[ON HOLD] Soft Boi Katsuki - A Bakugo x reader College AU 18+

Chapter 38 - "Home"

The entire drive I could feel my anxiety rising. What is he going to do to me? I just hoped that Katsuki actually listened to what I said and triggered the Tracker and is following it. I picked at my nails and stared blankly out the window as he drove.

He had turned the stereo on and it was on some classical channel. Is he trying to calm my nerves, maybe? I don't even know. He stayed quite for the majority of the drive, but kept giving me sidelong looks.

I don't know what he was expecting from me, but I was not going to give him a damn conversation. He had another thing coming if he thought that all of a sudden everything would be okay just because he gave me a small promise to let the other girls go.

He coughed softly to clear his throat and broke the silence. I looked at him quickly and then continued to look out of the window. "Hey. Just so you know, I'm doing this for you." I roll my eyes, scoff and turn my body away from him.

"Y/N, really? After all this time? After everything we've been through?" He asks me.

"Are you fucking kidding me? 'After everything we've been through?' " I sit forward slightly and stare accusingly at him. "You mean, after you abused me, kept me sedated and locked up in your basement for god knows how long?"

"Y/N. That's not entirely true and you know it isn't." He shot back and scowled at me.

"Whatever, think what you want, you're a monster." I said and sat back again. "They will find me, and you'll get what's coming to you."

"That reminds me. Give me your phone." He holds his hand out.

"What? No! I'm not giving you my phone." I exclaim.

He slams on the breaks, making me fall forward, the seatbelt stopping me from whacking my face on the dashboard. He turns to me. "Give me your phone. Now!" He looks at me sharply and grabs my wrist.

"Okay! Alright!" I slide my phone out of my bag and place it into his hand. "Now let go of me!" He lets go and I rub my wrist where he held softly, it's red.

He takes the phone off of me and turns it off. He presses the button to make the window go down and throws it out of the window. "Shinsou!"

"I'm sorry." He said. "But I can't have them find you."

"They'll find me anyway." I mutter and sit back again.

"Not unless you're dead they won't." He mutters back.

"Excuse me?" I ask, shocked. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Forget it." He starts the car back up and continues to drive. After a short while of driving, he talks to me again. "I'm sorry."

"What?" I raise my eyebrows at him. That was unexpected. "Do you expect me to just forgive you or something? That's not going to happen."

"No, I don't. But I hope you will, in time atleast." He looks at me, his eyes soft.

"Don't look at me like that. I will never forgive you." I say.

The car comes to a stop and he unbuckles himself. "We're here. Wait a minute, I need to unlock your door." I sit in my seat and cross my arms across my chest and wait. He walks around the car and opens the door for me, holding his hand out for me to take. I cock an eyebrow at him and slap it away as I stand up. He sighs and closes the door behind me.

"Where are we anyway?" I ask looking around. We're standing in a large courtyard with a fountain in the middle. There are trees surrounding the road leading up to it and as I turn around to look behind us I notice a large wrought iron gate standing at the end. How did I miss that? I turn back around to inspect the front.

"This is my family's estate. It's home." He shrugs. "Follow me."

I watch him as he ascends the steps towards this gigantic "home" of his. It's a mansion. "What, are you rich or something?" I ask.

"Or something." He replies, as he stops halfway and turns to look at me. "Are you coming? Or will I have to force you?"

I gulp and shake my head. "No. I'm coming." I say and rush to join him on the steps.

He unlocks the large, black door. It has windows either side and a knocker in the middle of it in the shape of a gargoyle. Hm, fitting. "Before you ask, no, I live alone, and no the girls are not here."

"What? You said you we're going to let them go!" I shout and stand in the doorway.

"I already have..." He drawls. "I did that before you even agreed to come with me. You just played right into my hands." He smirks.

"You coniving little motherfu--" I start and step forward.

He raises his hand, storms over and catches my mouth, looking at me sternly. "Watch your tongue." I feel something hard dig into my side and look down, he's holding something in his hand. "Trust me, I won't miss this time. You will learn to hold your tongue." My eyes open wide and I gulp again, nodding. "Good." He smiles and puts the knife away. His entire demeanor goes back to how he was just now. "Now, follow me, I'll show you to your room."

It's like hes two different people, I don't get it. One minute he's having a somewhat decent conversation with me, and the next he's threatening me with a knife!

I step inside and stop in the middle of the foyer to take in the grandeur of the 'House'.

"Woah." I say under my breath. The room is huge, a chandelier hangs above my head and I'm standing on a large red carpet with gold markings all over. There are windows surrounding the walls and lots of large oil paintings. Standing in front of us is a curved staircase that splits at the top and leads to both sides of the house.

"You may have free roam of the east wing." I raise my eyebrow at him.

"I can go wherever I want, aslong as I stay in the 'East wing'?" I scoff.

"Yes. I told you, as long as you come willingly you may do as you wish." He starts to go up the stairs. "I'll show you to your room."

This is literally something straight from one of those disney fairytales. Except I am definitely NOT going to fall in love with my captur.

I shake my head but follow him, my shoes clacking on the steps. I pull on the hem of my t-shirt wishing I had worn something else, anything else. I feel way too uncomfortable, and my feet are killing.

"Just so you know, the wardrobe is full and you may take what you wish. I'm sure you're uncomfortable in what you're wearing." He looks back at me and nods at my attire.

I cross my arms over my chest self-consciously. "I'm fine." I lie.

"Sure. Whatever you say." We've been walking down the hallway for about two minutes and he stops infront of one of the doors and opens it. "This is one of the bathrooms, this one just so happens to be the closest to your room. You also have a small washroom in your room." He continues down the hall and stops outside another a few doors down. "Here. I had the bed made up earlier for you." He says dryly and holds his arm out, indicating the room.

"You had it made up?" I scoff again. "You say that like you have servants or something."

"Again, or something." He laughs with no humour.

"Right." I step into the room and turn around.

"Get some rest. I'll be with you in the morning." He turns around and shuts the door behind him. I hear a clicking sound and realise he's locked me in.

So I am still a prisoner then. 'Free roam' my ass. I shake my head, slide my shoes off with a groan and collapse onto the nearest surface which I assume is the bed and pass out.