[English Translation] Please, hold on...🥀 (BNHA Fanfic, Kiribaku)

Chapter 9

(image of the chapter from @/softoast on Instagram)

(A.N.: a lil smut scene INCOMING in this chapter, if you don't like it you can skip it (even though it's not really explicit), I'll put 3 asterisks to warn ya)

(Bakugou's POV)

I hold his hand.

In that moment I can't see anything but his lost and worried look.

I hope he will forgive me... Because I have forgiven him for hiding the truth from me.

Even though he did it, he was afraid of my reaction... It's my own fucking fault. If I had spoken to him beforehand about my feelings... Perhaps... Perhaps we would not have found ourselves in this mess.

He remains silent for a moment.

That moment seems to me to last forever, while my stomach tightens more and more in a terrible grip, more and more fearful of his response.

Knowing him... Perhaps he will be insecure and will say that he wants to think about it.

Because he doesn't want to hurt my feelings, but he doesn't want to ignore his either...

"K-katsuki..."

Finally the redhead decides to speak.

He... He called me by my name...

I love it when he fucking does that.

"I love you too... For longer than you can imagine... And I'm not ready to lose you now. Not after all we've been through. Yes, we lied to each other... But now it's in the past. We are two mature people, we can always start over. The important thing is that we both recognized that we were wrong." He says it all in one breath, looking me straight in the eye.

He takes my chin and this time he kisses me.

It is an even better kiss than the first one, where we exchange all the love and affection we feel for each other.

We detach ourselves again and both of us smile tenderly.

"I love you Katsuki."

"I love you too, Eijiro."

He forgave me... He really forgave me.

A few tears of joy fall down as I intertwine the fingers of my hands with his and rest my forehead on his chest.

"I didn't think that you would forgive me, shitty hair..." I say, jokingly calling him by that nickname that I had been giving him for years.

"And instead I did it... I, too, know how to be unpredictable." he replies, still smiling.

We properly stand up again and hold hands, going back inside the mall. I don't want to hold hands because of the paparazzi (and also because these gestures of affection so in public bother me), but I can't resist it. His hands are so warm...

I still can't believe it, that this fool is finally mine...

Well... Something is still missing...

"Eijiro."

"Hmm?"

"Tomorrow I want a decent date with you. You owe me that, remember?"

I feel him slightly jerking.

"But... As boyfriends?"

He's stupid.

Why exactly do I love him?

Ah, yes, precisely because he is my favorite stupid.

"No, as potatoes. As carrots. OBVIOUSLY AS BOYFRIENDS, DUMBASS!"