But Nothing Ever Stops You Leaving
Pair; Bakugou x Female Reader
Warnings; None, Angsty? Just two people sad because their feelings are tearing them apart?
> Her love for Bakugou only seems to drag her down, and she’s only a shell of who she was, filled with sadness at the way she feels like she gives herself up to see him succeed. He can’t admit what he feels, because he doesn’t know what these feelings are, he’s never had them. Even being kidnapped hasn’t given them the push they need.
A push that better come quickly, otherwise she’ll be burnt by him sooner or later.
A/N; I was just basically listening to ‘When the Party’s Over’ by Billie Eilish on repeat to write this, so listen to that while reading and you’ll get the mood. Also this is shit bc it’s my first BNHA writing but I love it and this idea.
There was a pain that couldn’t be put into words, not really. A certain ache that filled the lungs like blood, spilling up and over, trickling down her lips, her neck, covering her skin in reminder of her melancholy.
She could never read Katuski Bakugou. Couldn’t read past his aggression and his occasional lack of.
Emotion did not come easy to him, both subconsciously and by way of will.
She could have only ever guessed that this is what her life would be; it’s what she’d expected as soon as she’d come to the realisation that her heart became irregular in the presence of Katsuki.
It wasn’t the notion of a love unrequited that kept her swaying beneath an ocean comprised of desperation and black, thick, suffocating tears.
It was, rather, the looks he gave her. He knew the feelings she harboured, that much could be assumed.
He knew that she was completely, undeniably wrapped in his strong hold, her fragile existence softened in his calloused palms.
He looked at her knowing she’d burn herself down to keep him in the light. Knowing that she’d tear herself apart to make him whole.
And she in return looked at him in the knowledge that nothing she’d ever do would stop him leaving.
It was the same at this moment, her hand lingering pathetically on her door handle, with no real effort to take her in her room and out of his held gaze. His burnt red eyes steadily taking in her figure, her unspoken language, the way she would still hang onto his every unspoken word.
They simply looked at each other from either end of the hall, unable to come to terms with what it was between them; a stalemate.
He was a mystery, no flickering of any feeling ever seeing the light of day, save only once. She was a painted picture, strung up high and seen by many.
He had been rescued and returned safely home, but it was like he’d never left.
Experience hadn’t alleviated his reluctance to admit to caring for her, something she didn’t know he held for her in the first place.
Everything they’d been through- the attack on the USJ, the sports carnival, the training camp and its subsequent mishaps- none of it had done much to bring them closer. It only revealed truths about each other that they’d never cared to admit to themselves or others. In turn these truths had done their part in intertwining with her skin, up her arms, as if printed on her skin for everyone to read. She could now be perused like a library of emotion and memory, skimmed over and left to the side. A blurb read but a book never opened.
In the face of his imminent kidnapping, she could only let herself become what she’d felt herself to be. From her hands, swirling winds and an overcast darkness. They were after him, after all, and she knew that his stubborn nature would have him fight.
The forest was thick, and everyone was separated. She couldn’t have a clue where he was.
But he had known where she was.
For while her storms rattled the trees like cage bars that were holding her from him, he could see it all above the treetops, a violent rustling. If he strained his ears, he could even pick up her screams and shouts echoed in the winds ever so slightly.
He inwardly berated her for causing such a stir and attracting attention to herself. More so, his concerns lied in his own power.
He was obsessed with having it, and being the one to wield it. He was to be the best, should he get his own way.
But this was a new sort of power he hadn’t been ready to take into his incendiary hands. The power over her heart was one he didn’t know what to do with.
If she was not careful, the villains would find her, and make sure her winds would dim to a breeze, and then nothing at all.
All because she was letting him get the better of her.
She was letting him hurt her.
Whether he wanted to or not.
There he had been. Within the clutches of the villains, being pulled into a plan that was surely bigger than himself. His eyes took in all he could see in that moment, panicked and blown out, grasping frantically at all they could catch.
Only one thought processed, though.
Her eyes, through the trees, her winds blowing hair and tears about.
For the first time ever....
Bakugou allowed himself to mirror her, his face showing something akin to pain, and suffering.
And then they were gone along with him.
She was reduced back to nothing more than a breeze through the forest, as always when he was gone.
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