Taken (BakuDeku)

Cleansed

Bakugo's POV:

I reach out and pause for a second, looking into Deku's eyes. Damn I could get lost in those big green eyes. I rip my eyes off of his and gently begin to slide the dress over his head, but quickly retreat my hand back when I get a look at his chest. I sit there horrified, and then lift the dress up again. The front of his chest is covered in circular scars. Some look like they've been ripped open multiple times. I touch one delicately and Deku flinches, but it's probably just his bodies natural response to the pain, his expression doesn't change.

I grab a wash cloth and dab it with water gently scrubbing him clean, I take extra care where the wounds look fresher as I work gliding my hand over his smooth milky skin. My heart begins to beat faster and I pause looking down at his legs nervously. I clean his feet working my way up, looking anywhere but there. When I'm done I slide my boxers onto his legs and throw my T-shirt over his head. My shirt is so big on him it almost covers the boxers. I see his eyes drooping and he lurches forward landing with a soft thud on my chest.

My heart threatens to beat out of my chest as I grip his waist and gently shift him so that I'm cradling his small frame in my arms. I always loved how small he was but now he seems fragile like he could break at any second. The thought scares me more than I'd care to admit. I bring him to the guest room and lay him on the bed gently tucking the covers over him. I go to leave but pause and look back. He looks so peaceful. I walk over to him and lean down planting a light kiss on his forehead. I turn around quickly and leave the room, my face burning. I run to my room and jump face first onto my bed.

After a while of laying there I calm down and get dressed in my pj's, brush my teeth and lay back down. Sleep does not come easily but eventually I welcome it's escape from today's events.

Until next time ~❤️~