#you'd think since arthur drags him around literally everywhere

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Let Her In

Anime: My Hero Academia

Character: Bakugou Katsuki

Summary: After nine months of nothing, one of the two finally muster up the courage to speak to the other. But it's not what they were hoping to be said first.

Song: Let Me Love The Lonely — James Arthur

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Bakugou walked behind Kaminari and Kirishima, staring at the familiar halls he hadn't walked in for months.

Having to go to Mina's party was totally Kaminari's idea, saying it would be great getting the whole squad back together. Kirishima said that Bakugou didn't have to go and that he'd send his wishes along. But Bakugou agreed. He knee Y/N would be there.

Once they came towards Mina and Jirou's door, Bakuhou stared over his shoulder at the door numbered 29F. It was great having its key in his pile. That access to Y/N almost everyday. But having to give it back hurt more than anything.

He was hoping she'd come out of her door, maybe say 'hi' and ask how they were. Just anything to finally see her again.

"You guys made it!" Mina shouted excitedly, wrapping her arms around Kaminari and Kirishima's necks to pull them in for a hug, "I was worried you'd bail out last minute!"

Kaminari hugged her back with a scoff, "Wow, I can't believe you think of me as a flaker." He pulled away and placed his hand to his chest. "I'm wounded, dearest Mina, truly wounded."

Mina giggled with the two before glancing at Bakugou, who was turning his head from Y/N's apartment door. She stopped before walking towards him. She looked a bit conflicted before holding out a fist.

"It's nice to see you, Bakugou." She said quieter, other hand behind her back, "It's been too long."

The last time she saw him was during that night all those months ago. The shouting had stopped and Jirou and Mina got worried. They'd never attack each other physically. They knew that.

But they opened their door, standing in the doorway for several moments. They heard hushed words and such, meaning that Bakugou and Y/N were now talking normally. Bakugou closed the door behind him and met face to face with Mina and Jirou.

The girls looked a little worried. Bakugou gulped before letting go of the door handle. He asked the two girls to look after Y/N. That's when they knew something was going on. The next day, they went over and Y/N confirmed it, crying in her living room.

"Right." Bakugou said, pressing his fist against hers.

She smiled before walking into the apartment, dragging the boys in with her. "Well, feel free to hang out! All of our UA class is in here." She stated, gesturing to their past classmates, "Please don't start any fights, Bakugou. Midoriya just wants to catch up with everyone."

Bakugou rolled his eyes as Mina went with Kaminari to greet Jirou again. He was left with Kirishima, who was passing him a can of some drink. He popped it open and leaned against the wall with Kirishima. He was scanning the room.

"You gonna' talk to her?" Kirishima asked, staring down at the silver top.

"Why should I?" Bakugou replied, sipping his drink again. He looked away from him. "It's been so fucking long, what would I say?"

Kirishima shook his head and tilted it to the left. "You guys don't have to start from scratch." He reminded Bakugou, twirling the soda he had, "You have known Y/N for ages, she's still the same person."

"You don't know that." Bakugou scowled, rolling his eyes at Kirishima.

"Then you should find out." Kirishima huffed back, standing up straighter and placing his drink down on a nearby table. "She's over there. With Sero, Tsu and Todoroki."

Bakugou nearly choked on his drink when he looked in the direction he pointed at. There Y/N was, in a beautiful dress he hadn't seen before, laughing at something Sero said. But it was different.

She wasn't laughing like she normally would. By the face she was making, Bakugou could tell that she had heard that joke Sero was saying all before. She was being polite, trying to fit in.

Bakugou would be doing that as well, if Kaminari and Kirishima's jokes weren't utter shit.

The look Y/N made when she stared down at her drink. That's the face she makes when she feels alone. Or that she was misplaced.

Fuck, did he feel like that too.

Bakugou clenched his can before Kirishima warned him not to blow anything up. He placed the drink down on the table before stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"You should go talk to her." Kirishima offered, shrugging his shoeuldsrs like it was literally nothing, "I'm sure she'll hear you out."

Bakugou took a step forward towards Y/N. But his leg jerked back. He didn't want to, or he just couldn't do it. No matter how much he wanted to hold her close to him, his mind made him stop.

Where was her ring?

"I need to piss." He said, walking off and ignoring Kirishima's calls to stop.

He locked himself in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror and glaring at himself in the reflection. His eyes flicked everywhere and he couldn't think straight.

Maybe he was wrong, Y/N was wearing her ring. She said she'd wait and she would. Y/N said no matter what, that she would be here for Bakugou and always love him.

She got tired of waiting, didn't she?

"Excuse me?" A voice called out from the other side of the door, "Is anyone in there?"

