Delinquents | bk.

[53]: Lost in Thought

You woke up all tangled up.

Tangled up in Bakugou's arms, as you utilised each other for the warmth radiating off your bodies.

It was a special warmth that only came every now and then.

Both you and Bakugou felt exceptionally lighter than what you did before everything went down last night.

You woke up before he did.

You didn't move though. It was all too perfect to readjust and potentially mess up or jeopardise the euphoric feeling.

Last night's events replayed in your head like a perfect little movie, quickly building your energy and making you excited again. You couldn't resist smiling, as you felt his warm skin on your right cheek.

Everything was perfect.

Especially him.

He was so sweet and gentle. Given his explosive douchebag behaviour, you would never imagine that someone like him would know how to really treat a girl like you in bed.

But you would be wrong.

He did everything right; ticked every one of your boxes.

The cold air kissed your back, except for the area where Bakugou's large arm was wrapped around it.

You were naked. He was too.

Your bare chest rested on his, and you remembered what went on after the 20 minutes of pure bliss. The two of you cuddled up in a cute giggling mess, and he proceeded to take you under his arm, and gently scratch your back until your exhausted self fell asleep.

It didn't take long. The intercourse took a lot of energy out of you both.

You both had so much fun.

In fact, the more you sat on it, the more confused you became.

You really had sex with this idiot.

Luckily for him, Bakugou was good at it. Because if he wasn't, you'd probably have set his sheets on fire or something else fitfully petty.

About five months ago, you would have brutally convulsed at the idea of this becoming a reality with him.

But five months ago, you were a very different person.

You were a villain.

And—as much as this topic is still very sensitive, bittersweet and undecided for you—you were glad that you'd come so far.

Looking back was painful.

Looking forward was scary.

You couldn't see your future.

But you knew that it couldn't possibly be good, or hold anything that seemed positive for you.

It will definitely be filled with suffering.

Even if you had Bakugou by your side, even if you built up strong bonds with people you can trust, and even if you finally cut ties with the League of Villains, you still had your past to make up for.

You've still killed people. You've still been a villain.

You'll still get in trouble.

In fact, after these few short months of community service and attending U-A, you'll have to go back to a constricted, insufferable cell, without a doubt.

And when you turn 18, you'll be thrown into a real jail, with the real bad guys.

No matter how much work you put in for your future—you'll never become a hero. Your wrongdoing will catch up. You were too evil in the past to ever get that far.