#bakugoukatsukixreader

She waits for a reply from the blonde. But silence just responds to her, making a frown appear on her face. Bakugou sends her a side glance, catching her disappointed expression. She turns around, arm slightly brushing against his before she sighs, "Goodnight, Bakugou."

Without another thought, she closes the door behind her and makes her way up to her dorm.

Outside, Bakugou was trying to figure out his thoughts. What was meant by that, was the comments Kirishima was making over text.

The soft-hearted hardening quirk user, who had witnessed Y/N's attempts to get closer with Bakugou, was trying to reason with the explosive blonde. The messages from Kirishima was beginning to irritate Bakugou foolishly.

To: Bakugou

From: ShittyHair

Subject: HEY I SAW THAT!!!

'You shouldn't act so cold towards her! She is only trying to help you!'

To: ShittyHair

From: Bakugou

Subject: Mind your own business

'Oh shut up, she's just going to get in my way. It'd be fucking great if I leave her alone.'

Kirishima sat on the couch closest to the window where Bakugou and Y/N's scene unfolded. He rolled his eyes at his best friend.

To: Bakugou

From: ShittyHair

Subject: You can be such a baby dude

'It's best if you actually try to react and become friends with her. Bakugou, she clearly thinks so much of you to actually keep on trying to talk with you.'

'If it were anyone else, they would've stopped trying on the third attempt. But she isn't just anybody else; she clearly likes you enough to not do that. So at least try to talk properly with her.'

Bakugou just shakes his head, sending a glare at his screen. He quickly types in a response.

To: ShittyHair

From: Bakugou

Subject: Mind your own business #2

'She's just another one of Kaminari's friends, she isn't that freaking important.'

A small smirk appears on Kirishima's face.

To: Bakugou

From: ShittyHair

Subject: I call BS

'Bakugou, I know you. You don't think that about her, just admit it.'

'You like her! You just don't think she'll like you like that!'

Bakugou growls at the words. He grips his phone so hard that the edge of it might be digging into his bone. But he could feel the warmth on his cheeks easily. He sighs, deciding that it was too late to argue with Kirhsima.

To: ShittyHair

From: Bakugou

Subject: Mind your own business #3

'It's not that, idiot. You think I don't know that she likes me? She's not very good at hiding that fact."

Kirishima half-grins. He places his chin in his palm as he types in his response.

To: Bakugou

From: ShittyHair

Subject: AWWWWWW

'Who knew you had such a hard time in the Game of Love?'

Bakugou looks at the clock, which was nearing his usual bed time. Today, everybody was put to hard training, so most students were already passed out. Bakugou made his way inside again.

He sees that Y/N did just what she said. There is still food on the table. Bakugou stares at it for a moment, thinking to himself. Why does she continue to do all these things? She couldn't possible have feelings for him, even with everything she'd done.

Bakugou went upstairs, ignoring the plate.

In the Morning . . .

Bakugou passed the the closed doors in the hallways. Kirishima was beside him, seeming to have forgotten of last night's scenes. The blonde shoved his hands into his pockets, ready to place his foot on the floor down. Until another voice caught his attention. From Kaminari's room.

"Denki, I'm not so sure about that." Y/N says, voice muffled from the wall separating the two in the room from Bakugou himself. He halts his movements, hand gripping the fabric of his sweatpants.

"The Hell is she doing in Dunce Face's room? She isn't stupid enough to get that wrong, is she?" He growls. Kirishima smirks at him. He pats his shoulder and says, "Don't be so jealous, Bakugou." The said boy shoves Kirishima's hands off of him. Bakugou scoffs back, "Why would I be jealous of that moron?"

Before Kirishima can say anything back to him, Kaminari responds to Y/N, "Hey, we both know that girls just love scary movies! Having someone to hang onto, distract you from all the jumpscares." Bakugou faces the wooden door, seeing two shadows creeping from the little sliver of space underneath it.

He hears Y/N mutter back, "I'm not afraid of that much! Mr Aizawa has been training me real good to get my scared levels to a minimum!" Bakugou can almost feel the smile on her face. But Kaminari only laughs, voice dipping to a near whisper but loud enough for Bakugou to hear from his moving spot directly in front of the door. "Y/N... what about him? Aren't you scared of him and what he'll say?"

