𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑, b.katsuki | ✓

SEVENTEEN

THE LETTER

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SHE WOKE UP IN THE COMFORTS OF HER OWN BED AND IN THE COMFORTS OF HIS ARMS. He was still asleep, or maybe he wasn't, she didn't know; she had just woken up and everything seemed fuzzy at the moment. "Good morning," said a husky voice beside her and she looked into blood red orbs. A smile graced her lips, "'Morning, Bakugou." She snuggled closer to him and buried her head in his bare chest.

It was funny how it went from lust to love. They were supposed to keep their distance in public and be as close as they can be when they were alone. Their relationship wasn't still labled, just an on and off thing, but they did things couples in love would do. It was funny how the other didn't know.

Bakugou twirled small strands of her hair in his fingers. "You didn't leave." he mumbled, the sentence more of a statement than a question. "Mm," she hummed as she drew pointless patterns on his arm. I only stayed today 'cause we'll never be able to do this again.

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With a cup of tea and snug in her sweatshirt, she climbed upon her bed. It was around four in the morning and she considered this as an early celebration for her birthday. And then, at midnight, she'd leave for Ireland, 9,500km away from her problems. The black diary she had bought but never used was in her hand and a pen between her teeth because her hands were full. And like that, she began writing, starting on the first page, the tip of the pen scratching against the delicate paper. Her lip in the place of her pen now, wedged between her teeth, she addressed a letter to him.

In truth, she didn't know what to write but she wrote anyway.

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8.15PM

She placed the last of her clothes in the bright red suitcase. Effy had everything she needed with her: some food in the backpack she was carrying, her plane tickets she managed to buy under her parent's nose, some money she had been saving for years altogether and other necessities. Now all she had to do was drop the letters.

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10.02PM

With the letters dropped, Bakugou's letter delivered to his mother and the letter for the rest of her class at the dining table in the dorm building, she entered the airport.

With a deep breath, she forced a smile onto her face. Chin up, you're gonna have a new start now. With those useless thoughts, she dragged her suitcase with her.

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Bakugou intentionally stomped his feet on his way home. His mother had called him, telling him to come home for dinner and this time, she didn't yell... she didn't force him to come at all. He knew something was up and he just had to go to see what terrible thing happened back at home. Pretty sure it's nothing to serious...

His house was eerily quiet, not a single sound except the occasional breeze blowing by and creating hollow sounds that would scare a five-year-old kid. Furrowing his eyebrows, he walked further inside, turning his head to the left and right, searching for his parents only to see them seated at the table where they were supposed to dine. No food was spread out, no delicious aroma of his mother's curry. It almost made him jump from his skin. His mother and father looked worried, as if something bad, really bad had happened. He just couldn't wrap his finger around it.

Maybe his parents got to know that he was screwing with Aki Kaya, maybe they were angry. Maybe he got suspended from school for his violent actions.
(Don't be ridiculous, they would've done that three years ago if they wanted.)

But what was going on?

"Katsuki," said his mother, her voice not too loud or too soft—the perfect volume for it to sound serious. She didn't need to tell him to sit; he just did it on his own accord, curious to know. His parents exchanged looks—looks he couldn't comprehend and then looked at him with worried gazes.

Was there something wrong with him?

Exhaling through his nose, his father slid an opened envelope across the table, in front of him. His name, Bakugou Katsuki was written bold, all capital letters and was sealed with a ballet sticker. And the first thing that popped in his brain was Kaya.

Gulping saliva, he read the contents, his eyes darting from the left to right as he took in the overwhelmingly painful information writen in black ink on torn pages from a diary, most probably.

"Tell me this is a sick joke," he said softly, in contrast to his usual loud tone. His eyes were glossy, almost red, desperate. "Tell me," he seethed through gritted teeth, blinking rapidly to stop the water from flowing out. His parents didn't know what to say, their jaws slackened and oh, he got the message, crystal clear. Moistening his lips that suddenly felt dry, he got up, the speed of this action shocking his parents and left, his feet thumping against the stairs that led up to his room. And all his parents could hear from his room for the next half hour was screams.

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Dear Katsuki,

          Heh, it feels so weird saying (or writing) your first name. I always thought about saying it aloud but now that I say it, it sounds nice. Katsuki. You've got a nice name, Katsuki. Anyways, I'm sorry, Katsuki. I thought I could still be with you. But I can't and that's one of the reasons I left. Don't try to find me. You won't. Even I don't really know where I'm going. But I know one thing... I'm never coming back.

Kaya.

And with the letter, she left one more thing.

A silver eagle necklace.

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