Fantasy Tales - Y/N x Bakugou story

5-Blondie PT.2

I questioned what had happened for this gash to occur. Completely forgetting through my haze of concern that I was speaking in my own language.

The blondie began to swear at me in his own language as he swatted my hand away from the wound. "Nolite movere!" (Translation: "Stop moving!") you shouted then covering your mouth in regret for yelling at this poor injured stranger. He stopped at your sudden attitude. He picked up the kill and had started to walk away from you in immense irritation..he fumed with infuriation.

You zoned out on the wound as he walked away. You tried to recall a simple remedy Uraraka had taught you for if your father ever came home injured due to his hunting occupation. Though, that treatment was usually used for small cuts and scrapes, you hoped it would work on this scale. You muttered to yourself as you listed the ingredients in your head. Why you were helping this stranger? You weren't quite sure but you were gonna do it anyways. After all he did let you sleep at his camp for the night.

Then all of a sudden you noticed something that stunned you. As you were zoned out onto the gash it started to get smaller, and smaller, until it eventually closed and practically healed on its own! I mean I knew some people possessed healing abilities but it was rare and really interesting to see it happen in real time, let alone that fast.

Your mouth was left agape as you stared at the cut that would be nothing but a scar by dusk. He all of a sudden whipped around and stood back up casting a shadow from his tall figure in the harsh morning lighting. You looked around his legs to see the furry purple skin of the animal resting on the ground. He started to walk towards you as you began to feel more and more intimidated as his body advanced forward. He walked right before you, then walked behind you. You sighed in relief as he picked up a long spear from behind where you were sitting.

You observed as he went over to the animal meat that he had butchered and he slid it onto the spiked tip of the pole. Green blood poured from the creature as he picked it up and swung it towards the fire that was burning beside him. You watched intensely as he began to cook the food. You worried if he was even gonna give you any because of your fuss earlier and you yelling at him. Your eyes though drifted from his cooking to his face. He really was pretty, he couldn't have been in the woods that long because he looked cleanly and honestly gorgeous.

He all of a sudden looked over at you and made eye contact for a couple seconds. During that short period you really took in his features. He had a upturned button nose that made his face more child like. His lips and cheeks were slightly pink and his eyes shown a fiery red even through the shadows of his blonde locks. You felt a blush creep into your face until his eyebrows furrowed. "Nolite truces!"  He barked at you. (Translation: "Stop staring!")

You lowered your head in embarrassment as your face flushed with even more red. "N-nos paenitet.." you mumbled so low that you weren't even sure he heard you. (Translation: "S-sorry.."). You dropped your head to the ground slowly looking away from the boy as your h/c hair fell in-front of your face, helping to conceal your blush. Your hands ran down your sides as you felt something in your pants pocket. You reached into your pocket and pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper. You unfolded it to see a list of your neighbors.

Your face drooped and your heart squeezed with sadness as you recalled what the list was for. You sat up and stared emptily at the note, your daily laundry requests.. You felt tears enter your eyes before the blonde boy poked you.

You looked at him with tears begging to spill out and quickly rubbed your eyes. He grabbed your hand all of a sudden and placed a small bowl inside your palm. He snapped his hand away and walked to his cape that you were previously sleeping on before he plopped down and grabbed his own bowl.

He occasionally stirred the meat that was simmering inside of a pot partially filled with broth that was bubbling while it hung over the fire. While he was hyper focused on the cooking food you were hyper focused on the note. Though he had stopped you from crying you still felt a heavy weight on your chest.

You brought your knees up to your chest and watched him intently trying to take your mind off the little town you once lived in. You tried to not let the panic sink with the fact that you were in the middle of nowhere, though no one would even be waiting for you if you went back. You started to grief heavily over your family that was lost. You didn't really think about it until now, the fact that no one was waiting for you and no one would again.

You spiraled into the sorrowful thoughts that flooded your mind. Even if you went back to your home, you'd just be a burden to anyone you were to stay with. But, this stranger wanted you to stay you think, but he was a stranger? What if he was gonna hurt you, but he hadn't yet? You swirled with questions until you felt a small pebble rocket at your forehead.

You wrinkled your nose at the pulse of pain and brought up your hand to rub your head. "OW!" You shouted a little louder than intended. You glared at the blondie knowing it was probably him that threw the rock. Your glared suddenly turned to excitement as he got up to hand you a small stick that was puncturing a few perfectly crisped pieces of meat.

You rudely grabbed the meat and started to messily eat it, you hadn't eaten since breakfast the previous day.

                               Bakugou's POV:

The strange girl had still yet to tell me her name, though I didn't really care. It's not like I name my other food sources. I furrowed my brows as she clumsily stuffed the food into her mouth. Why was I even wasting food on her anyways..

Maybe it's because I pity her, she was pathetically tearing up while staring at some crumpled up piece of garbage.

If I can keep food steady I'll just get rid of her. She suddenly looked at me and started apologizing. "Nos paenitet!" The girl cried at me. She babbled on about something in a different language before trying to give me back the food she hadn't yet touched.

There was something weird with her, where did she come from..?