#blastfueled

“  is that really what you want, bakugou  -  kun  ?  “

her voice is so quiet  ,  like a peaceful night scene  ,  with a twinkling of sadness in her tone to showcase her true feelings  .  but even though her stubbornness wants her to stay put  ,  she knows it would only make him worse  .  he would talk when he wanted to talk  —  whether she liked it or not  .

hand lingering on the door handle  ,  she turns back to face him once more  .  seeing him just sat there  ,  emotionless  ,  tore her up inside  .  with tears falling down her affectionately nicknamed cheeks  ,  ochaco fumbled to find words that could maybe persuade him to talk rather than brood  .

♫ – “could i... ...ask you a favor, bakugou?” nervous, more than usual when she spoke to him. typically cool, sarcastic, now sheepish, carefully avoiding eye contact. a moment, a deep breath to gather herself; what she has to ask isn’t embarrassing, and is in fact rather normal for students in their position, and yet...something about asking him sets her on edge.

makes her timid.