Please Note: This part has mention of molestation in it!

Please read with caution!

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"Molested?" I finished Mineta's sentence, and he nodded. "Yes, I have felt it. Multiple times, actually. You're not the first person I've looked into their eyes, and they've been assaulted in some type of way. You're not alone Mineta. And I understand that what you do is a bit of a copping mechanism. A terrible one, might I add, but I can understand it."

Mineta laughed a little bit, as I made fun of him. But he didn't look angry with me anymore.

"Mineta, if you want, I can talk to the girls." I told him, and he looked up at me. "I won't tell them the whole truth, but I can try and explain that it's a coping mechanism. That way maybe they don't take it too much to heart."

"I'd like that." He said and nodded to me.

"Although, you should try to find a better coping mechanism." I told him. "The one you have now, kind of sucks." We both laughed, and he nodded.

"I'll work on it." He said. He was hesitant for a moment, before he suddenly jumped at me. Careful not to touch me skin, he was hugging me. And it wasn't even a nasty kind of way. It was a genuine hug.

I hugged him back, careful as always to not touch him. He pulled back, and nodded to me before closing the door.

I smiled, and definitely felt better. I was glad that I was able to fix it, despite him being a total creep at times.

But Mina was wrong, he didn't deserve that.

I stood up and turned to walk down the hallway, but as soon as I did I practically jumped out of my own skin.

Bakugo, Sero, Kaminari, Mina, and Kirishima were standing there with surprised faces.

How many times today am I going to give a nervous smile?

"Hi." I said and waved at them.

"Did that actually just happen?" Mina asked, and the boys nodded.

"Umm, how much did you just see?" I asked them, as I slowly stepped towards them.

"The hug." Kirishima said, and I was glad that's all that they saw or heard.

"We should probably get to bed, it's getting late." Bakugo said, and I was suddenly surrounded by my blanket Bakugo stole me from my bed with.

"But it's only eight o'clock." Mina whined, and Bakugo ignored her and picked me up.

"Night guys." I sighed and let Bakugo just pick me up and over his shoulder. Mina laughed at me, as I just played dead on Bakugo's shoulder. He walked all the way up to my dorm, and just welcomed himself into my room.

I didn't say anything as he lowered me down and sat me on my bed. I pulled my arms out of the burrito and yawned.

"Switch." Bakugo told me, and when I turned to look at him I was met with the sweatshirt I had given him, smacking into my face. It fell into my hands and I looked at him. He wasn't wearing a shirt, which I wasn't expecting.

I looked away from him, and took a deep breath. I could feel my face heating up like crazy, and my brain was buzzing by at a million miles an hour.

I didn't say anything as I slipped my sweatshirt off, and changed into the one that he had been wearing. It smells like him.

He took mine and slipped it over his head before climbing into my bed and opening his arms at me.

"You want me to be little spoon?" I asked him. This was new. Sure he had held me once before, but that was still something for him.

"Just lay down before I change my mind." He told me, and I fell into his arms.

I giggled at first as I snuggled into his arms and rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. I now understood why he did this with me. It was very pleasing.

"Hey Bakugo?" I asked him, and he hummed in response. I could feel him playing with the ends of my hair. "You seem to be doing better with your nightmares, and you've started opening up to your friends. Maybe you can try sleeping by yourself again, see if-."

"No!" He yelled and pulled me into him tighter. His legs were suddenly wrapped around my body, keeping me from being able to move completely.

"Bakugo, it was just a suggestion." I said and patted his shoulder, trying to get him to let me breath. But he only held me tighter.

"A shitty suggestion." He griped at me.

"I can't breath." I told him.

"Well then you can't leave me if you pass out." He told me, and I snorted.

"I'm not going anywhere." I told him as ii struggled. "But can you at least let me breath?"

"Fine." He said and let his arms relax around me, but didn't unwrap his legs.

"Hey Bakugo?" I asked and hugged him lightly.

"What?" He asked as I felt him playing with my hair again.

"What is this exactly?" I asked him, and sunk my head a little lower. I didn't want to look at his reaction, didn't want to hear it either. But at this point, the way that we were, it had to be asked.

"We're friends, I guess." Bakugo said.

"And that's it?" I asked him. I didn't want to push this, I didn't want him to get all defensive, and snap at me. But I needed to know.

"Why are you asking?" He questioned me, and I closed my eyes. I decided that keeping my mouth shut was probably the best answer. "Hey dumbass, why'd you ask?" He asked again, shaking me.

"It was just a stupid question." I told him.

"Doesn't seem like that." He said and shook me more.

"It doesn't matter." It told him.

"Of course that question matters." He griped at me. "What do you want this to be?"

"I don't know." I said and he stopped shaking me. "I know that I don't want anything if I can't touch you."

"Well you can touch me." He said, and I sighed.

"I meant skin on skin." I said. "Without making you scared."

"What you think I'm some weakling?" He asked, and I could only sigh.

"Just go to sleep." I told him, and closed my eyes to sleep.

"No I want an answer." He told me.

"Go to sleep, or I will send your ass out into the hallway." I told him, and he went quiet.

But now I couldn't stop thinking about what I was talking about.

A relationship? With someone who craves touch, while you're someone who fills people with fear just by poking them?

We both crave touch. But I can't give him the proper touch that he deserves. And I don't deserve any type of touch.

I'm glad I'm little spoon tonight.

I crawled up him a little bit more and threw my hood over my head so I could be as close to him as possible. Laying my head down on his shoulder, I felt him bury his face in the back of my covered neck.

Holding each other tighter, I could only think about whats going to happen when he moves on.

When he gets a girlfriend. It'd be weird if this was still a thing.

When he gets married. This could be considered cheating.

When he finds someone else who can comfort him the same way I can, hell, better than I can.

Who's going to comfort me?