You Don't Have To Face It Alone [Abused!BakugoxTodoroki]

Twelve- I Wanna Go To My Room

Once my skin was a dark color of red, I shakily stood up and got used to the sharp pain shooting up my back. I walked out of the shower and grabbed a towel, falling onto the toilet as soon as I had the towel in hand.

I held my lower back from the impact, but shook it off quickly so I could dry myself. Once I was dry I looked around for any clothes, but there was none. I opened the door a bit and stuck my head out.

"Hey Ei, could you..... um, could you get me some clothes?" I hesitantly asked.

"You don't need any. Get out here." He said sharply.

My mind was racing as I wrapped the towel tightly around my waist, using the wall as support while I walked out. Once I finally made my way to the bed, Eijiro quickly grabbed me and pulled me close to him.

I tensed and my eyes were wide, waiting for whatever he was about to do. He put one arm under me and the other held my hip tightly and close to him.

He started messing with the towel and just as I reached my hand down to stop him, he pulled it off. I flinched and pulled myself away from him.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me back to him, using the arm that's under me to keep me in place. The other made its way down to my ass and I jerked myself away as I felt him try to press his fingers in me.

"Can you please not do this again?" I pleaded as I backed up on the bed away from him.

"Can I please just go to my dorm for tonight?" I begged as I got to the end of the bed. I don't want him to touch or fucking rape me again.

He crawled onto me and I was panicking. He licked his lips then locked our lips together again. I squeezed my eyes shut and put my hands on his shoulders. I set off small sparks, thinking I should've done that before cause it really could've fucking helped, but deflated when I realized it was already too fucking late.

"Well if you wanna go to your room then you better stop those sparks." He said harshly as he grabbed my wrists.

I stopped the explosions and whined as he squeezed my wrists in a death grip. I'd be lucky if they don't end up bruising.

"Good boy." He said softly.

I wanted to feel better with him saying that, but he pushed me back on the bed, one hand holding my side and the other cupping my cheek.

"If anyone asks, we were sparring and that's how you got the black eye. Got it?" He asked as he rubbed the eye that he punched.

"Mhmm. I got it." I said quietly.

He got off of me and as I was getting up, he smacked and groped my ass. I whimpered and fell back on the bed, pain shooting up my spine again. I gripped the edge of the bed and forced myself up, only to have his fingers stroking my lower back.

"You sure you want to leave? We could always go again?" He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist, lightly pulling me back to him.

"No! I.....I wanna go to my room." I said as I tried separating his fingers.

He pulled me back on him so I had my back pressed against his chest. He grinded up on me and I grunted.

"But I want to." He said as he lifted my hips up.

~Uncomfy~

He pulled out and let me fall down limp on the bed. I felt fucking disgusting. I shakily lifted myself up, falling against the wall as soon as I was sitting up straight. He lifted his nose up and looked down at me smugly.

"If you can walk out I'll let you go. But if you can't, you're staying here with me tonight, no complaints." He spoke lowly.

My eyes widened and I quickly got off the bed, fighting against any and all the pain that was happening throughout my entire body. I grabbed a towel and my bag and fell against the wall as I wrapped the towel around my waist. I looked back at him and he looked like he knew I wouldn't make it.

I turned back around, forcing my body to move and leave his room.

I closed his door behind me and limped my way to my room. Luckily no one was in the hall, so I was able to leave unnoticed.

Once I got into my room, I collapsed and curled in on myself. I quietly cried and sat there for about ten minutes. I hated myself for crying, but I had a good reason to.

Once the crying turned into gasped breathing, I tried standing, only to fall back down and hold my lower back.

I crawled to my dresser and grabbed sweats and a turtleneck. Once I had those I slowly made my way to my bathroom.

When I was in I turned the water on extremely hot. I let the steam fill the room before I took the towel off and crawled in.

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Word count: 885

~Bebe17