There's a silence, meaning that Y/N was contemplating her friend's words. Bakugou nearly presses his ear to the wood, catching Y/N's attempts in finding words to respond well with. Kirishima has to hold in his laughs, going on without him to the common room.

The girl stutters, "Denki, you—you don't know what could happen... He could be a, um — just trying to 'figure me out' or 'get used to me'. I am not scared of what he'll say..."

There's footsteps and the two shadows meet. He can hear a pat of clothing, like someone placing a hand on a shoulder.

"If you're that sure, then I'll let it be. You're my strong Y/N anyways!"

Bakugou feels his heartbeat quicken as Y/N hums back a reply and says she's going to start on breakfast breakfast. Bakugou rushes towards the end of the hall, making it four steps quickly down before the bedroom door swings open and Y/N is staring down at him.

"Morning, Bakugou." She smiles, closing the door behind her and passing him down the hall. He glances at her, raised brow and hands in pockets.

"What the Hell is wrong with you?" He murmurs, Y/N looks back up at him from a few feet away. She answers, "Oh, nothing. I'm just on my way to make breakfast. Do you want anything?"

The realisation hits him like a bullet to the liver — no, to the heart. He felt his breathing go ragged as he remembered the dinner he left on the table last night. The one she saved for him. He didn't know why, but for some reason he feared the sight of her seeing his still full plate on the table, untouched.

He comes back to his thoughts, seeing Y/N tilt her head and face him fully. "Bakugou? Are you day dreaming?" She sends a small smile as he makes his way down the hall and around the girl, walking into the elevator.

He growla, "I'm not, calm down. I'll just have whatever." Y/N follows him, giving off a small giggle. Bakugou makes in into to kitchen once the elevator stops as Y/N goes into the common room to ask what everybody wants. Bakugou gulps, spotting his plate and walking over to it, hiding behind his back before Y/N could see.

"Okay, I'm just going to make Kaminari's favourite since nobody can decide otherwise." She states, getting the ingredients out and preparing a few things. She rolls up her sleeves and looks over to Bakugou, who was awkwardly standing in his place, hands behind his back.

She tilts her head, wrapping an apron around her neck and waist before asking, "What's wrong? You can sit down if you like." He gulps, clutching the plate tightly in his hands.

"I—I know, I'm not stupid. I just wanna' stand, is that a crime?" He retorts, making her smile and turn around to cut some ingredients. She heats up the stove, putting in the first few ingredients before chopping some more. Bakugou takes the chance to slowly walk to the other room with the plate, eager to hide it. A few steps later, the floorboard creaks and Y/N looks over to Bakugou.

"Hey, why're you acting so strange?" She questions, turning down the heat of the stove. She places a hand on her hip as Bakugou keeps the plate behind him. "I'm not doing anything! You're just stupid!" He argues as she steps closer.

He takes a step back. This continues until the plate is nearly digging into the wall and Bakugou is leaning away from Y/N.

She warily tries to look behind him, not catching a glimpse. "Bakugou, come on, I won't get mad." She states, crossing her arms. He holds his breath, taking a moment before showing her the plate.

A frown is placed on her face. "So you didn't eat?" She questions, taking the bowl in her hands.

"No, I didn't."

"Did you not like what me and Tsuyu made?" She asks, staring down at the untouched food. Bakugou sighs out, leaning against the wall, "It didn't look like trash. I just... didn't want to eat, okay?"

She glances up at him, a frown on her face still. She hums, stepping away, "Right... You didn't need to hide it, you know. You could've just told me."

She tries to look convincing, but it was obvious she was hurt by his actions. However she was right.

Why did he feel the need to hide something so small from her? It's not like she was bawling her eyes out. No, she was just a little disappointed. So... why was there this heavy pain in his chest?

"Is there something you don't like about me, Bakugou?" She asks.

The question stumps him. He searches through the drawers of times she's annoyed him. But for some reason, he can't bring himself to say that he hated them.

He kinda' liked the way she would always offer him something before everyone else. He kinda' liked the way she would give him all the attention. He kinda' liked the way she kept coming back to him.

A small almost appeared on his lips.

Almost.

Perhaps he was being too greedy.

"You are a liability." He states bluntly, crossing his arms.

Y/N raises her brows and repeats, "'Liability'?" She shrugs her shoulders, not exactly understanding the point Bakugou was making. And that just make him more irritated. He retorts, "Yes, a liability. You know what that is, right?"

