Fantasy Bakugou x Reader

Chapter 62

What did Kirishima just ask?

"Ex...cuse me?"

"I mean-"

Kirishima dug his nails into the blanket, gritting his teeth as he thought about his next words carefully. He slowly glanced up at Bakugou, who was watching you with a confused look, noticing your own confusion. Kirishimas eyes were bright red, the red pooling out into little wisps along his cheekbones. He needed to calm down, otherwise he was going to get hurt, or hurt someone else, and that would only piss Bakugou off further. Kirishima opened his mouth, but no sound came out, choking on his own words. Was he asking for too much? He tried again, ignoring your change of expression and hiding his face.

"I just- I'm overcharging on power right now; I over exerted myself and now suffering the consequences...but..."

Kirishima stopped again, feeling ashamed of himself. Asking for something like that, in front of his prince, his princes wife? He shook his head and looked up, immediately looking away when you made brief eye contact.

"It would settle if I could calm down...and..holding you would help..."

You stood frozen in surprise as Kirishima finally muttered out his request, watching as the red glow still wavered with his movements. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited to be declined, but you only sighed and turned your back to Bakugou once more.

"ҜДtЅҴҜЇ, ӉЄℓҏ ӍЄ, ҏℓЄДЅЄ?"

You motioned to the back of your dress and the prince was on you immediately, untying and unweaving the strings that kept the dress tight to your body. As he loosened the corset, you let out a sigh of relief, sliding out of the outfit and into the nightgown you had grabbed earlier, before Kirishima had made his request. You adjusted your nightgown in the large mirror, smiling at Bakugou as he stood behind you and pecked at your neck lovingly.

"What will happen if you...don't calm down?"

Kirishima thought for a moment, asking Bakugou the same question, making the prince hum and speak lowly.

"ҰөҴ'ѴЄ ҋЄѴЄЯ ℓЄt Їt ԌЄt tӉЇЅ БДԀ, Ѕө Ї'Ӎ ҋөt ЅҴЯЄ. ЄѴЄЯҰtЇӍЄ ҰөҴ өѴЄЯ ЄӝЄЯt ҰөҴЯЅЄℓҒ tӉөҴԌӉ, ҰөҴ'ѴЄ ДℓѠДҰЅ ӉДԀ tӉЄ ЄҋԀℓЄЅЅ ԀЄЅЄЯt ДҋԀ ҏℓЄҋtҰ өҒ ЯөөӍ tө Ԍө Дℓℓ өҴt ДҋԀ ҴЅЄ Ҵҏ tӉДt ЄӝҪЄЅЅ ҏөѠЄЯ..."

Bakugou studied you through the mirror, watching as you listened carefully to what he was saying, but not understanding him. Kirishima nodded in agreement, translating for you and letting Bakugou read your expression again. First it was shock, with widened eyes and quick darting between him and the mirror, but then it was a sadness; a look you usually only gave when Bakugou was hurt. Bakugou spoke again, making Kirishima wince as the prince slowly wrapped his arms around your body.

"ѠӉДt ДЯЄ ҰөҴ ДЅҜЇҋԌ ӉЄЯ tө Ԁө?"

"ҋ-ҋөtӉЇҋԌ tӉДt ѠөҴℓԀ ҪЯөЅЅ ДҋҰ ӍДЈөЯ БөҴҋԀДЯЇЄЅ-"

"ѠӉДt ДЯЄ ҰөҴ ДЅҜЇҋԌ ҒөЯ?"

Bakugous voice was more stern the second time he asked, and Kirishima felt a chill run through him, even as his body burned from the inside with a heavy feeling heat.

"ЈҴЅt, tө ӉөℓԀ ӉЄЯ...Їҋ ӍҰ ДЯӍЅ."

"Ї'ℓℓ ДℓℓөѠ Їt."

"Я-ЯЄДℓℓҰ?"

Kirishimas eyes widened in excitement, but then he sighed, realizing that Bakugous word only meant so much to him. He looked forward and stared at the door, listening for any footsteps or anyone in the hallway while whispering.