𝔼𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥? [ON HOLD]

22

Lily's POV

Training with Bakugou was an event in itself, he liked to train hard, but I think he was mainly focusing on rehabilitation workouts for me so I could get back into working out with everything again.

It wasn't until a few weeks later that I finally got to take the bandage on my head off. Even when it was off I felt like I was still being babied.

Thank the gods nobody could see the bandages around my torso. They would go easy on me, and that wasn't something I wanted.

There were times I just broke down and cried over not being able to talk anymore. The loss of sound was terrifying.

It made going to sleep easier though so I can't complain too much.

Today was Friday, the Friday before the sports festival. Also two weeks away from the surgery that would implement a voice so I could talk again.

I wouldn't say that I wasn't excited to talk again, but I was worried about not getting the tone of my voice correct since it had been so long since I last heard it.

I walk into Recovery Girls office for the last time before the festival, I was supposed to get the bandages around my torso off today.

Bakugou followed just as a body guard, he had become so protective of me since the USJ, it actually wasn't funny anymore.

He didn't yell at anybody, too much, when he was around me. He rather seemed more calm.

"Alright dearie, sit on that bed right there while I get my cleaning supplies," I nod and make my way over to it, sitting down.

Once I do though, I realize Bakugou is here. I pull the curtains around me, "Oi, what's wrong?" I write my answer simply.

I have to take my shirt off so I can take the bandages off. Bitch.

He huffs but doesn't complain. Recovery Girl comes back with some detoxifier, and some cotton swabs.

The past few weeks have gotten better though, I stopped freezing every time I felt nervous or cold. But the bird creature and hand man still plagued my dreams, I woke up in cold sweats nearly every night. Not knowing where I was.

I take off my shirt and she starts unraveling my torso. I get a good look at it, wincing at the blue, green, and purple design by my ribs and abdominal region.

She gives me a smooch, I hate the feeling of her lips on my cheek, but know that it's necessary to heal. Most of the pain alleviates and disappears.

But I'm still left with a bit of dull throbbing pain near my ribs.

"Alright you have only one more appointment with me and then you'll be able to participate," My eyes bug out.

"You thought you were going to go in there not completely healed? No. No way. Your fathers wouldn't be exactly happy with me." I make the zipper motion across my mouth and then gesture to the Blonde behind the curtain.

I see her grab a simple bandage, placing it and adjusting it to my small frame before I was allowed to put my uniform top back on.

Thank the gods he didn't hear. Because when I asked him about it later he said that he had gone to the bathroom.

I'm so ready for this!

I scribble before punching with my fists. He chuckles before clenching his fists. "I'm gonna fucking win on Monday."

I cross my arms, before yawning.

Like hell I'm just going to let you beat me! I'm aiming for #1 too! So don't be mad when I kick your ass!

"Like I'll even let you do that! I'm gonna be number one, so don't get in my way dumbass!" I frown before letting a small smile creep up my face.

"You're weird as fuck," He states simply I just let out a breathy laugh as he continues to walk me home. I stick my middle finger up at him.

That's enough to get him to smile. Which in turn, makes me feel a buzzing feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I notice the little things about him, the way he walks with a slouched posture because he thinks it makes him look cool. The way his face is always, in a way, frowning, how his attitude is a cover for his real personality.

He's a fucked up bastard, but that's what makes him interesting.

Time seemed to move fast when I was with him, like 20 minutes would be gone just like that. It was annoying that time seemed to go faster with him.

This is my stop. :P

"I know dumbass," He stayed on the street while I skipped up to my front door. I looked back and he looked sad, his face looked as if he were about to cry.

I rush back down, "Oi, what're you do-,"

I wrap my arms around his torso, and he tenses, unable to react. Until I shifted uncomfortably he didn't move a single muscle.

Once I did move though he hesitantly wrapped his arms around me. I lift my chin to look at him. He both looked uncomfortable with what I was doing and also like he really enjoyed it.

His crimson ones meet mine, I smile lightly, making him completely relax into the hug. I could feel his heart beating erratically.

I tear myself from his eyes, and nuzzle my face into his chest. He was making circles into my back, calming me.

He smelled like caramel, mixed with lavender, like my blanket. "You really are a dumbass."

I untangle myself from him. He looked slightly disappointed that our moment was ending, but I knew I didn't want him walking in darkness.

I'll take that as a compliment. I have a question.

"Well then what are you waiting for?" My hands started to sweat as I wrote my question down for him to read.

When I get my voice back, can you be there?

He looks startled, like he was the last person on Earth he thought I would ask that. His eyes wide and my heart thumping quickly I waited for his answer.

"Yeah I'll be there, I could bring Shitty Hair too."

A smile played on my face after that, I was getting both of my saviors to see me after I got my voice back. That couldn't get any better.

"Go to sleep dumbass, you better be ready for when I'm gonna beat your ass!" I made a thumbs down and stuck out my tongue at him as he walked away.

When he was out of view I headed into my house, greeting as I closed the door.

"Lily is that you?" Papa asks from the kitchen, I round the corner jumping when he almost ran into me with dinner.

"Oh! Okay.. it is you, wanna help?" I nod and put my school stuff down, getting out a knife to cut the vegetables.

I cut the carrots evenly and quickly, and then moved onto the others that needed dicing.

When I was done with that I layered them on the bottom of the pan, Papa then put the chicken and topping on.

Soon after we were putting the other pie crust on the top, and sticking it in the oven. We were making our family special; Chicken Pot Pie.

All I could wonder though was, how is all going to play out on Monday?