Emote: Bakugo x OC Reader

Chapter 80

I closed myself off in my room and mindlessly worked on unpacking as I desperately tried to wash away the memory of Katsuki's face twisted with anger. As the day dragged on and the memory didn't fade I became increasingly restless. By the time I noticed the sun setting outside my window I was practically crawling out of my skin.

Careful to avoid running into anyone, I snuck out of the building, beginning to walk without a clear destination in mind. As the sun continued to disappear behind the horizon, the temperature began to drop and it felt refreshing to breath in the fresh summer air. I had begun feeling so trapped in that dorm despite being surrounded by people that I knew were my friends but I couldn't find it in me to be social at a time like this when my thoughts and emotions were in such a whirlwind. My heart break was like white noise constantly playing in the background and I wanted to do something to drown it out. There was a self destructive urge slowly beginning to rear its ugly head as I continued to walk. 

Does this count as a break up? I wondered. I guess he was right that we were never technically together, or at least that we never made it official. And yet...

The memories of our time together flashed through my mind like a film strip running on repeat.

"Shit," I hissed under my breath. The force of the memories were weighing me down and I just wanted to forget. I wanted to make them fade away.

An idea came to mind. It was a horrible idea. I knew this. I continued to remind myself that it was a horrible idea and yet my feet brought me in the direction of my destination until I found myself standing outside my house. My mom had informed me the night before that she would be distracting herself from my "leaving the nest" as she put it by spending time with her sister today. I figured she was still having her visit and that my father was likely working, since he often did in the evenings.

As I entered the house, I was initially met with an eerie silence but the tinkling of a bell quickly shattered the quiet as Kiko approached excitedly. She had been on edge since I had started packing and it had broke my heart leaving her this morning but unfortunately cats were not allowed in the new dorms.

Picking her up as she began to purr and pressing her soft fur against my cheek, I murmured, "I'd be a lot less lonely in that room if I could have you there with me."

Setting her down, I headed towards my room to retrieve one of my large bags that had gone unused during the move. There was minimal searching before finding it buried in my closet, along with a hoodie that I had forgotten about. For the sake of nostalgia, I made the split second decision to throw it in the purse to bring back to the dorms. Staring at the purse regretfully for a moment, I realized how poor my judgement had been a few years ago in buying this over sized purse which had a zebra print and a chunky gold buckle that allowed you to close it. I'd found out shortly after the purchase that I wasn't really into purses, let alone ones that you could easily fit a large watermelon in. I barely had enough items to fit into a regular sized purse as it was.

As I made my way to the kitchen, Kiko followed in my wake, chirping every once in a while when I made eye contact with her and leaned down to give her a pet.

When I got into the kitchen, I stared at the cabinet before me. Opening the doors, I peered at the bottles filled with a variety of dark and clear liquids. The one that I recognized immediately sat at the front, a whiskey bottle that had a thick circular base leading up to a skinny neck. It was the one he often drank from these days. I knew that if I did anything to mess with that bottle he would surely find out although I was tempted to take it purely out of spite.

No, I thought as I pulled that bottle out and set it on the counter. I'm better off grabbing one of the clear liquid bottles, emptying it into another container and then replacing it with water like I originally planned.