Emote: Bakugo x OC Reader

Chapter 82

My eyelids felt heavy and were resistant to opening but there was a heavy weight across my chest that was unfamiliar. Slowly cracking one eye open, I tentatively peered down and through my blurry vision saw an arm draped across me.

That can't be right. I thought, closing my eye and leaning my head back against the pillow. That's gotta be a mistake. How could I possibly be...oh God.

The events of the previous night came to me in a series of flashes: my father standing in the kitchen doorway, the blood smeared across the white tile floor, stopping at a store to buy supplies for Kiko, sitting on the floor of my dorm watching my feline friend take in her new surroundings curiously, taking a shot of the liquor, taking several more shots. And then nothing. I remembered nothing after that.

Ever so slowly, I turned my head, and the motion made the muscles in my neck scream out in pain. My eyes were squeezed shut in anticipation but I knew. I knew before I even opened my eyes that it was him because I could smell his sweet caramel scent. I think I was just bracing myself but no amount of time would have been enough to prepare for the impact of seeing him like this. His features were soft and relaxed, his breath coming out in a slow, steady rhythm. His lashes were thicker than I realized now that I had a chance to really look at them. His full lips were slightly parted. The spikes in his ash blonde hair were somehow still sharp but some stray strands hung down over one eye.

Impulsively, I reached up to push it out of his face and my fingers slid through his surprisingly soft hair. He stirred slightly, his lips pressing together as he reached up and interlaced his fingers with mine, setting our interlocked hands down on the space between us. The only thing I could hear was the pounding of my own heart as he slowly opened his eyes. Since we were so close I could see the finer details of those beautiful crimson eyes I'd come to love. They were a deep rose color around the outside which faded into softer pools of red. I watched as his pupils dilated just a fraction.

"You're staring." He said, his voice thick from sleep.

"So are you." I said, the words coming out hushed, as though I worried that if I spoke too loudly it would shatter this moment.

His eyes traveled down to my throat and I watched his jaw clench as he turned away, letting go of my hand as he rolled over and sat up. He wordlessly swung his legs over the side of the bed, got up and walked across the room to a mini fridge sitting in the corner. I watched as he pulled out a bottle of water and then came back, sitting on the edge of the bed. He tugged open a drawer on his nightstand, pulling out a bottle of medication that rattled as he screwed the top off and emptied a few capsules into his palm.

"Take this." He said, holding his hand out.

I stared at the small orange tablets for a few moments before beginning to sit up. The movement caused nausea to hit me so unexpectedly that a hand flew to cover my mouth. The room was spinning slightly so I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for it to pass but even with my eyes closed the sensation didn't go away. On top of that, it felt as though someone had taken an ax and rammed it into the back of my head, the pain enveloping my entire skull as I laid my head back down.

"Goddamn it, if you puke in my bed, there will be hell to pay!"

I winced as his booming voice seemed to split through me, causing the pain in my head to explode even further. "Maybe...don't scream so loud...please?"

"Tch." I heard him scoff. "That's what you get for getting drunk off your ass last night. Now are you going to tell me what the hell happened?"

It suddenly occurred to me how problematic my lack of memory was. What the hell had I said to Katsuki last night? Why did he let me stay here when he had refused to even accept my apology yesterday? Would he even be honest with me if I asked him about it?

"Why did you let me stay here?" I asked quietly.

"What the hell else was I supposed to do when you show up here pounding on my door in the middle of the night belligerently drunk?" He retorted. 

"But...you said you didn't give a shit about me." I knew how much it had hurt me in the moment but saying it out loud caused the wound to reopen.

I heard him sigh and I felt the bed shift slightly. Finally gaining the courage to open my eyes, I peered over to see him leaning forward with his head resting in his hands. He scrubbed the palms of his hands over his closed eyes as though trying to wash away a memory.

"I lied."

It wasn't unexpected, to be honest. Katsuki wasn't one to just be so open and straight forward about his feelings, this much I knew about him by this point. But still, his words shook me. The way he spoke them so softly, as though he was talking more to himself than to me.

"Tell me what happened to you last night."

I noticed the faintest tremor in his voice. He stared at the ground as his hands gripped his knees. The intensity of his gaze could have burned a hole in the ground at that moment.

"I was a fucking idiot," I groaned, rolling on my side slightly to face him. "I was upset because of our fight and I wanted to just forget everything. So I went home to steal some of my father's alcohol but he ended up being home. We...exchanged some words."

I watched as his knuckles turned white and a vein began throbbing in his neck.

"He...did this to you?" He said through gritted teeth and that's when I noticed the curls of smoke rising up from his palms.

He still wasn't looking at me. I wriggled one leg out from under the covers and kicked him in the back, causing him to turn and glare at me.

"Let's get one thing straight here. I don't need your rescuing. That's not why I came here last night. I kicked that asshole right in the balls and then used my knee to crack his fucking nose open like the little bitch he is."

His face went from anger to amazement in a matter of seconds. He smiled at me, a genuine, pure smile that made my heart swell as he said, "Of course you did. I fucking love you, y/n."