Bakugou quickly inhaled, wiping his face and trying to get himself into the right mindset. He couldn't talk to Y/N if he was a mess like this.

He opened the door to be met with Shoji, who looked back at him curiously. "Are you okay, Bakugou?" He asks through one of his tentacles.

Bakugou clicked his tongue, moving around the taller man. "Of fucking course, leave me alone." He said sourly, making Shoji sigh and walk into the bathroom.

As Bakugou walked down the hall into the area everyone was in, he immediately noticed the H/C-haired girl walking towards the door, waving at two of their past classmates.

She was leaving the apartment. Why? Why was she leaving?

All Bakugou knew was that he was now following her to the door that she just shut.

As his fingers grazed the handle, his wrist was tugged back by someone else. Bakugou blinked before looking at the person.

"Don't hurt her." Jirou said lowly, glaring at Bakugou. She tightened his grip on his wrist. "She worked hard to get better. If you so much as make her scared, I will not hesitate to kick you out of this complex myself."

Unlike Mina, Jirou wasn't as forgiving. Jirou was the first to realise that Y/N was definitely not okay, and she had stuck around with Mina long enough to find out how much he meant to her.

Jirou discouraged wearing the ring.

She told Y/N that she needed to get her mind off of him, give it some time to overthink it all. Y/N had said she wanted to keep it on to remember his promise to come back. She was always optimistic about him.

Jirou would sit next to her as she watched Bakugou's newest villain bust on the news. She noticed how Y/N furrowed her brows and leaned into her pillow as Bakugou talked with the interviewer. She'll admit, Bakugou seemed more intense and snappy. Maybe that's why Y/N got worried.

He was changing. And so was his attitude.

Bakugou squinted at Jirou. "I need to talk to her." He stated, voice still gruff.

"I know. I know, Bakugou." She replied, holding her breath for a second. She let go of his wrist. "But you need to understand that she's suffered so much. All these months and she still checks the news to see what you're up to. I don't know if this is what she needs right now."

Bakugou bit his lip. He then stood up straight, opening the door. "I'll make it better. Just keep those assholes distracted." He told her, shutting the door behind him.

He was face to face with Y/N's apartment. Apartment door, that is. He hasn't been this nervous since the first time he waited for her outside her dorm, ready for their first date.

She opened the door and joked that he seemed as stiff as old metal. He rolled his eyes and said she was still annoying.

He placed a fist against the door and knocked, quietly. A part of him hoped that she wouldn't answer, or say she was busy already. But when he heard her voice, his nervousness grew.

"Come in!" Y/N shouted from the other side of the door, "It's unlocked!"

Bakugou took it upon himself to push the door open. The light shone across his face. It all looked the same. The couch and the blankets that rested on top of it, the TV turned off with the remote on the table. The kitchen was organised like how he showed her how, and the dining table still had flowers in the small vase in the middle. Y/N said it added something cute to dinner, as if Bakugou himself wasn't enough.

Y/N was pulling the cake box out from the hidden spot in the pantry, somewhere that Mina wouldn't find it. Jirou said she knew all the places in their shared apartment, so Y/N needed to find one in here. This was the place where she hid small gifts she had for Bakugou.

"Sorry, Kyoka, give me a second." Y/N said, setting the box on the table and opening the top, "I need to make sure the cake hasn't tipped or anything."

While she was distracted, Bakugou closed the door behind him and slowly took steps forward. He was being careful.

"Okay, we're good." Y/N sighed out happily, closing the box again. She leaned to the side, tilting her head. Bakugou stood a few feet behind her now. "I think Mina will like this. She said she's been craving a whole lot of strawberries and whipped cream."

The door swung open, revealing Sero with a small smile. "Hey, Y/N, Jirou wants me to grab the cake. She said you were busy." He stated, waving at Bakugou.

"Oh, sure, but she's right—" She turned around with a smile on her face. It fell when her eyes landed on Bakugou. She inhaled slowly.

"Katsuki." She mumbled, clenching her fingers around the skirt she was wearing. She took hold of the box and gave it to Sero. "Uh... Please, take this and tell Mina that I'll be a moment. Start without us."

Sero nodded his head, feeling the cold atmosphere around them before leaving.

"Is there something..." Y/N began.

She stopped talking. She shut her mouth. Y/N wanted Bakugou to figure out what to say. He needed to in order for this to keep going.

Bakugou stared at her. She was the same. Well, she looked the same. And that made him even more nervous. Because maybe she would think he was the same, that he hadn't changed. That he still couldn't say it.

Y/N expected him to come closer, take her hands and admit his love for her. Just like she did before asking him out on their first date. She just wanted him to say it. Please.

