You... 

You murdered Ashido...

When that revelation finally dawned on you, you made a quick grab to hold onto your head, feeling as it spun from dizziness. You'd crack down into tears not long afterwards, and after Bakugou stopped searching for a pulse he looked to console you. 

"Well for starters, accidents happen.." He softly spoke, crouching down in front of you. His right elbow, which was pressed against his kneecap, kept his arm propped up with his chin surfaced on the palm of his hand. "I actually find the fact that you killed someone a little appealing." He was so blunt that it caused you to shoot your head up.

"H..How could you say that??! This is a crime, Katsuki! You're... you're truly a sicko.." You buried your face in your hands. "My life is over, but then again it already ended weeks ago.." The male ahead of you suddenly drew his face closer to yours, taking in your sorrow as his expression suddenly grimaced. "Hey. Let's not forget the fact that I'm doing everything for love. For us."

Although you were unwilling, he used his hand to push your head closer to his, and from there he laid a delicate peck on your forehead. That gesture alone acted as a trojan horse, and you could feel deep passion sprouting throughout your veins. "After that day I kissed you.. I decided that I won't let anything draw a line between us.. not even death. I'm the only person you need, and you're the only person I need. I don't care how much blood I have to spill, or how many lives I have to take, I just want you. I want you so much it's sickening." 

You felt your heart pound. Not out of fluster, or excitement, but out of terror. 

Bakugou stroked your head with empty, yet loving eyes that stabbed through you. His thoughts were terrifying. He, was terrifying. You failed to produce a sentence, for the guilt you carried of being the one responsible for Ashido's death weighed down on you. 

Once the both of you finally realized that things derailed, though only slightly, your captor was the one who took the initiative. "Let's go back to my room. I'll clean this up for you so you can sleep soundly." He helped you to your feet, careful to balance you. 

You of course looked at the corpse on Midoriya's bed, before using your hand to shield your eyes. 'What have I done... I took an innocent girl's life. I.. I can't forgive myself..' It stung to reminisce on the night you played the King's game with Ashido, and aided her in washing the dishes.. You had a lot of fun while being in her presence, and that young lady had so much going for herself.

...You had no right taking that away from her. 

As more time had been consumed, Bakugou led you back to prison. He made sure to be cautious while turning every corner, and eventually you gently stroked your arm as you stood in the center of his bedroom while he took the time to close his door. There were your clothes neatly folded and ready for your grab on his desk, but you hadn't acknowledged it until Bakugou had done so. "I thought you might've felt uncomfortable wearing hospital clothes, so I planned ahead."

Turning, the wardrobe wasn't hard to pass, and as the male shifted his head the other way, he spoke furthermore. "Go ahead and change. Pretend as if I'm not here." Yeah, that was easier said than done.

However, you no longer carried any ounce of shame, and so you faced the desk and started by reaching for your shoulder, carefully peeling the clothing downward. "Okay.."

Buzz.

You'd stop as soon as a vibration caught your attention. It came from your pocket, and naturally, you reached into it. The one behind you had been staring from the moment you decided to take off your clothes, but what garnished attention even more was your newly received message.

Unlocking your device, you noticed the email you'd received from an unfamiliar address, but once you clicked on it, things became as bright as day.. 'Huh..? It's from the hospital..' Giving the email a good scroll, you stopped at the lower portion, finding as though it would have some deeper importance.

"[F/N], [L/N].
We have performed further analysis and have found peculiar results after numerous scans, as well as blood tests. To ensure that this was no mistake on our behalf, we repeated the same process - yet to no avail. Which brings us to this. Depending on your resolve, this information may be a burden to you. 

[L/N], We are saddened to inform you-" 

Flinching, your screen flicked to a pitch black, signalling that the battery finally gave out.

Sure, It'd been unexpected, but you gripped onto your phone with wide eyes. And although the screen went dark, in the seconds before it'd done so... the end of the message was well embroidered into your mind.

You lowered your head while your arms dropped to your side, soon to release countless heavy breaths that transformed into erratic pants.

Alarmed by this, Bakugou made his approach, shifting himself in front of your field of vision. "What's wrong with you? It was that text message, wasn't it?" He reached for your phone but stopped, occupied by a giggle that left you.

Your shoulders lifted, and your head tilted back. "..It was.."

This strange demeanor of yours was something new. He couldn't decipher whether or not this was a good thing, or a bad thing. His lips pursed.

Upon having the courage to revert your hopeless, [E/C] eyes back onto him, you hadn't shown any sign of relief or distaste, only despair written about the expression you wore. Those news were supposed to bring you joy, but there was no more room for happiness in that stone cold heart of yours. "I..."

"..I'm pregnant, Katsuki..."

Even Bakugou became quiet. Those news you relayed seemed to pierce him in the heart, but at the same time.. he couldn't have felt happier. Pulling you into an ecstatic embrace, he pushed his nose onto your shoulder, concealing the heavy stroke of heat coating his cheeks. "I can't believe this.. so soon..." His grip tightened. "I can't wait to start a family with you, though.."

He broke away, knowing how much you adored personal space. But once he stared at your face... his own would plummet. With a hand to your stomach, waterworks were drawn against your cheeks, dripping onto your clothes. You ... were crying. 

