QUIVERING GLASS [Bakugo X Reader]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Overwhelming ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

⤹⋆⸙͎۪۫｡˚۰˚☽˚⁀➷Trigger Warning!!!｡˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ ༄

﹥ˏˋ♡̩͙♡̩̩̥͙♡̩̥̩ ⋆ !!! Swearing !!! ♡̩̥̩♡̩̩̥͙♡̩͙ˊˎ﹤

A/n: Hopefully this story isn't moving too fast for you...or too slow...i don't really want to include any unnecessary details. I want to stick straight to the point and that's your relationship with Bakubitch.

Also sorry if the beginning is too angsty for ya...It's just my style. Although, I promise you'll be smiling a lot in the end ^^

once again 

Enjoy, Y/N L/N...

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"Thanks..." 

I mutter softly just enough for him to hear. 

I hesitantly placed my hand in his. They felt tensed and rough, but gentle at the same time. In one swift movement, he hoisted my up to my feet. 

They were still worn out from all the sprinting I did, so they were extremely shaky. I almost collasped again.

"For a smartass you're also one big fucking idiot..."

"Yea, I'm aware..."

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡　2nd POV　ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+

(just seems more fitting for this particular scene)

You had a very faint smile, you looked dull and almost lifeless. You looked pale and frail. You felt extremely hollow as well. Feeling no emotion at all

He was holding you up by the shoulders as you wrapped an arm around his. You couldn't care less that it was him saving you. You just wanted out of this mess

I want to go home...

Both of you trudged your way down the street, your legs basically being the one causing all of the drag.

"Alright look- we're barely getting anywhere-" He started to shift his position and he bent down.

You looked down at him with a tilted head of confusion.

"Get on my back idiot..."

"Oh..." You obliged and slowly climbed onto him.

You had your arms wrapped loosely around his neck as he held you up by the legs.

You both were traveling at a much quicker pace at this rate.

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡Your POV　ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+

He's so warm...

I couldn't believe I was being carried by the one person who ruined everything for me...But I was too drained to really care.

Only for this precious moment, I felt as if someone finally cared.

This feeling was too overwhelming...

Next thing I knew I started to feel tears roll down my face. I let my head rest into the crook of his neck. I'm pretty sure he felt it because I could feel his entire body tense up. 

"I fucking hate you Kacchan" I softly cried into his neck.

"...why?"  He finally spoke up. But I didn't bother to answer. I'm sure he got the message.