Bakugou did take a few more steps closer. They were now an arm's width apart. Y/N held her breath again.

Bakugou kneeled down. Y/N widened her eyes.

When Bakugou's forehead grazed the ground, he closed his eyes. "I'm sorry for everything." He said softly, staying still in the apologetic position, "Especially that night. I should've said 'sorry' right then and there. I'm sorry for leaving you."

Y/N stared at him for a while. She then smiled a bit, blinking with her stinging eyes before breathing in. She looked away and then knelt down, pressing a hand against his shoulder. Bakugou tensed up.

"It's okay, Katsuki." She sighed out, brushing her thumb over his jacket, "I've already forgiven you. A long time ago."

I've had nine months to think about it.

Bakugou sat up on his knees, staring at her. She was squatting in front of him. He hadn't been this close to her in ages. And he was apologising, she was forgiving him.

But she seemed disappointed.

She stood up and smoothed out her skirt, walking towards the door.

"Wait!" Bakugou shouted out, standing up straight, "Where are you going? That's it?"

She furrowed her brows as she looked back to him. Y/N hummed, "What do you mean, Katsuki?"

"I mean that you just..." Bakugou huffed back, running a hand through his blonde spiky hair, "That's all we're doing? Nothing else? The first time we've talked in months and—"

"And the first thing you said was 'sorry' for something I had forgotten about until you brought it up." She interrupted, shrugging her shoulders. She gave a grin, but it seemed sympathetic or... something. "Katsuki, you know what you have to say. But that's what you opened up with."

Okay, maybe Bakugou didn't think this through correctly.

"I get that you're still upset about the things that have happened and I appreciate your apology and accept it." She says. She's fully turned to him, hands behind her back. "But that's not what's going to get it back to how we were."

Bakugou clenched his fists. He called out, "I'm trying to fix this!"

"You're doing it wrong." Y/N told him, shaking her head with knitted brows.

"I don't fucking know how to fix it!" He claimed, waving his hands around like a maniac. He was going insane.

But Y/N marched towards him. She grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him down. They were at eye-level now.

"Yes you do, Katsuki. You know exactly how to fix this. It all depends on you."

Bakugou let out a small breath. It was quick, but long enough for Y/N to look away and let go of him. She fixed herself up again and stared at the floor.

"Any progress?" She asked quietly, fumbling with her fingers. Bakugou hated the fact that she wasn't wearing the ring that promised their relationship. He noticed it when he walked in. That it was gone from her hand.

"Have you given up already?" He questioned instead. His voice was icy and sharp.

"Have you?" She replied, tilting her head as she gazed up to him.

"No." He states confidently, clenching his fists at his hips, "But... you have, haven't you? You got sick of waiting?"

Y/N squinted at him for a while before leaning against the arm of the couch. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I hate it." She spat out.

Bakugou shifted in his spot.

"I hate that it's nearly been a year and this is the first time we're talking. The first time and the first thing you say is... 'sorry' for something I freaking forgot about..." She told him, glaring at her shoes, "We should've tried to contact each other earlier. This would've been so much easier for us. God."

Bakugou stepped forward. "What the Hell does that mean?" He grumbles, jaw fixed.

"You want to know if I've given up?"

"Yes."

She darted her eyes away from him before tugging the collar of her dress. She pulled the necklace from underneath. There was a small chain. And wrapped at the tip on the bottom, the ring.

"I haven't." She said. She lifted her shoulders.

"Katsuki, it's been so long and I... I still want you to come back. You said you'd marry me. You can't back out of that. But you're..."

She rubbed the back of her neck. She felt tingly just standing near him.

"You're scared, Katsuki."

Bakugou could only stare at her.

"It's been so fucking lonely here without you, Katsuki." Y/N chuckled, dropping the necklace onto her chest. She covered her eyes with her hand, smiling at the ceiling. "Seeing you in my apartment is bringing back memories I don't know should be back."

Bakugou was like that one thing you couldn't quite place. It's because he fit everywhere. He was always in her memories. He was that one reoccurring thing. No matter what, she'd always remember him.

"I love you, Katsuki. I have for years now." She said, tears running down her cheeks. They dropped onto her lap. "If you actually love me back, just say it so we can get back together."

She was upset. She was breaking down right in front of him. "I fucking hate this." She calimed, wiping her eyes slowly, "I hate that we can't kiss each other or hold hands — I hate to put this ring on a chain because I kept staring at it on my finger."

She huffed, rubbing her tears away and looking at... really, nothing. Bakugou was there. His eyes were terrified and he didn't know what to do. He hated seeing her cry and wanted to make her stop. But his boy wouldn't move at all. He was frozen under her unreal gaze.

