Losing Control || Bakugo x OC

chapter fourteen: i'm sorry

Lexi

Bakugo stood frozen at the door for a moment after I spoke. His face was still surprised at the sight of seeing me after so long, but I could tell that he was concerned. I rubbed the inside of my palms with my fingertips, waiting nervously for him to respond. He slightly stepped back from the door, moving his body to the side allowing me to come in. I walked inside of the apartment and looked around the area. The place where I had the happiest of my memories seemed to be clouded by the remembrance of our argument. I continued to rub the inside of my palms to remind myself of the reason I came. He closed and stood along the door. His arms were folded. His facial expression didn't read its usual intimidation and pridefulness look, but more as so read curiosity anxiousness. The tension in the air continued to feel the room the more we stood in its awkwardness. I glanced my eyes towards the floor, reading over the it's patterning. When I looked back up towards Bakugo, his stare towards me was silent, carefully reading my next move and thoughts.

"I didn't expect you'd want to speak to me again." he said, breaking the silence.

"Well, I just remembered something that you told me and decided to make word on it."

He continued to read my movements, unsure how to react if something were to happen. There was enough distance between us, not too far to talk loudly towards each other, but not too close enough to feel each other's breaths on our skin.

Tell him.

I took a deep breath.

"But, before you talk, let me go first."

He took in a small breath and walked a little closer towards me, staring me in my eyes and down my soul.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not telling you about Hina. I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for everything Lexi. I meant every word that I told you that night. I really like you. I like you so much to the point where I hate it when you're away from me."

He walked closer towards me.

"It killed me to see you cry like the way you did. It fucked me up really bad. It killed me even more to know that I was the reason that you were crying."

His eyes slowly started to lower towards the floor. I could see that he was feeling guilty about everything.

"I-I don't know... I don't know why I couldn't tell you about Hina. I wanted to, but I felt like the timing wasn't right and assumed that by telling you so early, it would ruin any chance I had to be with you. I don't want you to think that I'm just some fucker playing with your emotions. I want to be so much more than that to you. I want to be with you every chance I get. It was –"

"Bakugo, tell me about Hina."

His eyes never leaving the floor, but still showed a surprised expression. He took another deep breath in.

"We met during first year. She ran into me and offered lunch to apologize. I didn't see her again until Shitty—Kirishima — dragged me out to this club. We had a couple of drinks and ... well, you know. From there, we just decided to use each other for our own pleasures."

I stood there, listening quietly.

"It was never anything serious between us. It was just physical."

"Did you plan to see her after game night?"

His answer would be what decides everything between us.

"Yes. She told me that she was busy that night."

"And was I your second choice?"

I could feel my heart slowly breaking inside of my chest now listening to the truth. Even though, I knew that this was what I needed to hear.