Emote: Bakugo x OC Reader

Chapter 68

The week of my summer vacation leading up to the camp was not at all the light-hearted, skipping in the sand at the beach kind of montage you might imagine. I spent most of the time at home, holed up in my room, and wallowing in my own pain and self pity. I often made excuses to Katsuki or Mina about why I couldn't hang out. My injury was healing at an agonizingly slow pace although each day that I didn't hear from Shinso the tear in my heart seemed to expand.

Before I knew it, it was time to head off to the summer training camp. I had been informed that I needed to have a meeting with Mr. Aizawa before the class departed so I found myself standing outside his office anxiously waiting. When the door swung open, I startled.

"Nakano, come in," He said, his voice the usual dull monotone I was used to. He didn't seem particularly angry and I felt myself relax the slightest bit.

Once the door was shut behind me, he closed his eyes as he leaned against his desk. "I know that you are aware you are not to be speaking to the other students about your involvement with the Stain incident."

I felt my pulse quicken. Oh God, does he know I told Katsuki? I thought, feeling an immediate sweat break out. But I swore him to secrecy and he doesn't even talk to people unless he has to, let alone about my personal business. No, that can't be it.

When he opened his eyes, they looked tired and bloodshot. "But I have to reiterate it anyways. However, it's unrealistic that the other students won't find out you were injured since you are still healing and it's going to affect your ability to fully participate in all of the activities scheduled to take place at the camp. That being said, to reduce the questions you might get, with your permission when it becomes relevant I am going to inform the class that because of your current health issues, your curriculum during the summer camp may look different than theirs. I'll be sure to add as well that they are not to ask you about it due to issues with confidentiality."

I considered my time at the hospital and thought back to when I'd been able to visit Midoriya, Todoroki and Iida before I left. They all had significant injuries as well. Why weren't they here too?

"Sir, that's fine and all, but what about the others? Shouldn't they be in this meeting as well?"

He sighed heavily, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck as he spoke. "I shouldn't be telling you this, but it's probably best you hear it here. They've all been treated by Recovery Girl to speed up their recovery process. They are essentially fully healed at this point."

It felt as though my blood turned to ice. What? Why? Why would they...

When Aizawa looked up at me, there was a rare hint of empathy in his eyes. "It's because they got parent permission. Your father denied permission for you to receive treatment from Recovery Girl. I'm sorry."

My fists clenched and my mouth set in a hard line as tears immediately sprung to my eyes. I hated when this happened, especially in front of other people. Aizawa probably thought I was hurt and weak for crying, but I was enraged. I was so damn frustrated and my body didn't know what to do with it. My words couldn't express the anger and so I nodded my head, watching as a tear sparkled through the air as it descended to the ground.

I couldn't read Mr. Aizawa's expression with my eyes planted to the ground, but I heard him sigh once again. "I'm sorry, kid. Between you and me, your old man is a real piece of work. Go take care of yourself before we head out. You've got about 20 minutes before we need to load up the bus."

My eyes still averted, I turned and exited the room. My feet seemed to have a mind of their own as I started running, my vision blurred as I let the tears fall freely.

"Y/n. Y/n!" 

What started as a muted calling in the distance suddenly seemed to be right next to me and I snapped back to reality when a hand grabbed my wrist.

"Why are you running around like a crazy person?"

I spun around to face that deep, familiar voice. I had told him about the meeting, so I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised that he'd been nearby. His crimson eyes flashed concern as he took in the state of me. "What the hell happened in there? Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm pissed off!" I managed to choke out, and without thinking lashed my fist out to strike the wall but he caught it before it made impact.

His warm, strong hand held my fist firmly as he lowered it down. I hadn't realized until that moment that I was shaking. When he released me, his hand lifted up and he used his thumb to swipe the tears from my cheeks.

"Come here," He said softly and pulled me into a gentle embrace. The comfort I felt was immediate and consuming. He stroked my hair a few times before his hand settled at the nape of my neck. "They're still letting you come, right?"

"Yeah," I mumbled against his chest. "Apparently I could have been healed by now but my father denied permission for me to see Recovery Girl to speed up the process of my healing. I'm the only one who didn't get to be treated by her and now I'm just going to fall farther behind. It's so fucking stupid."

"Seriously?" He sighed as he pulled back. "You've gotta stop letting that guy dictate your life. He's an asshole. We know this. And that's a power move if I've ever seen one. So boss the fuck up and show him that you don't need that little old witches power to be a kick ass babe!"

It was as though his words had come out before he had fully processed what he was saying and then he realized it a split second too late. A blush spread across his cheeks as he put a hand to his face to try and hide it. "Urgh...I mean..."

"You think," I said, batting my eyelashes at him. "That I'm a kick ass babe?!"

"Whatever, you're an idiot, that's what you are!" He spouted, turning on his heel and calling over his shoulder. "Move it, otherwise you really will get left behind!"

I couldn't contain my smile as I skipped after him.