"I hate waiting for you." She cried out, only more water rushing down her cheeks, "I just... I just want this to be over. I want you back. I want to hear you say it. Katsuki, I don't know how much longer I can wait for you. I've tried so hard, I really have — it's hurting me too much..."

Bakugou took once step forward. Just one small step.

"But... shit, Katsuki." She mumbled out quietly, now playing with her fingers, "In simple terms, I just don't want to have to wait. So just leave."

"What?" Bakugou whispered out.

"Tell me that you can't love me." Y/N ordered him, standing up now and grasping at her skirt, "Tell me that you have other things to focus on and I'll just hold you back."

Bakugou lifted his shoulders and shouted, "Why the fuck would I say that?"

It rang in the cold air of Y/N's apartment. She panted, trying to calm her nerves and her breathing. His voice.

She sighed, tears falling off her chin and onto her wooden floors, "It's either I keep waiting and breaking, or you go away. Because if you can't tell me you love me, in this moment, then I don't think anymore years will be enough for us."

Bakugou shook his head.

Y/N softly smiled.

"Just tell me that you don't love me."

Bakugou rushed forward and dragged her into a crushing embrace. His arms trapped Y/N inside, in next to his chest. Y/N widened her eyes, gulping twice before feeling him begin to rub her back.

"I... love you." He said.

She started crying with her breath breaking into pieces.

"I love you." He said.

Bakugou fell to the ground with her on his lap.

"I love you." He said.

Y/N gripped the jacket he was wearing, crying into his chest.

Bakugou dug his nose into her shoulder.

He had her again, in his embrace and as close as ever. She still felt the same. Still warm and soft in his arms. Still smelling of that body wash she let him use sometimes. Still wrapping her arms around his waist because it was her favourite spot to hold him. Still here. With him.

"I should've said it from the start." He sighed out, feeling her tears dampening his t-shirt. It was stupid that it took him this long. That he thought proposing was his way of saying 'I love you', instead of using his voice. "I should've just told you that I didn't think I suited this whole love thing. That I felt like a fucking idiot for being so... so in love with you. That I didn't deserve this. Deserve you."

Y/N held him closer. He still used that cologne he wore on their dates.

"I'm sorry for the long wait, Y/N." He said, still rubbing her back. She still sunk into him every time he did that. "I've always known that I love you. Just couldn't say it because... who am I to steal you away? Nobody has ever waited for me to open up, not like you. And I'm so fucking lucky for that."

Y/N sat on his lap, trying to calm down her breaths and stop her crying. Her face against his chest and her forehead leaning to the side of his. The closest they've been in months. She had him. And she still loves him.

"I love you too, Katsuki."

It sounded different this time. Bakugou felt these words differently.

Kirishima later found them just holding each other in the middle of Y/N's apartment. Bakugou glared at him and shooed him off, Y/N only smiling at Kirishima. The party was over and the seven of the infamous Bakusquad were to catch up. Y/N and Bakugou walked back to Mina and Jirou's apartment, hand in hand, one of them wearing a familiar band on one of their left fingers.

Although they were together again, they had things to work out.

Skip to years later. Y/N and Bakugou had reconnected. Mina, instead of being 21 like that night, was now 23-years-old. Two years later.

Y/N shifted in her sleep. She was dreaming about something ridiculous that she'd definitely want to tell Bakugou when she woke up. The man behind her held her closer, pressing light kisses against the back of her neck. She hummed back, slowly waking up.

She blinked. It was still a little dark. The sun was rising for the morning. Y/N turned around, feeling the arms around her shift as she did. She smiled at the person next to her, pressing kisses to his neck in return.

"Good morning." She mumbled, allowing herself to be snuggled against the body, "How long have you been up for?"

"Only about ten minutes." He responds, rubbing her shoulders, "You still kick in your sleep sometimes."

"Sorry." She giggled, pressing apology kisses to his collarbone, "I'll help with breakfast to make up for it."

Bakugou smiled. She hadn't changed at all. Of course. He was glad.

"Fine, as long as you don't burn yourself." He said, pulling her closer.

"Katsuki, you're gonna' suffocate me." She mumbled into his chest, still holding onto him.

Bakugou kissed her lips slowly. And again. And again.

"I have to make up for the time we lost." He told her, pulling away for a moment as she brushed her thumb over his jawline, "I'll love the lonely out of you."

Y/N still couldn't get over it. Hearing him say 'love' like this. It was enchanting.

She kissed him once more. "That sounds like a good idea."

On her back, Bakugou spun the band around his finger a few times. A habit he picked up from Y/N.

The woman he loved.

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