Mind of Mine || ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

chapter 23

Over the next few days, you fell into a comfortable routine.

Wake up in the morning, make breakfast for whoever was in the kitchen and wanted some, head to class with Jirou and Yaoyorozu, learn and train, head back to the dorms, make some dinner and relax in the common room.

Throughout the days, you felt yourself slowly gravitating more and more towards Bakugo.

He was the sun.

Hot and explosive, quite literally.

During training, you sometimes had to pause and just look at him. The ferocious grin on his face as he soared through the air, exploding his opponent and taking home the win.

He was the definition of victory.

It left you at awe, he was truly a masterpiece.

There wasn't much that had changed between the both of you. You were both taking it slow. You were trying to adjust to the new environment and school, while he tried to adjust to the new wave of emotions he got every time he thought of you.

Even if nothing had really changed, it didn't stop you from enjoying the perks of being soulmates.

A gentle kick from where you're sitting during lunch, a squeeze on the arm during training, a pat on the head as you walk by in the common room, a head on his shoulder when there's no one around.

The casual acts of intimacy were blissful.

Bakugo didn't realize how much he craved affection until he met you. Suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to lay his head on your lap as you played with his hair. He wanted nothing more than to hug you close and rest his eyes and listen to the beat of your heart.

He wanted more more more.

The touches were reminders that you existed, and that as promised, you were there with him.

A promise.

...

As you reached the door, there was a note plastered on it, directions to a different room where class would be conducted. Confused, you only shrugged and walked down a different hallway, taking a deep breath as you opened the door to the new room.

There were no regular desks inside the classroom, in fact it didn't seem like a classroom at all.

Beanbags were scattered across the room, with two chairs settled in the front. It looked like you were one of the last ones to arrive as various beanbags were occupied.

Jirou raised her hand up, gently waving at you to come sit on the empty bag near her.

Smiling, you plopped down on the seat, dropping your book bag by your feet. Leaning in, you whispered to them both.

"What's going on?"

It was the Yaoyorozu who answered, "Part of the healing process is to attend counseling with Hound Dog, but on certain occasions, we come here to face our fears/nightmares/bad memories. About a year ago, we experienced the attack at the USJ, and it's bound to stir up some nightmares."

Jirou took over, explaining the rest. "The class gathers together in which we each sit in the front and Counselor Takahashi has a quirk that lets her project any 'bad dreams' we have on the screen as a way to face it. And by doing this as a class, it helps bring us together and helps identify any triggers that we may face."