You hummed gently, looking upwards towards the stars, corner of your eyes lingering on Bakugou. Despite it all... it still hadn't come back... and his neck was still barren. You didn't say anything about it, knowing now was not the time to bring up something else worrisome, especially after the hell that had just been put to a stop.
Neither of you still truly understood what it was about, or why you all were targeted in the way you were... but with Todoroki, Midoriya, and company on the scene, you were sure they'd be sharing some sort of idea with you all tomorrow.
Your eyes closed suddenly, another pain sprouting from your body and making you struggle to hide it. You hadn't noticed it when you had reawoken, seeing as you needed to help Shou with his brother, and then needed to concentrate enough to help Uraraka bring the memory and emotions to life... but now that everything was done- you couldn't ignore this pain much longer.
Something was wrong... and it was hurting like hell.
Your pace was slowly a lot over the last few minutes, enough for Bakugou to take notice now. He had originally assumed you were tired and walking sluggishly, but now, it was clear it was something else. You looked as if it was painful to move, and he was about ready to ask you what the hell was going on.
But of course, his words were too slow. And as he stopped to ask you, you ended up doing a dive towards him, legs finally unable to keep steady with the pain that was slowly growing more and more harsh as the seconds ticked by antagonizing.
You fell into his arms with a thud, going limp in his arms. Bakugou's eyes widened, seeing how you had literally fallen into him. Your breathing shallow and his heartbeat picking up slightly, looking at you with worry. Your eyes scrunched together in pain, an amount that seemed to justify your fangs protruding and drawing blood from your lips.
"Hey... what the fuck is wrong?" He gripped you, looking at your tired eyes.
"How long have we been passed out?" You spoke, looking at him, raising a weak hand to touch his cheek gently.
"No idea..." He breathed out, watching as you inhaled sharply, a pained expression coming onto your face again.
"Crap... my throat is killing me..." You muttered, looking at him with a desperate look in your eyes.
Bakugou's ears perked up slightly at this, and he looked further at you. Your fangs seeming unable to be put under your control and your skin seeming to lose much more color than it usually had. As well as the complaining of your throat was hurting and the pain that was painted loudly on your features.
"Well shit..." Bakugou sighed. "We must have been out for a while... you're going into your first craving."
"Huh?" Your eyes widened. "Seriously?"
"That's the only explanation I can think of... and I'm a much more seasoned vampire than you, dough girl." He shook his head as if he was upset with you, but the way he was still holding you said otherwise.
"God how did you fucking put up with this until you lost your damn mind..." You told him, gritting your teeth in a poor attempt to fight back against this pain. "It feels like someone poured boiling water straight from the pot down my throat... and it's constant!"
"Once again, idiot... I'm used to this shit. So I can put up with it better than you." Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Now, come on... let's get you home so you can get-"
He didn't have time to finish, instead falling onto the ground in the middle of the park by your apartment complex. It seemed as if your thirst was a hell of a thing, and waiting another five minutes wasn't very appealing to you. Thus now he was on the ground with you, sighing as he felt you begin the process of feeding.
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