sits back down and looks at the floor. Neither of us speaks. I don't know what to say. This guy is sending me on a roller coaster of emotions. We hate each other, we're friends, he pisses me off, he takes care of me? I can't make sense of it, but I also don't want him to leave. I couldn't imagine being alone right now. I'm sure he'd rather be home doing anything else. Perhaps I'm being selfish, but I don't care. That brief moment when we we're okay was the best few hours I've had in a long time. I just want that again.