She frowns a bit. "Of course I do, Bakugou. What do you take me for?" Her voice was a bit harsh, but she realises it and breathes in. "I just don't understand how I am a liability." She brushes her feet against the floor, trying to ease off the confusion. But Bakugou only rolls his eyes.

"Sure, you cook and know how to use your quirk to a mediocre level, but seriously... could you really help in a fight?" He questions. Y/N opens her mouth to retort, furrowed brows. But as much as she wanted to, she couldn't answer back.

Bakugou goes on, "I've seen our classmates risk their lives for many people in many occasions. But you the most." Y/N widens her eyes at his words.

"People will always hurt you and most of our class will always turn a blind eye and save you." He points to the living room, where the rest of Class 1-A remained unknowing of the conversation. "Don't you see that, Sweetheart?"

She clenches her fists at her sides. "I—I do, but it's not like I don't try to help back." She was getting a little mad. Which was rare when she talked to Bakugou. "I don't just stand there like an idiot, I do whatever I can. My quirk is useful." She states. Her little pride makes Bakuhou smirk.

He retorts, "Useful is you can use it like a Pro. You can't. You can't do a lot, Dumbass, face it." Y/N pouts a little, nearly crossing her arms as she looks to the wall beside them. Bakugou tilts his head, walking a step closer to her. "Can you save our classmates? Can you escape a kidnapping? Can you kill someone? Even if it means that so many others will live?"

Y/N doesn't respond to his questions. Bakugou sighs out, annoyed, "They won't always be there to help you. You have to learn to fend for yourself."

Bakugou was holding himself back. He knew it himself, he did it on purpose. He half listened to Kirishima's words that were telling him to try better. He had to say something that would graze her heart, not yet pinning it down.

He could've been a lot more harsher.

"You would be much more of a help if you left me alone."

He could've been a lot less harsher.

Y/N turns around immediately, lifting her shoulders. She moves to the bench and puts the plate down, staying like that for a second before turning back around to Bakugou.

He was nervous.

"I see. Well, I'm just going to finish up breakfast and then I'll be... busy." She states, going back to doing what she was before. Bakugou stays leaning against the wall, following her movements with his eyes. He could see that she wanted to say something more.

She wanted to argue back again. She had never been one to just let things slide. Bakugou's seen her bicker with Iida about which store had the best meats and vegetables. But this was different; as if she didn't want to fight with him.

The scraping of the pan takes his mind as she finishes up her chore, putting it on two plates and then placing them on the table. She stares down at her hands before taking her apron off and putting it back where she got it. "Excuse me, Kiri..." She mumbles, moving around Kirishima who stood beside in the entrance. He had heard their conversation and finally decided to show himself.

Without another word, Y/N heads upstairs.

Bakugou slowly moves to sit at the table. His posture was slacked. He acted as if he was an even moodier teenager. His shoulders slouched, feet dragged along the floor and the loud noises he made without caring of everybodh else filling the eating area. But the weight on his chest never left.

He wasn't supposed to like her. So why was he so... what's the word?

"Guilty." Kirishima pointed out, sitting beside him, "You feel guilty. I told you, dude, you should've listen to me instead of trying to hurt her."

"I don't care."

"Oh my God, that wasn't very manly of—"

"Shut up."

Footsteps are heard against the floor. Bakugou shoots up from his spot, hoping to catch a glimpse of the beautiful H/C girl, but instead he's met with the electric boy and invisible girl.

Kaminari asks, "Hey, where's Y/N?"

Bakugiu breathes in, hope washing away. He quickly picks himself up as Sero retorts, "Oh, L/N? She went back upstairs, told us to eat without her because she needed to do something." Kaminari groaned on, saying how meals tasted better with all your friends around.

Bakugou wasn't listening. He was imagining what Y/N was doing.

The next time he sees her is when Kaminari announces that they're leaving to talk to Mr Aizawa about the training room. It was only supposed to be Kaminari, Midoriya and Y/N. But Bakugou wanted to go too.

He scoffs, "Why can't I come? I just want to train, what's so freaking wrong about that?" Kaminari rolls his eyes, tugging on his black jacket. Iida looks to Y/N as he opens the door. Y/N pulls her hair up into an up-do and faces away from Bakugou, walking towards Kaminari and Iida by the exit.

