Feel again - Jovan Perez

what's this?! another update hmmm

"Am I speaking with Mr Hachiro?" You asked on your phone, earning a hum on the other side. You pressed the emergency stop button on the elevator bringing the entire thing to a halt whilst you stared at the card between your fingers. Hours have passed after your talk with Hisa and since then you've been holding in your emotions when your dad handed you a lawyer's phone number.

"You must be Y/n Aizawa, correct?" The old man replied, to which you replied with a simple yes. Hachiro came highly recommended when it came to cases of sexual assault and harassment. For both men and women, he can make clear statements that would sway the jury towards his clients.

"I was informed by my father that you could help me file a court case against an old friend of mine?" You asked, flapping the card on your wrist. As the elevator music played throughout the container, you slowly sat down, leaning your back against the wall.

"One moment please," You hear paper fluttering and stuff clattering on a hard surface on the other line. Suddenly, Mr Hachiro pauses, leaving you impatient with your foot tapping on the floor. For the thousandth time, you heard paper flutter like a butterfly before you heard. "Ah! found it!"

"Well, I can implore you for reaching out to me with this case. However, further discussion is needed for the next step if things were to go wrong-" The man proceeded to ask.

"Wrong? How?" You cut the man off.

Mr Hachiro clears his throat. "Take this as an example, a problem in Japan is the consensual laws. If you were to charge Mr Tomoe for statutory rape, your age wouldn't help with your case since you were at the age of consent. The best option for you is sexual assault."

"Will it be the same charge for the other boys who were involved?" You asked.

"Yes. As I was told, they held you down, so they're just as much to blame as the other boy."

"Right." You whispered, leaning your head back. "And the evidence I have in my possession?"

"Keep it in a safe place until we meet and do not worry, young lady. I'll have all the info I need and I'll do all I can to make sure you get the justice you deserve," Mr Hachiro reassured you, unable to stop your tears.

You sniffed behind your hand, voice cracking. "Thank you, sir. I really appreciate it,"

"I'll schedule meetings with you and your father within the next three weeks to gather the evidence to pile up your case." Mr Hachiro informed you. "And I'll keep in touch in the meantime if anything comes up before our meetings until then, have a good evening Miss Aizawa,"

"Okay. You too." You muttered, hanging up the phone. Dropping your phone in your lap, you covered your face with your hands, sobbing quietly into your palms. The phone card rested on your knee as your tears rolled down your hands and inside your sleeves. You stayed in the elevator, crying quietly to yourself and rocked yourself in your spot.

"Shit-" You cursed, tapping your cheeks repeatedly and aggressively rubbing at your eyes. Combing your hair back, you stood back up, picked up your phone and slapped a hand on the stop button allowing the elevator to move again. Your arms wrapped themselves around your figure and you could feel your body trembling, breaths hitching as you fought the urge to wail once again.

The elevator dinged, indicating that you'd stopped on your desired floor, and the two metal doors opened a second later. Your hands wiped up the last of the tears you shed during your travels inside the elevator. You also fanned your face making sure your sad expression had faded away and hoped it would go unnoticed. Passing by a few doors quietly, you stopped at one near the end of the hallway.

Deep breaths y/n, You told yourself, doing so nice and slow. Minutes later, you knock on the door and open it wide enough to catch an eyeful of your baby sleeping soundly. Meanwhile, the one watching over him, Bakugou, sat at his desk studying. He didn't even notice you because of his headphones. You strode over to his side, poking him on his shoulder and pulling his eyes away from his work, out of caution.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," You apologized, raising a hand up in case he would pounce at you on accident.

"Shit Y/n-" Bakugou sighed in relief, taking his headphones off of his head and sitting them on his desk. "You could've knocked,"

You raised a brow, still holding your phone in your hand. "You forgot you texted me telling me to come in after I was done and besides I did knock,"

"I knew that dummy," Bakugou pouts, looking away before he asks. "How was the meeting?"

"It was good. Hisa didn't give me a reason to not trust and I got in contact with a lawyer and um-" You answer parking it down on Bakugou's bed not far from Kazu's feet. Bakugou's eyes narrowed once he noticed the colour in your cheeks and how they glistened scarcely. He immediately turned his body fully as your lips finally parted but a tear rolled down your cheek.

"Hey-" Bakugou hummed in approval. "What's wrong?"

"Shoot..." You shook your head, dragging your sleeve on your cheek and moving off the bed. "Sorry, I'm just under a lot of stress right now. I'll be fine,"

Grumbling into your hand, you covered your eyes and turned your back to Bakugou. As you prayed for happy thoughts to calm your overwhelming emotions, you didn't see Bakugou push himself out of his chair. He turns you by your shoulders, forcing your eyes onto his.

"And you know you can talk to me, right?" He mentions. You nod your head easing your way into his arms. Bakugou wraps his arms around you and hears you sigh into his chest. When your arms found themselves around Bakugou's waist, you gripped his shirt in fear of being ripped away.

"I'm questioning my self-worth as a person and a mother." You spoke abruptly.

"Why?"

"Why wouldn't I? I gave birth to my rapist's baby." You spoke, your voice cracking. "If I wasn't such an idiot back then, maybe I could've put Kouichi away and moved on with my life like it never happened. People are saying I deserve better, but how do I deserve better than Kazuko? I brought him into this world and I just-it's my fault that I'm in this mess in the first place,"

Your previous question lingered in your thoughts, all while you couldn't help but compare yourself to your abusive mother. Anger is hereditary, and abuse is a disease you've always thought to yourself. You asked yourself if you would one day treat Kazuko like your mother did to you as if he was nothing.

You even considered the abortion simply cause it would cut ties with Kouichi. Eliminating every ounce of him inside your disgusting body and save yourself the stress. However, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

After all, your baby was not to blame for what you've been through. The day Kazuko was born, you didn't regret not going through the abortion. He smiled once he was put in your arms, driving you to tears.

"You shouldn't blame yourself for other people's actions." Is what Bakugou told you next. The whole time you vented out your though, Bakugou held you tighter sparing you room to breath. He knew better than anyone to not blame himself for other people's actions. All Might said it himself when he stated that all his students are merely children.

"But I it is-"

"No don't say another word-" Bakugou admonished, cupping your face in his hands. "If all you're gonna do is take the blame for the people who hurt you then you'll never know what it's like to be free. Those asshole deserve to die in a fire and I'll be first in line to spark the flames,"

You stared at the blonde, baffled by his words and mouth agape. That was before you broke out in a fit of laughter. Your heart was moved by the sudden assurance and the fact that your faces were inches apart. If you weren't crying and laughing at that moment, Bakugou would've felt your face heating up. Not only was he holding you, but he also wiped the unwanted tears from your eyes. A sweet gesture to clear your mind.

"Now I get why you call yourself great explosion murder god dynamight,"  you chuckled quietly, moving his hands away. Picking Kazuko and his plushie, you nuzzle your head against Kazuko's cheek. As you were about to make your way out you turned on your heel to face Bakugou. Tugging him down by his wrist with one hand, you pressed your lips against Bakugou's cheek. "Thank you Bakugou,"

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Happy New Year as well!!