Emote: Bakugo x OC Reader

Chapter 83

Bakugo's POV

Why the fuck did I say that out loud?!

The words slipped out so easily it terrified me and now they hung in the air between us. The truth that I had been fighting to keep at bay, to keep locked away deep within me had come out so casually that I berated myself internally for not having better control over it. I watched as her eyes widened before she reached out, lying her hand on top of mine. Her soft, warm skin sent a fissure of electricity shooting up my arm.

She smiled gently at me as she said, "I'm scared."

Her words struck me unexpectedly. "Wait, what do you mean?" I asked, feeling my brow furrow in confusion.

"This love/hate thing that we seem to keep doing with each other," She said with a sigh and she burrowed her hand under mine so she could interlace our fingers. She seemed to be deep in thought for a moment. "I do love you, Katsuki. It's why I came to you last night. After what happened with my father I was so upset. I couldn't close my eyes without picturing his face hovering right next to me saying 'you are nothing compared to me' while he had his hand wrapped around my neck. I couldn't stop replaying the scene over and over again in my mind. And so what started as wanting to forget the memory of our fight earlier became wanting to forget the memory of my father."

As she spoke I noticed her eyes begin to tear up and get a faraway look. The hand that wasn't holding mine traveled subconsciously up to trace the deep purple bruises on her neck. The urge to murder her father had still not subsided since she confirmed that he was the one who had inflicted this wound on her although hearing her describe moments later how she kicked his ass had filled me with such an overwhelming sense of pride and love.

"It was so stupid, what I did last night," She continued. "I've never drank a day in my life and it tasted horrible but the more I drank the more things seemed to fade away. Apparently I came running to you because I was looking for comfort, which honestly is ironic given how many times you've hurt me."

When she noticed me cringe, she quickly added, "I've hurt you too, I know that. And I'm sorry, I really am. But I can't keep doing this, whatever this thing is that we're doing, if something doesn't change. We can't keep hurting each other."

"I don't want to hurt you anymore." I said and I meant it.

"You've said that before." She sighed, closing her eyes and lying her hand over her face like a shield. "When you get angry, you either storm off or you blow up. I need you to actually tell me what's going on for you so we can work through it because that's how relationships work. At least, that's how the good ones work."

As I was considering her words, a pounding knock at the door caused us both to startle.

What the hell? I thought, glancing at the clock by my bed which read 6:47 AM. Who the fuck is that? 

"Bakugo? Wake the fuck up, we need to talk." A vaguely familiar voice called out.

Glancing down, I immediately noticed that Y/n's face had paled and she looked as though she was going to be sick. And then it became crystal clear whose voice that was.

What. The actual. Fuck.

Fury ripped through me, as I stood and stomped my way over to the the door in a few strides, wrenching it open. The purple haired freak looked even shittier than usual, the dark circles beneath his eyes looking more deeply pronounced and his lavender hair sprouting out in all directions in disarray. He was wearing casual clothes, a light grey shirt and dark jeans that looked like they'd gone through a shredder. It was then that I noticed raccoon eyes peering out from behind him as though he were a shield. She laughed nervously as she said, "Hey, let's all calm down. We're just worried about Y/n. Have you heard from her?"

"What the fuck is it to you?" I snarled, directing the question at zombie boy and using a combination of the door and my body to shield them from seeing her in my bed.

His lavender eyes narrowed into slits as he responded. "She called and left me a voicemail last night and it sounded like she was wasted which isn't like her. I didn't listen to it until a few hours ago and then she wasn't answering her phone."

"Maybe because she was sleeping, you fucking moron!" I shouted.

"But she's not in her room, Bakugo!" Mina squealed, popping out from behind him again and this time I noticed the tears shining in her eyes. "I barely saw her yesterday after we started unpacking, she just holed herself up in her room and I should have known that something was off after I pushed her into having that conversation with you! Did you say something to upset her?"

I flinched when the realization hit me that this had all happened because of me. If we hadn't gotten into that fight, she wouldn't have wanted to drink herself into oblivion. She wouldn't have gone home and run into her father and he wouldn't have laid his filthy hands on her.

It's your fault. The familiar thought slowly sunk in. It's all your fault.

"I'm here." Her small voice came from behind me and I saw zombie boy's jaw clench as he pushed the door all the way open, the force of it slamming the doorknob into the wall.

Mina burst into tears, pushing past both of us to run towards Y/n and embrace her in a hug. At the same time, I heard a door open and Kirishima's voice call out, "Bro, what's going on? Is everything - oh. It's you."

He appeared beside the purple haired freak, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His usual spiked red hair hung limply around his face and he wore a white t-shirt and baggy grey sweatpants.

"Is everything okay, man? I heard a commotion and -" Mid yawn he seemed to snap out of his tired state, his eyes widening as he caught sight of the two girls continuing to hold each other as Y/n sat on the edge of my bed. "Is that Nakano and Mina in your bed?! What the hell is going on?"

"Y/n, oh my God, what happened to your neck?" I heard raccoon eyes ask.

It's your fault.

I was vaguely aware of the purple haired zombie pushing past me to rush into the room but it felt like I was under water all of a sudden. In an instant I was brought back to that moment, flying through the air as I dodged the attacks of the League of Villains. All I could smell was smoke from the continual explosions I created as I propelled myself through the air. I could see All Might in the distance fighting the leader, the boss villain. I saw a flash of All Might's face as he got back up after being smashed into a nearby building. There was a streak of crimson running down his face and he was not smiling.

It's your fault.

"Bakugo." Kirishima was looking at me with concern and I realized he had laid his hand on my shoulder. "You okay, man?"

"I'm fine." I said, shrugging him off.

"You're going to have to report this." A voice behind me said and I whipped around.

The tinky winky bastard was standing in the middle of the room while Y/n and Mina now sat side by side on my bed. The familiar burn of anger ripped through me as I shouted, "Get the hell out of my room, extras! I can take care of her myself!"

"Can you?" There was a challenge in his eyes and a hard edge to his voice that made me clench my fists at my sides.

"Of course he can! Where did you even come from?" Kirishima asked.

Raccoon eyes had her arm wrapped around Y/n's shoulder and gave her a squeeze before standing up. "Shinso, let's go," She said, wrapping her fingers around his wrist and pulling him towards the door. "We know that she's safe right now, that's what's important. Bakugo can take care of her for now."

He didn't put up much of a fight as she dragged him out. Kirishima, who was still standing in the hallway, grabbed the door handle but before he closed it all the way, he shot me a triumphant smile and a wink. "I gotchu, bro!" He whispered before closing the door quietly.