Bakugou lifted his hands in response, undoubtedly perplexed. His red pupils were tainted with worry, and he had been left in the dark without an explanation to your tears. Your phone made a loud thud against the floor. "Why did it have to be you... of all people? I've only just turned sixteen... And I don't want to raise a child belonging to a psychopath... God must hate me, huh?"

Staggering back from him to create more distance between the two of you, you held something close. Something that made Bakugou's heart skip a beat in horror. You held the sharp boxcutter he threatened you with less than an hour ago, and trembled vigorously while you sniffled. 

"What.. what are you doing? Give that back, right now." Demanded Bakugou, shuffling one leg forward. The second he'd done so, you retreated with yet another step backwards. "Stay back!" You screamed, "Or so help me.. I'll ... I'll kill myself!" From that fierce glare in your [E/C] eyes, it felt like you were asserting your dominance. There was one thing you overlooked, though; his incapability to back down. His tenacity. His persistence.  

"...Look at you, [Y/N], you're trembling." Slowly, he advanced. "You love me too much to just off yourself. We also have our kid we should worry abo-" You silenced him by proving your determination. With the boxcutter held to your neck, the applied pressure caused blood to trickle down your jugular, earning nothing but an violent jerk from the other. "Shut up! Shut up, Katsuki! I don't think I'll be able to bear raising a child with you! You may even.. even try to force your insane antics onto them! You've so been blind to it all along, convincing yourself that I cared about you..."

"But I can't live with you happily knowing about what you've done."

"So please.. I beg of you... let me go.."

Quiet and paralyzed, your words were finally able to reach him. He understood entirely. About how you felt. How much you detested his very existence. Somewhere at the back of his unstable mind, the sound of something shattering was prominent. It could resemble to that of cracking glass, but for him, it was like his entire world fell into ruins. He's been dreading this moment, and now that it's finally come... he felt.. weak in the heart.

A hand reluctant in pressing itself up to his right eye, his head hung low. 

"..."

Making you tense up was the sound of a evidently dark chuckle; that became something much more. Bakugou's stability vanished then and there, and a maniac sound of laughter filled the ears. He couldn't keep his innermost emotions from spilling out, nor could he feign his ignorance any longer. "I get it now..." 

Met with his manelovent red eyes, they were without question both unknowable and cruel. Because of his strange attitude, you felt anxious. "You're ungrateful... Ungrateful for me, and everything I've done for you." He then scoffed tersely. "I never stood a chance, did I...? After all, you still have that stupid nerd on the brain..."

Regardless of your threats to drive him away, Bakugou stepped over to you slowly, one step after the other, making you fear for yourself. When he stood in front of you, his hands by his sides.. he gripped onto your wrist that held the blade. "..He's still weighing down on your conscious.."

"So that means I have to try harder."

"I'm going to be with you."

Your legs wobbled, feeling all the more vulnerable and feeble the more you stared back at him. [E/C] eyes watering, you were silently commanded to put down your foolishness. He could recognize that your strain was getting weaker, and with his other hand Bakugou reached for the boxcutter. "..That's a good [Y/N]. I know you're feeling all sorts of things right now, but I made it clear that I'd do more for you, and worse." 

"And because I love you ... you need to be taught a lesson.." 

No matter how vague that was to you, your muscles forced you to stagger away from him once again, meeting with his desk. Despite how calm his stone was, his face revealed his great aggression and unhappiness. Shaking your head in a pleading gesture while he reached for you, the boxcutter fixed itself in his palm for it was inclined to attack you. But of course; his attention was abruptly deterred.

You panicked on the inside, and could hear your heart thumping in your ears as both of your attention focused on the door. The knock was harsh and heavy, so much that you jumped in the process. Bakugou felt a bit of nostalgia, but did not hesitate for even a second. 'No one should be awake right now.. I saw most of them eating dinner...'

Pupils dilating with shock, he stared at his doorknob intently, while he tightly gritted his teeth in both anger and concern. 'Damn it... I got too worried about [Y/N] and that message that I forgot to lock the door!' Just as he wondered about the boundary keeping the two of you inside, it would suddenly swing open, and immediately catching his eyes was a rolling container, emitting some sort of smoke.

'What is that? A smoke grenade??' His eyes glanced around his figure. 'No, it's too thin!' His anxiety reaching the surface, Bakugou tensed up, but even then he was still rampaging with thoughts regarding your being. Although panicked, he forcefully smeared his hand against your features. Luckily; his hand was large enough to cover your nostrils, as well as mouth. 

"Don't inhale!"

 He shouted at the top of his lungs. His composure was blown into smithereens, he was panicked and you could very well see that. Naturally, whenever someone as confident as him grew wary, it made you gather a sensation of exposure. Eyes wide, you were utterly confused. 

Prioritizing over you to the best of his ability, Bakugou reached for your extra clothes and clumped it together to keep you from inhaling, and for himself he simply stationed his hand against his nostrils. 'Shit! Everything's suddenly going to hell! Judging from the sleeping gas, it must be the police.. So does that mean... they're here to take [Y/N] away from me?'

..No. 

Under no circumstance, were they going to take you. He was not going to accept that this was the end. 

[Chapter END]