You tell him you don't feel good
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You clutched your stomach, a dull ache radiating from within. You winced, hoping the pain would subside. Glancing over at Bakugou, you noticed he was engrossed in his hero training video, his explosive quirks crackling around him.
"Hey, Katsuki?" you croaked, your voice barely a whisper.
He didn't hear you. You tried again, louder this time. "Katsuki, I don't feel good."
He paused his video, his crimson eyes flashing towards you. "What?"
"I'm not feeling well," you repeated, your voice trembling.
He scoffed, his expression dismissive. "Probably just a stomachache from eating too much sugar. Man up and get over it."
His words stung, the pain in your stomach almost overshadowed by the hurt in your heart. You knew he wasn't always the most sensitive, but his disregard for your discomfort cut deep.
"It's more than that," you insisted, tears welling up in your eyes. "I... I feel like I might throw up."
He rolled his eyes, turning back to his video. "Then go throw up and leave me alone."
His harshness was like a slap in the face. You bit back a sob, feeling a wave of loneliness wash over you. You didn't expect him to coddle you, but a little bit of compassion would have been nice.
With trembling legs, you walked towards the bathroom, the pain in your stomach intensifying with each step. You locked yourself in, the tears flowing freely now. You didn't want him to see you like this, vulnerable and broken.
After several minutes of dry heaves, you slumped against the cold tile floor, feeling drained and defeated. You just wanted to curl up in bed and feel someone's arms around you, someone who cared. But Katsuki was clearly too preoccupied with his training to bother.
A wave of anger washed over you. How could he be so insensitive? Didn't he care about you at all?
You sat there for a while, lost in your thoughts. Eventually, you managed to pull yourself together and clean up. You trudged back to the living room, hoping he'd at least ask if you were feeling better.
He was still watching his video, his back to you. You cleared your throat, but he didn't acknowledge you.
"I'm going to bed," you announced, your voice barely above a whisper.
He grunted in response, not even bothering to turn around.
You crawled into bed, your heart heavy with sadness and disappointment. You closed your eyes, but sleep wouldn't come. The pain in your stomach had subsided, but the ache in your heart was still there.
You lay there, listening to the sounds of Bakugou's training, feeling more alone than ever before.
The silence stretched on, punctuated only by the distant rhythmic pound of Bakugou's training. You lay in the darkness, tears drying on your cheeks. You felt a cold emptiness within you, a hollow ache that no amount of sleep could chase away.
As the night deepened, you started to feel feverish. Your thoughts drifted, blurring the lines between reality and dream. You imagined yourself back in happier times, laughing with Bakugou, sharing secrets under the starlit sky. But those memories, once so precious, now felt like a cruel reminder of how much things had changed.
With a groan, you pulled yourself out of bed. You needed to talk to him. You needed him to understand how much his words had hurt you.
You found him in the living room, still engrossed in his training. He glanced up as you entered, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
"What do you want now?" he snapped, his voice harsh.
You took a deep breath, trying to control the tremor in your voice. "I need to talk to you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
He scoffed. "Can't it wait? I'm in the middle of something important."
"This is important, Katsuki," you insisted, your voice gaining strength. "It's about how you treated me earlier."
He rolled his eyes. "What's the big deal? You were just being a drama queen."
The words hit you like a physical blow. Tears welled up in your eyes again, blurring your vision.
"I wasn't being a drama queen," you choked out. "I was feeling genuinely unwell and all I wanted was a little bit of support from you."
He opened his mouth to retort, but then something seemed to change in his eyes. The anger softened, replaced by a flicker of something else, something you couldn't quite place.
"I... I didn't mean to hurt you," he mumbled, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "I just... I didn't know how to react."
You felt a sliver of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to salvage this.
"You could have just asked what was wrong," you said gently. "You could have offered to help me instead of just brushing me off."
He nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the floor. "I know. I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so insensitive."
The dam broke. You rushed over to him, throwing your arms around him. You held him tightly, burying your face in his chest, letting the tears flow freely.
He held you back, his arms strong and comforting. You felt his warmth seep into you, chasing away the chill of loneliness that had been gripping you.
"I love you, Katsuki," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "And I just want you to love me back."
He pulled away, his eyes searching yours. "I do love you," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "More than words can say."
He kissed you then, a kiss filled with apologies and unspoken promises. It was a kiss that held the weight of your fractured bond, mending it with love and understanding.
As the kiss deepened, you knew that this was just the beginning. There would be challenges ahead, but you would face them together, stronger and more united than ever before. You had weathered the storm, and in the process, you had found a love deeper and more precious than you ever thought possible.
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this is really bad and extremely unrealistic. reader supposedly had a fever when they went to go talk to bakugou, but it was never mentioned and never even implicated during their conversation. it's honestly pmo that the author ends almost all of her works in the same way, bakugou realizing his behavior was insensitive etc, then 'apologizing' by saying that he 'doesn't know how to react', and then writing some sentences in a cliche, hopeful tone.
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