"Please, calm down. It's just extra training. L/N has asked Kaminari to help her practice and I'm sure Mr Aizawa will be more persuaded to allow us the usuage of the training block with me supervising. Is that a problem?"

The other blonde has no response. Bakugou squints his eyes at Kamiari before turning his gaze to Y/N. She looks away, moving closer to Kaminari. She stands behind him, hand resting on his arm as she looks at the ground. Bakugou ticks back, "Whatever. If I hear you made us miss out of training tomorrow, you're all dead!"

Kaminari turns around, walking through the door. "Oh please, everyone knows you wouldn't hurt Y/N." He taunts before looking over his shoulder to Bakugou, a cold glare disguised by a smile towards him. "Right?"

The look sent light shivers up Bakugou's back. He gulps a little, turning his head down. He doesn't say anything else as Kaminari leads the other two outside. Iida places a hand on the top of Y/N's shoulder and slightly pushes her through the door. Bakugou glares at the gesture.

"I can feel the anger radiating off of you." Kirishima chimes, a smile on his face as he stood behind Bakugou. The angered boy ignores him, hearing the door shut. He hated the feeling in his stomach. How much he wanted to cut Iida's hand off. How much he wanted to just pull Y/N away from him. It was amazing how long it took for him to see that he was...

"Well, look at that." Kirishima chuckles, chin in his hand, "Now should I call this version of you 'Jealous Bakugou'?" He scowls back in return, walking back towards the kitchen. "Shut the Hell up. I've got better things to do." His eyes fall onto the empty plate on the table. His empty plate on the table.

Why couldn't he just be nice to her? It isn't that hard. He could've finished his dinner like he did with breakfast. But no, he decided to be an asshole.

The Next Day . . .

Y/N was sitting on the couch, talking with Mina, Kaminari and Jirou about home and memories and what they'd do once they finish their internship.

It was a light hearted conversation. Y/N was actually laughing along with her friends. Jirou would roll her eyes from the separate couch she sat on, Mina would clap her hand as she giggled beside Y/N and Kamiari would place his hand on Y/N's shoulder, laughing too.

It was very comfortable.

And it would be just perfect if Bakugou didn't come stomping into the room with his gaze set on Y/N.

She was currently looking up at Kaminari, Y/N smiling widely with rosy cheeks as he mentioned one of her 'cutest moments'. A huge weight fell on Bakugou's chest. He walked up to them, standing directly in front of Y/N as she opened her eyes and stared up at him.

The giggles halted as Jirou and Mina shared a glance before turning to Y/N. She played with her hands. "What is it, Bakugou?" She was no longer cheery when she spoke to him. More monotone and eyes averted. It made him frown a little.

"I just want to talk to you, Idiot. It won't take too much of your precious time." He states, making Y/N gulp. She looks up at Kaminari, who shrugs his shoulders. The way she looked for his opinion kind of irked Bakugou. He holds out a hand to her. "Come on, it's just a conversation."

Y/N sighs, standing up and ignoring the hand being presented to her as help. As she walked towards the door, Bakugou dismissed how she reacted to not taking his offer. He followed her, closing the door behind them.

It was silent at first. It was midday and others were walking down the path, every few minutes a group stroll drive by, having training sessions. People were going along with their day like nothing was happening.

"Why are you so close with him now?" Bakugou asks, a softer voice. Y/N turns her head to look up to him where he was leaning against the wooden post. He refuses to meet her eye, just staring at the path in front of them as silence passes. Y/N responds, "I've always been close to them."

She didn't know who exactly Bakugou who talking about, so she tried her best to get him to say it.

He rolls his eyes. "Oh please, don't give me that, Sweetheart." He sighs out, facing the opposite building to them, "Tell me the truth... Is this payback?"

Y/N's brows furrow a bit. She makes her bidy turn to him fully, crossed arms over her chest. She asks, "What are you talking about? 'Payback'?"

He nods his head, biting his lip. "You think that I don't see you cling onto him more?" Y/N furrows her brows, uncrossing her arms with a still confused look on her face.

Bakugou goes on, "It's literally been onlybtwo days and you can't seem to be in a room without him. Hell, I could hear him on the phone with you last night! You know how much stupidity I claimed from that conversation?"

