Why Do I Love You? (Bakugou x Reader)

Ch. 14 - In Conclusion

Y/N's POV

This is so embarrassing. I haven't cried like this in—what? 3 years? I didn't expect to relive any of it... especially not tonight and especially not in front of Bakugou. Surprisingly, he's stayed quiet the entire time; though, he probably doesn't know what to say at all.

Bakugou's arms stay wrapped around my torso as I blink the last few tears from my eyes. I lightly clear my throat, dismissing the tense moment and lean back. I'm honestly terrified to see his reaction.

"You're so strong." He breathes out, not letting emotion overwhelm his blank face.

Huh? Did I hear that correctly?

"W- what?" I squeak out.

Bakugou stands up, letting out a gruff sigh. He straightens his button down shirt and reaches his hand down to me.

"Don't make me repeat it, dumbass." He says quietly as I take his hand. At least he's not acting different.

"I... I'm confused." I mutter out, cocking my head up at him. He stares back down at me, his crimson eyes caressing my puffy face. He places a loose strand of hair behind my ear, letting his finger tips graze against my skin. God his touch makes me melt...

"You told me to not pity you. So I'm not." He stuffs his hands in his pockets and clears his throat. "I just think you're incredibly fucking brave, Pipsqueak."

I blink once before letting the current situation sink in. Bakugou respects me...

"Thank you." I weakly smile, putting all of my meaning into it.

Bakugou clears his throat once more before scratching the back of his neck, returning to his usual self.

"You should should wash your face. Its a mess."

"Shut it, Bakugou." I scoff and roll my eyes, playfully slapping his chest. He catches my hand right as I'm about to recoil it. I clench my fist as he pulls me closer to him, my bust touching his upper torso. He peers down at me, his narrow eyes searching my face.

"Katsuki. I told you to call me Katsuki." He growls, low.

I stare up at him, captivated by his intimidating stare. How does he have this affect on me?

"I'm gonna go wash up, Katsuki." I whisper, stepping back reluctantly. I turn on my heel and head for the bathroom, ready to splash cold water on my feverish face.

Bakugou's POV

How could someone do that to her? What kind of sick, twisted, stupid, ball-less, motherfucker could hurt (y/n)? You're not a fucking man if you'd ever do something like that. Abusing your daughter is one shitty thing, but sexually violating her? The very thought of it makes my blood boil. I fucking hate them, I'll kill them if I get the chance. How disgusting do you have to be to hurt your child like that? I'd never hurt her. Never. I'd protect her. I'd make sure she felt safe with me...

God, (y/n)... you're so god damn brave. I wish you would never think of yourself as pathetic, cause you're the complete opposite. You're so courageous and if anyone ever says anything different... I'll murder them.

I let out a frustrated breathe. Shit, I feel like hitting someone...

Looking around her room for a distraction, I glance over her bookshelf again. It's full of manga. Romance manga.

Huh... (y/n) doesn't seem like a romantic?

I graze my fingers against the book's spines. I land on one with a pink cover, and I pull it out. The front has a guy holding a woman from behind. He's clutching her waist and she's blushing submissively. This shit is so cliché... Why would she read this crap? I bet it's all fluff and gross cuddling. Such typical girly stuff-

I flip through the pages quickly; the black and white pictures blurring through my vision. Not really paying attention to the images, I stop at a random page.

What the fuck is this-

The page I stopped at... the girl from the cover was sprawled out in bed, her legs completely open. The guy was in between her thighs, they were both breathing rapidly and from what I read... the girl seemed to be enjoying herself. Holy shit, they're fu-

"Katsuki?"

I heard (y/n)'s voice travel from the bedroom's doorway. Turning around, I chuck the manga behind me, pretending to have never have touched it in the first place.

"(Y/n)... what's up?" I spit out, running a hand nervously through my hair.

After the sentimental moment we just had, I didn't need her to think I was a pervert or something; I don't go through people's stuff.

She looked confused by my obvious action, but before she could grill me a loud voice barked up the stairs.

"KATSUKI. (Y/n)~ ITS DINNER TIME!" For the first time in my life, I think I'm actually happy the old hag interrupted.

"C'mon." I say gruffly, heading towards the door and brushing past her. She follows next to me, slightly peaking at me every now and again.

(Y/n)? The (y/n) next to me? She reads that?

Y/N's POV

Dinner that night went pretty well. Bak- er, I mean Kastuki didn't have any of his outbursts and he actually made a good impression on my mom. I'm not sure why... but I'm glad my mom finds him decent. Her opinion means a lot.

They talked about school while Katsuki's mother would tell me how annoying her son could get. As if I don't already know.

Though, several times throughout dinner, I would catch Bakugou staring at me from across the table. It would always be some confused, checked out look and he'd squint his eyes as if he was trying to see something... maybe I did make things weird between us by telling him the whole story. Ugh, I shouldn't have done that. I should have told him the brief version, not to freak him out or anything. But he was acting fine after I finished explaining? So what the hell happened?

A/N - I'm baaaaaack :) and I brought a shit ton of saucy ideas with me, so get ready. Thanks for reading!