C̶I̶R̶C̶L̶E̶S̶ (Boku no Hero Academia x OC)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟎

"Mine or yours...?" I asked the blonde as we walk hand in hand at the sidewalk, him finally calming down... a little. He stopped on his tracks and looked at nothingness seemingly contemplating stuffs god knows what. He then mumbled "yours" as he practically pulled me to walk faster, humming in response as I matched his stride.

Not long after, we arrived at my house and he immediately went to my room. Sighing as I followed Bakugo only to see him without his uniform jacket, laying on my bed with his back on me. Well, this is normal, since he hadn't met my guardian yet- and assumed I lived alone, he would always act like he owns the house, not that I care since he cooks whenever he's here. I decided to leave him for the mean time as I picked his bag and put it on my desk together with mine. I then fetch some clothes to changed at the bathroom. When I went back, he already changed his clothes that was inside my closet. Funny thing how our wardrobes only consisted 2 colors, it being grey and black, I guess what he said back then was right- 'birds of a feather flock together'.

Thinking about everything that happened after coming back from the future makes me realize many things, it being no matter how I stray from the inevitable, some things will always be the way it is, if not, then something similar. Funny how I came to a conclusion that I want nothing to do with Bakugo but then here I am, climbing on 'my' bed as I embraced the said boy. He tensed from my touch but then immediately relaxed as he intertwined his fingers with mine with his back still facing me.

"You know..." I started as he hummed in response "Losing is only temporary and not all encompassing. Its okay to lose- losing teaches you something." I felt his grip tightened as his body trembled.

"you don't understand" he whispered under his breath

"Bakugo I-" he cut me off as he spun around and went on top of me with his hands on the both side of my head. I was about to say something but stopped when I saw his pained expression- tears threatening to fall as he grit his teeth trying to stop it from descending. I felt my heart cracked as I stared at him with wide orbs, tongue tied, trying to process the sight of crying Bakugo Katsuki in front of me. I touched his cheek and then there it was, a single tear fell into my face making me bite the inside of my cheeks.

"You... You don't understand" he said as he sat down still on top of me while angrily wiping his tear filled orbs as I gripped the sheets

"It... It was not your fault." I replied making him tense "My body moved on its own, it was not your fault."

"I thought I almost kille--" sitting up fast as I cut him off by hugging his figure tightly "Don't say it, it was not your fault."

"No, I--"

"Bakugo Katsuki, it was not your fault. I'm alive and I am embracing you right now."

The thought of almost killing the girl he knew is important to him made him lose his cool, maybe it was so uncharacteristic of him but he really feared what he did. The image of the burnt figure still lingered on his mind, the smell, the way the girl healed, the way she grinned. If he did killed Hachiman Mizuki, everything will be over. His life, his career, his woman. Everything...

Bakugo then pushed the girl away as he angrily exclaimed "Don't do it again! You hear me, gaijin!?!?" nodding my head as the boy then stood up "We need to talk tomorrow" he said lowly making my brow raised wondering why can't we just talk about it tonight but then as if hit by a truck, I remembered what he said at the training a while ago and I can't help but gulp in anticipation. He then stormed downstairs, probably going to cook for dinner and distract his mind.

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Walking with Bakugo towards UA as we notice a horde of reporters at the entrance seemingly waiting for their next target as I click my tongue. I forgot this scenario would happen today, we should've woken up earlier instead of snuggling a little longer. News that All Might was hired as a teacher at UA shocked the country and led to days of commotion from the press.