He shakes his head and scratches his cheek. "You can barely stand to be apart from him! Is that what you used to do to me?" He squeezes his arm in his hands.

"Try to hold my hand, link our arms together... How come I never knew this? And why am I getting so freaking pissed over it?" Bakugou runs a hand through his hair. He's so angry with himself.

"I don't know what to say, Bakugou. Really, I don't..."

He gives her a look, finally. She's holding the same innocent, confused expression. She looked so cute, it was hurting Bakugou.

He growled, "Ugh! Stop doing that! Right now!" He places his hands on her cheeks, squishing them a bit before pinching them. Y/N makes a small noise. "H—Hey! What did I do now? Stop hurting me, I'm just listening to you!" She claims, hands gripping his wrists. He leans forward as she did so backwards.

"You're—You're making that face at me! Don't do that anymore! Or I won't stop pinching your cheeks!" He retorts, stepping more closer to her.

The tips of their shoes touch as Y/N grumbles back, "It's not my fault, Bakugou! Blame my parents! It's just the way my face is! What, want me to wear a mask all the time?"

That would be easier for Bakugou. That way, he wouldn't feel his heart beat too hard for her mere smile.

"Why are you pinching my cheeks so hard? I'm gonna have marks now..." She closes her eyes as Bakugou pinches her again. She's stopped her restraints, still holding his wrists. The pretty scene makes Bakugou stop his actions mid way and just stare at her.

Her cheeks were slightly pinker, brows knitted and eyelashes falling on her skin with a small pout on her lips.

He groans, "Because you fucking—! You're making me wish for something I never had! You're making me want something I left behind! You're just... just..." He trails off, fingers releasing Y/N's reddened cheeks from his torture. His shoulders slump and his head is leaning down.

Y/N widens her eyes, gripping his wrists tighter. "Bakugou, what's wrong? Why won't you just tell me properly?" She requests, head leaning a bit back as Bakugou's head drove into her shoulder. His hair brushes against her cheek and she stops her movements.

"I freaking... hate you." Bakugou whispers, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and another trapping her waist.

His actions were so contradictory to his words. It stumped Y/N.

She dropped her jaw a bit before hooking her arms around his neck, gripping the back of his shirt tightly. They were silence for a while.

"You're an asshole, Katsuki."

Bakugou thought he had heard her wrong. First, she had just insulted him, an 'asshole' of all things. Second, she just used his first name. Why did it sound like Heaven on earth to Bakugou?

Y/N digs her head into his shoulder and neck. "I can't believe you. Bakugou Katsuki, Class 1-A's stone-cold student. All this time, I thought I was doing these things for nothing. That you wouldn't return my feelings at all, but now look at us."

She laughs, feeling Bakugou tug her closer, "Someone who didn't try at all, and someone who tried way too much. You're such an asshole for making me wait this long."

Bakugou closes his eyes. He could imagine the smile on her face. "Well, it would've been so much freaking easier if you stopped looking at me like I was your source of life."

Y/N breathes in, rubbing his shoulders. "Sorry I guess."

He pulls away a bit, sheepishly looking at the ground. "Does... Does this mean that we're okay?" Y/N takes a moment to think. She's been trying so hard to get Bakugou to talk to her properly. And here he was, asking if they were alright.

Without another word, she leans up on her toes and puts her lips over his. She grips his hand, the other palm on his shoulder. She tilts her head and closes her eyes, feeling complete when Bakugou begins to kiss back.

He holds his arm around her waist and pulls her closer, squeezing his eyes shuf he felt as if when he opened his eyes he would witness her disappear. But Y/N pulled away, making the both of them open their eyes. Bakugou was wrong. She was still here.

Y/N left a hand on his cheek. "We're okay now, Katsuki. As long are you promise to be more open with me?" Bakugou nods his head, leaning his forehead against hers. He hums, "I will, Y/N. I will." He presses a kiss to her nose.

"Trust me, Sweetheart."

Sunlight peeked through the cracks in the curtains, and the glow was able to be inferred due to the reflection through your eyelids. You felt groggy, sluggish even, and the only thing you could bother to comprehend was the muscular arm that was wrapped tightly around your waist. 

You could feel the spiky blonde hair that you have grown to love even more everyday, and the way that it brushed against the top of your head made you fluster just the slightest. It didn’t help that the said blonde wasn’t wearing a shirt, so you could feel his chest as you laid against it. 

