Taken (BakuDeku)

Comforted

Bakugo's POV:

I wake up only to be met with a pair of brilliant green eyes, and I stare back mesmerized before I suddenly grasp the weirdness of this situation. I sit up straight and Deku turns his face slightly upward to look at me. He looks a little more lively than yesterday, his eyes don't seem so lifeless and although his face is still blank it doesn't seem as sad.

I allow hope to blossom in my chest even though I know it could make a fool out of me and break me in the end. I don't know how he ended up in my bed, I guess he must have come in when I was asleep. I lay down next to him again and resume staring into his eyes for another 5 minutes before I get up and head into the living room.

My heart aches when I see the big red circle on my calendar signaling my, and the rest of the students, graduation from UA. Deku won't be with us which saddens me and angers me at the same time. He wanted more than anything to graduate from UA and become a hero....now it may never happen. I rub my hand across my face wiping the tears away on instinct, I hate people seeing me cry, I hate what I did to Deku in the past, I hate what's happening now, but most of all I hate myself for letting it happen. "Dammit, why am I so weak." My voice sounds course and whiny I almost don't recognize it coming out of my mouth. I sit down on my couch and bury my face in my hands weeping quietly.

I feel a weight sit down next to me and look over to see Deku there staring at me. He suddenly comes closer and wraps his arms around me. I'm so shocked all I can do is sit and stare down at his green locks in astonishment. "Oh Deku, I miss you" I choke out desperately, wrapping my arms around him and burying my head in the crook of his neck

Deku's POV:

I don't know why but I can't stop looking at his face. This boy acts strangely towards me, not at all like the men in the white coats or the guy with the hand on his face and certainly not like the weird girl with her dangerous eyes. This boy doesn't hurt me. The boy suddenly wakes up and stares back at me his eyes are red and slanted, so unlike all the eyes I saw at the other place. The boy sits up staring at me.....weirdly, that's another thing I have noticed. His face makes so many different expressions, the only ones I knew before where hate and contemplation. Those are the only two this boy has not made I suppose.

The boy gets up and I follow along quietly. When I am near this boy I feel warm and safe, there is no explanation for this but I don't mind. I am glad I escaped from the other men, over there I was always cold. I look at the boy who is on the couch, he has his face in his hands. He makes noises I do not understand but I can understand how he feels now, he feels sad. I feel sad sometimes but most of the time I feel nothing. For some reason, my chest hurts when I see this boy sad, this boy that I've never seen yet feel connected to in ways I cannot explain. I sit next to him thinking of how I can stop this boy from being sad. I remember what the boy did yesterday when I was afraid and copy it wrapping my arms around him. It feels warms and........and good I suppose, it is hard to describe. I just know that I like it.

Until next time ~❤️~