"Aftershocks"

"But just please don’t get mad at him, those were accidents, okay?" I asked Ochaco, trying to reason with her. But Ochaco's expression remained unyielding. "Accidents?" she repeated, her voice rising. "He punched you, Vesper! He hurt you on purpose!" I felt a surge of frustration and defensiveness. "But he hurt you!" she exclaimed again, her words cutting deep. That was it. I'd had enough. "Why are you acting like he's a monster?" I demanded, my voice rising in anger. I yanked my arm out of her grip and took a step back, my heart racing. Ochaco's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't back down. "I'm not acting like he's a monster, Vesper," she said, her voice firm. "I'm acting like he's a person who consistently hurts you and expects you to forgive him without changing his behavior." I shook my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. I didn't want to hear this. I didn't want to think about it. All I wanted to do was escape. I turned and walked towards my room, shutting the door firmly behind me. I leaned against the door, trying to catch my breath. Why was Ochaco being so hard on Bakugo? Couldn't she just understand that he was sorry? That he didn't mean to hurt me? But as I stood there, I couldn't shake the feeling that Ochaco was right. That Bakugo's behavior was a problem, and that I needed to do something about it. But what? I sighed and pushed away from the door, walking over to my bed and collapsing onto it. I buried my face in my pillow, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Anger, frustration, guilt... it was all there, tangled up in a messy knot. As I lay there, I could hear Ochaco's voice outside my door, calling out to me softly. "Vesper, I'm sorry. I just want what's best for you." But I didn't respond. I just lay there, lost in my thoughts, and wondered what the future held for all of us.