Why Do I Love You? (Bakugou x Reader)

Ch. 15 - Therapy

Y/N's POV

Monday passed quickly as Tuesday slowly appeared. Ever since the USJ attack, separate classes have been seeing us differently. Every now and again, random students at UA would come to me and ask what it was like facing real villains. I'd typically give them a bullshit answer... something like "we fought bravely, even though it was an unnerving situation." Yeah, right. I can't actually tell them that I was about to shit myself.

Along with the new 'fame' at UA, came dirty looks from jealous peers in our grade. Classes 1-B and 1-C would stare us down in the hallways. Sometimes they'd purposely whisper loud, making sure we heard the nasty things they were spewing about us. To be honest, I had to hold Katsuki back from smashing their skulls in once or twice. You know... he's not really the type to avoid conflict.

It's currently our lunch period and I'm sitting with Mina, Kirishima, Bakugou, Sero, and Kaminari. The Bakusquad. That's what they call themselves. Well, everyone except Bakugou. He gets pissed if we ever use that name in front of him.

"You wanna walk home together?" Mina asks, blowing on her food before taking a huge bite.

I want to say yes, but today is Tuesday. Therapy day. My mom is coming to pick me up right after school and then we're heading straight to Dr. Kondo. My supposed therapist. I think the whole situation is stupid; it's wasting precious money that could be used for my future car. I don't really think I need therapy, I'm doing just fine crying in the shower: very therapeutic. But, that's the price I paid by begging my mom to let me go to Momo's get together.

"I can't. I have something after school." I mutter while glancing at her.

"What is it?" Sero asks.

"U- uh... doctor's o-office." Technically, it's not a lie. He has his PhD, or so I'm told.

"You sick?" Kirishima asks, rubbing his hand down my back. The gesture was supposed to be sweet, but he brushed his hand across my bra buckle and that made my face flush.

Bakugou narrows his eyes at Kirishima and then I felt the cafeteria table rattle. Afterwards, Kirishima lets out an "OW!" and clutches his shin. Huh? Did he hurt himself on something?

"Kiri, you okay?" I ask, glancing at his swollen shin.

"Yeah. I'm fine." He bites out, sending Bakugou a confused look. Bakugou just smirks at him and rolls his eyes.

"So are you sick or what, Pipsqueak?" Katsuki repeats the question.

"No no, j- just a ch- check up!" I say, waving my hands reassuringly. He squints at me, his eyes searching my face for a better answer.

Ever since my moms dinner, he's been extra careful over me. Not sure if it's cause we've grown closer or maybe he just feels bad... but I kinda like it. Also, another new thing: any time I bring up manga he starts coughing furiously. I haven't a clue what that's about... maybe he just doesn't like it?

The bell rings, signaling lunch is over. Damnit, I didn't get to finish my food. I pick up my tray and dump it, putting it in a stack with the others. I start walking out of the cafeteria, but then I feel a big hand grip my shoulder. I turn around to see Bakugou standing behind me. Even though he's hunched over, he's still hella taller than me.

"So where are you actually going after school?" He asks with a grunt. He starts walking and I follow him, embarrassed that he caught my tail.

"How'd you know I was lying?" I question, my cheeks heating up.

"You have this little stutter whenever you lie, it's annoying." He growls out, slowing down after he realizes that I'm struggling to keep up with him.