At the recognition of the situation, you shuffled around a little. He went back to cuddling you close to him as you found a more comfortable position, and in favor of keeping your eyes closed, your lips met his jaw with lazy gentleness.

He grumbled a little bit, not opening his eyes, but loosening his grip on you just the slightest to pull you up a little higher. He was quick to do so, yet you remained persistent in attaching your lips to whatever part of his body that you could reach. 

Nose, cheek, forehead, jaw - you name it. The sun still caused some slight disruption, but you endured through the bright struggle. This was your plan for the next few minutes, and when you were close enough to your blind target, you struck. 

Throughout Bakugou’s grumbling and meaningless complaints, - he loved it, you both knew this - he was getting to be a little more antsy than he usually would be when you stayed at his home overnight. 

It was evident that he was getting impatient by now, and the fact that you were missing his lips just the slightest was starting to get to him. So, in his sleep-induced lethargy, he kissed you slowly on the lips. 

Your response was almost immediate, and though you knew that someone would probably disrupt the little moment you two shared, neither of you cared. All that mattered in the moment was each other.

He raised a hand to brush the back of your head, gently grabbing it to pull you closer than you already were. The slight force in combination with the quiet of the morning and his slightly-chapped lips made you blush just the slightest. 

Despite the time passing you both by quickly, you both pulled away and let your lips meet once again. Time after time, you repeated the action. 

It wasn’t until around ten minutes passed that you both just stopped and scooted closer to the other. You, curled into his broad chest with your arms pressed to your chest, and him with his arm draped lazily over your frame, his head resting on top of yours. 

—

Checking the mail when he arrived home to see a letter from their local doctor to his y/n and opening it to see that his girlfriend had a bad condition with no possible ‘cure’ or ‘last resort’ to help with her condition caused by stress and insomnia he was scared, he rushed inside the house, stressfully slamming the door shut and walking into the living room to find his what looked like a now fully alert girlfriend with dark bags under her widened eyes with her hair a little messy, she tried to keep it tamed, but the first thing she still asked him was if he was alright, then she checked his forehead for a temperature while he stared speechless at her, mouth ajared and eyes wide with regret, sadness, anything in remorse “Youre sick and you didnt tell me?” He managed to mutter out after grabbing a soft hold onto her hands, something he hadnt done in a while because all his touches to her were violent and dangerous, the way he just spoke to her was the calmest in weeks, months even because he had been noticing the raggedness in his throat whenever he left to work.

She looked down, sadly, “I tried telling you but you told me I was just lying and being selfish..” his breath hitched realising that she wouldn’t live because of him.

Sure she told him she was fine and he didnt need to worry or that it wasnt his fault but that only made him realise how selfless she was, how much she really loved him and how idiotic he was, he finally realised what an idiot he was, a dirty unloyal cheater is what he called himself, undeserving of the very person he vaguely remembered promising to himself that he would give his life and propose to, because, because? He didnt remember because his mind was poisened with the thoughts of the nights he spent with someone else.

He knew that the memories would rush into his mind either after she died or while he tried his best to care for her during her last few days, when he couldve been doing this for until they grew old together.

He didnt remember why he did what he did but he knew that would be the greatest regret of his life; destined to burn into his mind while he recited her very words about moving on and living his life as strong as he always did or at least now could-though she didnt say that last part herself, he knew its what he knows wont stay out of his mind.

—

And so the days went by, he had stayed home from work to comfort her while in denial about the inevitable death ((Unus Annus👀)) coming to her.

—

He gave as much love to her that he could, made her the food she desperately needed, made her feel as needed as she was to him, bathed her himself and made her feel comfortable.

Even when she knew he was cheating on her she never stopped loving him, making sure HE was alright even when her very own health was slowly dropping as the weeks passed.

She knew what he did and she still didnt stop caring for him and his health, not her own. She shuffled and shivered in his embrace, causing him to adjust the blanket on her while smiling softly, the other rested on her back hugging her closer to him.

When her breathing evened once again he continued thinking, ‘Was it worth it?’ He would sometimes think to himself while brushing her hair.

