My Hero Acadamia Short Stories (Volume 1)

Blindness is Key: Part 25 (Bakugo)

I sat in the sand with my arms wrapped around my knees, and I had my eyes closed. Even though it didn't make a difference for me, I felt the need to really focus. To focus and enjoy the feeling of not being able to see.

Everyone around me have perfectly working eyes. Absolutely nothing wrong with them, but they don't see nearly as much as I do.

Walking down a neighborhood street, I can see exactly how many kids live in each house. I can see how many single parents live in those homes. I can see which yard has dogs or which homes have cats.

And I can see how many things I missed out on growing up. Not because I'm visually impaired. But because no one else around me, could open their eyes.

Even though in a way, it is a bit my fault. I didn't say much about what went on at home. Whether my teachers cared or not, was besides the point. There were other people I could have gone to.

For instance anyone on that street growing up, I think would have helped me. From what I saw all the time, they were all good families.

But still, how is a child supposed to know who is safe to go to? We're told not to talk to strangers, but then we're told that if we need help to say something. But who do we ask for help? A person you don't know, or someone who doesn't care?

Either way you have the possibility of getting the same outcome.

Your parents are the ones that you're supposed to run to if someone hurts you or someone is attacking you in any way. But who are you supposed to go to when the person hurting you is them?

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a pair of hands on my shoulders. But I didn't jump, I wasn't scared anymore. I was done being scared.

Bakugo sat down in front of me, and rubbed my legs. He didn't say anything, and for that I was grateful. I took some deep breaths and let my mind really clear itself. I leaned back and laid down in the sand, hoping that he would join me. But instead picked my foot up out of the sand and started rubbing my feet.

"How are you feeling?" He asked me. I sighed as he was rubbing all the right places on my feet, and regretted not attending to their soreness in the past couple of days.

"I don't really know what to feel right now." I said and he switched to my other foot. "My mind keeps racing a million miles an hour, and it only stops for commercial breaks." He breathed a laugh. "At least I'm not going anywhere."

"You were amazing back there." He said and pulled me into his lap and into a hug. I carefully placed my hands on his face, running my fingers over his bruise and busted lip again. Much gentler this time.

"I'm sorry he hit you." I told him and he pulled me closer to him. I sat in his lap with my knees on either sides of his hips.

"It's not your fault." He told me, and for I think the first time in my life, I wish I could actually see. Real shapes and colors. Not just pointless silhouettes.

"What happened exactly?" I asked him, and I kept running my fingers over his face. "Aizawa, said it took three security guards to pull you off of him."

"Just trying to protect my baby." He said and this time he touched my face. I closed my eyes, and he traced the outline of my eyes and nose. "I could have done a better job." He said as his fingers brushed over my black eye.

"No, you couldn't have." I told him. "I thought he was just going to yell, I didn't think he would actually swing at me in public. If I knew that, I wouldn't have said it was okay for you to leave."

He didn't say anything as he continued to trace my face with his fingers. When he traced up my jaw and the side of my face, I buried my face in his hand and he brought my face closer to him. And he laid a gentle little kiss on my lips.

I could feel his rough scab on his lip, and I wanted to kiss it to make it better. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him. I sighed into him, and he pulled away from the kiss first.

I laid my forehead on his, and I swayed us back and forth until he was the one swaying us. And I closed my eyes, as I didn't want to leave this moment.

"I love you." He whispered, and I flinched.

"What?" I asked him.

"I thought you said you had great hearing." He teased me again.

"No, say it again." I said and and shook his shoulders.

"No, I'm not saying it again." He said and turned his face to the side.

"Bakugo." I whined, and pushed him down onto the ground so we were laying down. "Say it again, or I won't let you up."

"I mean I think I'd be okay with that." He said. "If you stayed right here."

"Well then I'll leave you here." I said and rolled off of him, but stopped when he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer to him. He laid partially on top of me and kissed me again.

"I love you." He whispered it to me again after he pulled away from the kiss.

"I love you too." I told him and he laid next to me in the sand, holding onto my hand. "This is a great commercial break." I said, and he laughed.

"Are you two done screwing around?" I heard someone yell from the side. It was Denki.

"Yeah we still got training!" Sero yelled. I laughed and sat up.

"Well, I can't train." I said like a child. "My doctor said no fighting."

"Yet you absolutely kicked your dad's ass!" Kiri said.

"Yeah, and I hope you realize how luck you are that I didn't kill you when we sparred." I told him. "Which reminds me, didn't you say you wanted a rematch?" I asked him.

"I thought you couldn't fight." He said.

"Mr. Aizawa?" I asked.

"No." He said plainly, and I pouted. Bakugo stood up, and pulled me off the ground.

"That's okay, you can be my cheerleader." He told me, and I jumped onto his back to get a piggy back ride.

"Can I have pompoms that look like your hair?" I asked him and poked the tips of his spiky hair.

"If you weren't injured, I would flip you so hard right now." He told me and I laughed. I put my lips up to his ear and smiled.

"But you love me." I said, and he nuzzled his head against mine for a moment.

"Yeah I do."