Chapter 5

Chapter 5

He sat across from me on the couch, staying as quiet as me. Bakugo took the giant grenade gauntlets off and placed them on the coffee table. Shigaraki let me leave, I didn't even ask him if it was okay. I just left. Bakugo’s eyes hurt me sometimes. The red pools of nothingness. I tried to stand, but he blocked me. When we sat back down, he cleared his throat.

“Things have been hell ever since you left. No one is the same, and it hurts. . . it’s hurting Kirishima. Kirishima misses you a lot. He doesn’t stop talking about you and he doesn’t stop walking past your room. When Endeavor tried to go in there one day, he actually yelled at him. It’s weird seeing him this worked up. Aiko, whether you like it, they all miss you and they need you back. I swear, if you don’t clean all of this up and come back, I will blow you to hell. You made me promise I would let you protect me. I’m just making sure that you're promising the same thing. I want to protect you. Let me help you. Sure, you don’t think this is me speaking, but I care about you. I’m not this heartless person.”

His eyes looked into mine. I could read them once. ‘Come back.’ That’s all he wants. But why? I mean, I only ever bothered him when we would work together or when I would have my nightmares and call him. Tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision. He hugged me tightly, shushing me. Bakugo’s comforting, but he’s got a tough shell to crack.