Emote: Shinso x OC Reader

Chapter 6

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT!

The word ran on repeat through my mind as my eyes desperately attempted to adjust to the dark. My arms hung at my sides, hands firmly pressed against my legs as I tried to make myself as small as possible. I was convinced that there was no way Bakugo couldn't hear the sound of my heart pounding like a goddamn war drum. The silence that had immediately enveloped us as the door shut behind him was starting to feel suffocating but then I heard the muffled laughter of my classmates. Were they laughing at us? 

Oh my God, this is literally the worst. I thought. This entire situation is a fucking mess.

"Oi," 

The one syllable made me nearly jump out of my skin. "Y-yeah? What?"

There was silence for a moment before he said, "It didn't even sound like you were breathing, so I was just making sure you were alive, stupid." He tacked on the insult with a sort of clipped finality that stirred something within me.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I hissed, turning in the direction of his voice.

"What the fuck is my problem?! Are you fucking kidding me?" I could practically feel the anger coming off of his body in waves, consuming me in the flames. "You're better off with that zombie bastard anyways, you two freaks are good for each other. Even though raccoon eyes can barely keep it in her pants the way she's practically drooling all over him."

"Why are you such an asshole?!" Without thinking about it, I lifted my hands up, shoving them blindly into the air in his direction before feeling them connect with Bakugo's firm chest. I heard him stumble before he seemed to catch himself.

I cringed as I felt something skim across my stomach and then his fingers were wrapping around my wrist. Instinctively, I took a step back, feeling my shoe hit something solid before my back was pressed against the wall. He slammed my wrist into the wall above my head and I could feel the heat of his breath against my cheek as he spoke.

"Why do you like it so much?"

I hated him in that moment. I hated that instead of wanting to knee him in the groin I wanted to lean forward and close the few inches that separated our lips. Instead, I used my free hand to push him back and he surprised me when his fingers uncoiled and retreated back into the darkness. Firmly crossing my arms in front of my chest, I turned away from him, facing the wall as I attempted to return my breathing to its usual steady pace. 

"Pathetic," He muttered.

I bit down hard on the inside of cheek to prevent myself from screaming something impulsive. After a moment, I took a deep breath before saying, "I already apologized to you earlier. You made it clear that you want nothing to do with me. Message received. But if that's the case don't go out of your way to make my life hell, is that too much to ask?"

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want, princess."

Why was I surprised? Why was I so hurt every single time he did this, every single time he twisted the knife even further into my already mangled heart? The tears threatened to spill over but I looked up, willing them to go away. I would be mortified if the door was sprung open in this moment to reveal my complete and utter shame.

The silence that began to stretch between us was shattered by another peal of laughter from our classmates through the thick door that separated us. At least somebody was having fun. I pressed my forehead against the wall, welcoming the smooth, cool feel of it and squeezed my eyes shut. When the door swung open, I startled, immediately shielding my eyes from the now blinding light that consumed us.