"There is No Restart Button" an ex Bakugo x reader fanfic

(Chapter 7) I'm Not Scared...

"Hey...how's your arm?"

You look up from your desk, seeing Izuku standing in front of you. His bright green eyes held subtle concern, not trying to make it too obvious he had been worried about you for the past week since you finally came back to school. Normally you would've given him a gentle reassurance that you were fine, like you always did, but things were much different now. The truth was you weren't okay, you hadn't been okay since it happened. You wanted nothing more than to go back in time and stop yourself from ever being stupid enough to put yourself in that situation, but you couldn't. You even tried hiding your bandaged arm under a uniform issued sweater, but the fabric catching against your bandages made it easy for them to fall apart or rub against your still healing wound and you didn't want to deal with that. For now, you wore just the short sleeve white button up shirt. It didn't look too out of place anyway since it was the middle of April and it was finally warm enough to convert to summer uniforms.

You look back down, your expression numb and your voice monotone and distant, "it's fine."

Izuku's brows furrowed, knowing you were going through a lot. You had taken a week off after your accident, and even when you came back to school people were constantly murmuring and whispering when you walked by. News traveled fast in middle school.

"It's...okay to not be fine, y/n. You...can always talk to me if you feel-"

"Let it go, Izuku," you mutter quietly, almost cold as you buried your head in your arms folded on your desk, "stop trying to always fix things like you know what you're doing."

Those words hit Izuku deep, the small timid teen going still. He stood in silence before speaking up quietly, his voice betraying the slight hurt in his heart, "Right. Sorry...for getting involved."

You kept your head buried, sitting in a numb, battered state of mind. You just wanted to go home. You wanted to make all of the gossipers in your school, the superficially concerned teachers, the useless friends you had all go away. You were sick of it all, you were sick of this life...you were sick of yourself. Nothing at this rate could make you feel better, not even-

"Oi."

You lift your head with lack of earnestness, looking up to see Bakugo standing in front of you now. Izuku already had a more worried, fearful look in his eyes, not for him but for you. Bakugo's own eyes were hard and stoic, devoid of concern like Izuku's were.

Bakugo paused as he looked at your despondent state before nudging his head to the door, "come on."

You mindlessly stand up from your seat like a broken down wind up toy playing the same tricks, moving past Izuku as you and Bakugo head out the door.

"K-kacchan-"

"Stay out of it, Deku," Bakugo says sharply but not as aggressively as he usually did, still walking out the door, "I told them I needed to talk to them after school. This has nothing to do with you so don't interfere like last time."

Izuku looked like he wanted to intervene, no doubt worried about how this interaction with you and Bakugo would turn out, considering how the last one ended. Instead of working up his courage like he should've, he just stood there powerless as you and your boyfriend walked out of the classroom into the halls.

As you two walked, you following behind him like you were used to doing in school, all sorts of students stared at you both. The whispers when you were alone were bad enough, but with Bakugo here it was ten times worse.

"They still hang out with him after what he did?"

"Talk about a wounded dog on a leash..."