Stuck With You | Katsuki Bakugou x OC [Book One]

Chapter 97 - One Fragile Moment

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Akira couldn't hide behind that wall forever, as much as she wanted to. She made a promise to her beloved. Though that memory of Kirishima in a fit of laughter, with Bakugou slightly smiling at his state is going to stay imprisoned in her mind for the next couple of hours at least. Akira will have to find a time to thank Bakugou for making Kirishima laugh again, though he won't be pleased in the slightest for her eavesdropping.

Kira had dragged Kirishima to the lift that evening, keeping her promise to her partner.

"We're gonna have to do it in the boys bathroom," Kira tells him.

"What?" He frowns as she pushes him into the lift. "Why?"

"Because the girls are still having their bath in the girls one," she tells him, as she leans into the lift to press the button. "Trust me, I'd rather we did it in the girls bathroom. More sanitary, don't you think?"

She pulls a semi-disgusted face at the thought of the boys bathroom and Kirishima looks slightly offended by the assumption.

"Now, hurry up and grab a shirt you don't mind getting dye on," she says to him, crossing her arms over her chest as the lift doors start to close.

He simply nods, probably a bit befuddled by her sudden brash and impatient behaviour. Kira's simply dying to spend more time with her partner and... she's also a little envious of Bakugou - seeing him being able to make Kirishima break out in a fit of laughter in a way she couldn't. She wanted to know his secrets.

She spun on the spot and marched back to the living room, hesitating slightly when she spots Bakugou deep in thought still perched on the edge of the sofa. She's surprised he hasn't decided to call it a night and head up to his dorm already. It's way past his eight thirty 'bedtime'.

Kira opens her mouth to present herself, but her tongue catches unknowingly. She was going to quip something about his and Kirishima's recent conversation but a part of her, a part that itched the back of her mind told her to leave it at that. That perhaps starting the conversation like that would only result in a negative result from the ill-tempered classmate.

"Hey," she says instead, standing there dumbly.

His head turns to the side ever so slightly, acknowledging her presence, but he doesn't reply.

"I, uh...," she stammers, suddenly nervous of the conversation. "I heard a little bit of that," she says, hoping he gets what she's insinuating. "I haven't actually heard him like that in a while, so... thanks?"

"Thanks?" He echoes, followed by a scoff. "Like it was just a meaningless job for me to do?"

Kira blinks at the retort. "No, I-I didn't mean it like that," she says snappily. "And you know it." She pauses, stepping over into his field of view, his hands clenched together in front of his chin. The only thing that moves are his eyes as he watches her storm into the room. "You know exactly what I meant by that, Bakugou," she fumes. "You know what he's been like lately. You were there when we first found him, lying in that damn hospital bed." Her voice betrays her at the very end, cracking just as she uttered the last two words, like just mentioning it snatched her back to when he appeared so weak and helpless.

Bakugou's eyes simply narrowed as her voice ran away from her, wanting to be rid of this painful conversation already, not wanting the bad memories to surge back again. Kira huffed heavily and put her hands on her hips as she stared down at the carpeted floor under her feet.

"Dammit," she whispers, before looking up sharply. "Damn you, Bakugou."

Bakugou scoffs again for the thousandth time that evening, the sound muffled behind his hands and slowly stands up off the sofa, rising nearly half a head taller than herself. He takes a few steps before stopping beside her, his head turning an inch like he did a few minutes prior.