Explosive Angel ( Bakugou x Reader )

The Story of Uncle

Y/n

    What am I holding? This is one firm pillow. Pillows don't hold me back though. I also don't think pillows can breathe.

    I open my eyes and see  what I assume is a chest. I work my eyes up and see a face. The face of a sleeping Bakugou. Why is he in my bed and holding onto me like it's the last thing he will ever do? More importantly why am I holding onto him?

    The memory of last night came rushing back to me. I had practically told him my life story then fell asleep on him. Oh my God I am so embarrassed. He was probably weirded out and had no idea what to do.

    I released my hold on him and tried to shimmy out from his hold. When I did though he pulled me closer to him and sat his chin on my head as if we were hugging.

    " Where do you think you're going?" I've been caught.

    " I was going to leave you to sleep on your own."

    " Now that wouldn't be fair. You didn't do that last night."

    " Im sorry. I fell asleep without realizing it. You were probably confused." I could feel my face turning red. Even though he didn't shower last night he smells good.

    " I was waiting for you to let go and when I thought you would you moved closer and held on tighter. Well to be completely fair on your behalf you was having a bad dream at that moment but my side still hurts. "

    " How did you know I was having a bad dream?"

    " You talk in your sleep. You said something along the lines of don't hurt him and take me instead."

    " Oh."

    " Who is him and why was you willing to sacrifice yourself for him?"

    " Him is..." I don't want him to know that it was him.

    " Is it your boyfriend?"

    " I don't have one and you know it." I smack his arm which does absolutely nothing.

    " Then who was it. I want to know who the idiot is that has you sacrificing yourself."

    " The idiot, as you so kindly put it, is you you explosive hedgehog." His face morphed into one of confusion.

    " Who the hell did you think could hurt me?" Myself.

    " It doesn't matter. It's likely not going to happen." Well the first bad dream won't.

    " Can you at least tell me who was taking you away."

    " My uncle. Well he's not really my uncle. I call him uncle. When I first started out living alone with my mom he would go out and buy some groceries for me or if one of us got sick he would go buy our medicine since I was too young. A couple years ago he stopped showing up."

    " You didn't tell me all of this last night. How did you meet this guy you called uncle?"

    " I was trying to reach a box of my favorite cereal but I was too small. I was also dragging a carton of milk. He asked me where my parents was and why they weren't carrying the milk. I told him I was alone. I was pretty stupid as a child. Luckily he wasn't a creepy man that kidnapped me. Instead he helped me get groceries and took me home. He even helped put the stuff up. He had a weird face though. I think he might have had a skin condition."

     " You really are a stupid girl. Didn't you learn the phrase stranger danger?  Also if he had a weird face why didn't you run?" I saw his face morph into one of recognition. " Did you say he looked like he had a skin condition?"

    " Yeah. He would scratch his neck if he was thinking too."

    " What was his name?" What's going on? Why does he look worried?

    " I don't know. He never told me. He just said to call him Uncle and he would come by monthly to give me food."

    " Hopefully you weren't talking to him." Who's him and why does he look like I committed a crime among nature?

    " Is something wrong? I know it was a stupid thing to do but when I was nine I was going to take whatever help I could get. Kids can't really do much and he was willing to help."

    " A guy with a skin condition attacked the USJ. Well a few did but only one really stood out."

    " I doubt Uncle is a villain. Why would a villain help a small child that couldn't carry milk?"

    " I don't know. It could have been anyone but you where a kid and that is worrisome enough." He had gotten up by now and was pacing.

    " Stop pacing will you? What time is it." I was getting tired of this conversation. I looked at the time on my phone and saw that it was almost noon. " We need to get going. Our train leaves in twenty minutes." This got him to stop his pacing and grab his bag. The walk alone was ten minutes and that elevator takes forever to move.

    " Come on you stupid vulture we need to leave now!" He threw my bag at me and dashed out the door.