He remembered the time he asked her if he was that worth it that she would sacrifice her health for;

‘Was I that worth it?’ He asked her while he adjusted the f/a bag on her back, to which she sadly looked down and said ‘You werent supposed to find out, When that letter arrived I was supposed to leave after seeing how bad my condition is,’ he stared down at her in shock as she continued,

“If I had gotten to the letter before you and left it would all be a little better..you wouldve forgotten me and moved on, I know you wouldve. I didnt want to bother you anymore, so I figured it’d be better if I left and probably went and lived with Hanta or Jirou instead of dying and leaving my body for you to find..I didnt want to cause so much trouble for you..’ His eyed watered and so did hers when she looked up at him..

—

Driving her to what she knew would be her last festival and what he denied it to be, he held her hand as if it would be the last time he would ever get the chance to.

—

She pulled him weakly by the hand, taking him from ride to ride—while he complained about how it might not be safe enough for her to ride, she didnt listen though, she still dragged him on, the cycle kept on going with y/n taking him on rides wether he worried about her safety or not, she took him to get some food and candy from time to time, she even asked him to win the f/c bear for and he nodded.

—

They watched the fireworks with her arms wrapped around her new bear and her bag and his wrapped around her, he watched as she looked up at the bright lights in the sky, he noticed how they reflected in them.

—

When they got home, she didnt tell him that she felt more unwell than usual, she just told him that ‘I had a great night, ‘Suki. I really love you, you know?’ She hugged him while he wondered where this came from but didnt take much mind as he listened with a smile on his own, she then continued ‘When Im gone, I dont want you to be sad,’ she whispered, ‘Dont say that.’ He shook his head, arms wrapping atound her and hugging her close ‘Youll be fine, you told me youll be fine..’ ‘I know..I just want you to know that, I love you and I want you to be happy and smile, dont dwell on the past, I forgive you, you know that right?’

He nodded, picking her up and taking her to their room, undressing her and putting her pyjamas on then the same with himself while she climbed under the cover and continued, ‘I mean it okay? So dont think it was your fault’ ‘But it was’ he muttered, sadly. ‘It wasnt.’ He didnt argue, he just stayed quiet, contemplating and dwelling on how he knew it was. ‘Are you hungry? Ill go make you some f/f..’ he left the room, not waiting for an answer, leaving you to look down disappointedly.

He didnt want to listen because he knew what you were going to say. Weakly closing your eyes, your hands wrapping around your torso, you opened your eyes a few minutes later, you felt awful, you felt your time closing in you, you swallowed some saliva or at least tried to, you heard Bakugou walk back in and the smell of f/f invaded your senses, you looked up and he walked over with two trays, both holding f/f and f/d, you smiled a small smile that weakly faltered when he put the trays down on the bed and grabbed the remote to the tv in your shared room.

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That night when he held you in his arms and ran his finger through your hair and you slowly faded away, youre heart beat faltering, to which only the bear you held—between you two chest to chest—could hear.

‘Suki?’

‘Hm?’

‘I love you so much you know that right?’

‘I know..I love you too y/n’

You smiled, hearing him as he spoke genuinely, he really did love you, he just didnt remember or realise that he did so much until he woke up the next morning, your time had come and gone, your heart—

—‘Y/n? Baby wake up, its time to get up’ he shook you softly, you still clung to both him and the bear between you both—faltered that night, it had finally given up and you had lost your last game—

—‘Y/n wake up!’ He checked your breathing, your pulse, anything he could think of to try and give himself some hope that you weren—

You didnt want to die unhappy but you didnt want to stress him or frustrate him when or if he found your body had you stayed and he didnt read the letter.

—t dead, to try and give himself some hope that you werent dead, but the large lack or little to none of heartbeat and the fact that you werent breathing only made the tears fall from his eyes faster—

Its not the time to dwell on the past anymore, you just had to focus on not being scared of what was to come next, so instead you took in as much of Bakugou as you could, you latched closer onto him and took in his warmth and tried to focus on the bear, the calm bear that basically had no idea what was happening around it.

—‘Please wake up, Please wake up’ he repeated while dialling Emergency Services—

At least Suki would have it to take care of him while you were gone. You closed your eyes, and let out one last breath, feeling his grip tighten on you, a tear ran down your cheek as death took you with a gentle touch.

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—‘I love you’ Bakugou whispered to your grave, tears running down his face as he hugged the bear the won you at the festival the night you died in his arms..when the found his body and a note saying,

‘Bury me with the bear next to her -Katsuki Bakugou’