Weak by AJR
"Wren! Hey Wren." Her eyes were glassy. The skin around her eyes seemed to drain to a translucent grey while the rest of her body slowly paled. The blue veins beneath becoming terrifyingly visible. Aizawa looked around, only Ms. Joke seemed to be aware that anything was happening.
Aizawa's only relief was that her eye lids fluttered each time he tapped her cheek. The results below showed that of his class both Todoroki and Bakugo had failed. Luckily for them they would get a second chance. That hardly concerned him at this moment though.
He looked back at Wren who seemed to be having a mini seizure. Like her brain was short circuiting. Blue sparks ran along her skin.
After roughly 5 minutes her eyes seemed to clear. It was strange, she seemed confused. Opening and closing her mouth like a fish. "I'm so thirsty." She croaked. Ms. Joke ran to get water and he hoped a medic of some kind.
Wren seemed to home in on her classmates. Aizawa watched her eyes scan the score board then the crowd below. No doubt searching for Bakugo. Her finger nails dug into the concrete she sat on. Chipping away effortlessly into the hard surface as if it were chalk.
Her eyes seemed to dull.
Back on the bus Wren was silent. Staring at nothing. Bakugo had been sitting beside her the whole ride. Neither one talking. Neither brought up the results or even what Aizawa had told Bakugo once he returned to the bus.
"Wren had an episode again." Bakugo seemed unphased.
Back at the dorm Wren held Bakugo's hand firmly, she seemed frightened about something. Bakugo wasn't thinking about her though. Bakugo was a million miles away. With anger in his heart he stalked towards Deku. Leaving Wren in her room fast asleep hours later.
Wren woke with a start. Her throat raw from screaming.
In a tired frustrated fit, she made her way down the kitchen. In the hall her slippers kept sliding and coming off, ripping them off one by one she tossed them at a wall, leaving them where they fell. Rounding the corner into the kitchen she nearly fell into All Might. "Ah! Young Wren. Sorry if the commotion woke you." She cleared her throat. Once, twice. Tears pricking her eyes. "I just came down for a drink." Wren stepped around All Might to see both Midoriya and Bakugo wrapped in her brother's weird scarf. They were bound in place and looked bruised and battered. She pursed her lips looking mostly at Bakugo. His eyes seemed duller. Like he had cried maybe?
She shook her head, holding it as it throbbed. "Brother are you done reprimanding these two?" Aizawa stood straight. Glaring at the two boys. "You know your punishments. Don't betray my trust again." Aizawa stalked off pausing only to pat Wren's head. All Might twisted his fingers bidding Wren good night and apologizing again. Midoriya quietly left the room. His eyes spoke volumes.
That just left Bakugo. He wasn't looking at her. His hands were shoved in his pockets. "Do you want to talk about it?" Bakugo grunted in response as she began to make her tea. "No." Wren nodded.
Once her tea was finished, she grabbed Bakugo's hand leading him up to her room. Wren shivered. The sweat on her finally dried making her chilled. Bakugo immediately went to her bed and flopped face first into the mattress. Wren placed her tea on the bed side table and climbed onto the bed. Sipping her tea as she watched and waited for Bakugo to speak.
Finally, he sat up cross legged in front of her, "You alright now?" Bakugo nodded then shook his head. "It's my fault." Wren froze at the sound of his voice. Fragile and angry. "Hey, hey." Wren placed her cup down then pulled Bakugo's head to her shoulder. Brushing her fingers through his hair attempting to sooth. "Talk to me Katsuki. What's your fault? And is this why you fought with Deku?" He didn't speak. Wren was slowly putting herself to sleep with the repetitive motion of her fingers through Bakugo's hair. Mentally she cursed not turning off the lights. Motioning to stand Wren gasped as Bakugo's hand clamped over her wrist. She stayed still watching the back of his head. "It's my fault All Might is no longer a pro hero. If I hadn't been kidnapped…" He was squeezing her wrist to the point it made her wince in pain. "If I had only been stronger…" She wrapped her arms around him. His body was shivering. "Let me turn off the lights Katsuki." Placing a chaste kiss on the top of his head she quickly flipped the lights.
Once back in bed she covered them both in blankets, making sure to pull Bakugo extra close. "Katsuki. You've been crying. This whole time and you didn't tell me. Or maybe I should be upset I didn't notice. I'm sorry." She stroked his hair slower now. Monologuing to herself felt childish.
Focus on him.
The way he nuzzled into her neck. The way his breath warmed her. His hair silky smooth and surprisingly soft. "I'm sorry. I've been selfish and absent minded. I just..." She snapped her mouth shut. Talking about herself. Was it so hard to focus on another person?
Bakugo pulled back just far enough that he could look at her. His fingers traced her cheek. "Shut up." It was a statement followed by a half smirk. He kissed her forehead causing a sunrise to bloom over her nose. "You're almost cute and girly when you blush." Wren began to pout and turn away from Bakugo. He wrapped her up in his arms as she pouted.
"You're a jerk Katsuki." Wren stopped struggling and turned back towards him. His eyes looked lighter, happier. That alone made her feel warm. She fought a yawn. "I think it's time to sleep." Bakugo nodded and just before his eyes slipped closed Wren kissed him. It lasted maybe three seconds, she was thankful only in that one moment for her impulsiveness. Three wonderful seconds.
When she pulled away Bakugo only looked shocked for a split second before bringing her in close. Kissing her again and again. Wren had never been kissed once let alone four now five times. She melted into him.
Perfect was an understatement. Overwhelming in its vague measurements. But this one finite moment consumed her in that one instance.
No wonder people would die for this kind of feeling.
