Reckless and Explosive (BakugouxReader)

A Chance

"So what? I'm supposed to stay to make him more likable?" You huffed, pushing your plate away.

Fujimoto dropped his head in his hands in defeat, "That's not what I'm saying at all." He stayed like that for a while before he finally looked back up at you. "Do I like having you around? Yes. Would I love for you to stay here? Yes. But I know that it's a decision for you to make. All I'm saying is, go talk to him. At least work that out before you leave."

The room fell silent as you mulled over what he said, but you knew exactly what would happen if you decided to go talk with Katsuki.

"I just can't," and with that you got up from the table, disappearing into Fujimoto's guest room.

For the rest of the night and much of the next day you tried to prepare for your departure. You needed your things packed, you checked job listings, you double and triple checked your flights and tickets. Obsessing over every little detail that by noon there wasn't really anything left for you to do. You didn't want to be left with your thoughts. Keeping busy prevented the scenes from yesterday from infiltrating your mind, but with nothing to do they quickly filled your head.

That future was inviting and perfect. It was everything you ever wanted, but it almost felt foolish to trust it. You had only seen the fairytale ending, the visions completely left out the everyday obstacles and arguments the two of you would face. Not to mention, people changed their minds daily, who's to say your future wouldn't be different by tomorrow.

Luckily there was a knock at the door and right now you would talk to just about anyone to have a distraction from this inner turmoil going through your thoughts. Opening the door without checking who it was, you immediately locked eyes with a pair of blood red irises. Swiftly you slammed the door shut, he was definitely the one exception to the long list of people you would be willing to talk with.

You could hear him call your name even through this wall between you, "Open the door, I just want to talk."

"I'm good thanks," you replied, leaning back against the wooden frame.

"Just open the fucking-" he stopped talking and you swore you could hear him suck in a breath. "I'm not leaving till you let me in."

If it had been anyone else you would have waited them out, but you knew Katsuki was only telling the truth. The stubborn fucker that he was. If it wasn't you who let him in, Fujimoto definitely would. Mustering up all the courage you had, you turned the knob and barely opened the door.

"What do you want?"

Seizing the opportunity he pushed the door open further, "Can we talk?"

Averting your eyes from his, you took a step back, letting him into the apartment. The front door closed shut as he followed after you to the dining room. Putting as much distance between you as you could, you walked towards the table, leaning against it with your arms crossed. The silence between you was loud, making you more nervous than when you first saw him. Your eyes swept over him, and you noticed the bruises that covered him from before had almost completely healed. Most of the cuts and stitches still remained, a few you knew would end up scarring if they weren't taken care of soon.

"Look, I've got things I need to do. So what did you want to talk about?" You asked when he made know move to continue the conversation.

His eyes traveled slowly, taking every piece of you in before they landed on your face. "You were just going to leave? I didn't even deserve a proper goodbye?"

"You're the one who said-"

"I know what I said," he interjected. "But I was angry then. I had just found out that you lied to everybody."