Two Lost Souls

Lost Souls

"I need to cry but I cant get anything out of my eyes" air brushed onto your face, just laying there cold in the midnight blue atmosphere. You slowly go into your own thoughts eyes closed "or my head, did I die?" well, that thought freaked you out, shuffling up and out of your bed you ran into your bathroom. Turning on the dimmed lights you looked at yourself in the mirror I need to run you whispered under your breathe, "but I cant get out of bed for anyone." Thats when it hit you, you were dreaming again.

"Not for you, hun" a blonde spiked-hair lady said to Bakugo, Mitsuki grabbed the soup bowl and handed it to Masaru. Bakugo left out a sigh causing his mom to give an irritated look, he got up and left the house starting his day. "My sour boy" is in pain the blonde boy intertwined under his breath, looking at Deku and his friends laughing and enjoying life. "I want to shoot him in the brain" looking at your reflection in the mirror, not noticing theyre about to bump into someone. "But Id miss him in the morning" you thought to yourself not missing what pained you last night.

"With two corks in his eyes-" Bakugo whispers got cut off when you bumped into him, you looked up at him and accidentally dropped the mirror you were holding. "and a bully in his head" you whispered under your breaths as you picked up the mirror from the cold stone concrete. "my bad" your silked raspy voiced raised, not being able to understand the situation Bakugo just starred "uh yea whatever" Bakugo tched you walked off in front of him heading to your destination. His bright red eyes trailed you as you walked off, catching a glimpse of your scar. You felt the tension of a stare, but more of on your arm it really hurts you hated the scar, not because you thought it was ugly "when I need to so bad, but I cant see her" thats the reason, just painful memories.

"My Juliet, my special girl." Both you and Bakugo lost a reason to live, a will to live.

"But I need to understand, when I cant power through-" Bakugo yelled at the practice field, Mr.Aizawa told him to go back to class because he didnt seem like himself today, especially through fighting." And when I need some help from you" Bakugo whispered looking down he walked back not making eye contact. "When I should stand my ground" as you breathed defeated on the practice field "and when I need to just sit down" Bakugo looked at you feeling guilt, but why? Shouldnt he feel victory like he always does? Didnt he want to be the best no matter what way? "Sometimes I act like I know" Bakugo, he just got a question wrong everyone to look at him confused, "but Im really just a kid" he thought as he sat backdown in his seat.

"With two corks in his eyes and a bully in his head"

It was around 11pm (23:00) you somehow found your way to the roof; you couldnt really see because of how dark it was and also the wind blew strong which kept your eyes squint. You followed the wind to the ledge of the roof, looking down at the city, the beautiful night lights, the busy streets, sounds of cupid, couldnt be you though. You felt warmness on your cheeks, something you couldnt feel unless it was tears. Rolling of your face you watched them fall, falling to the ground. Ah finally, you lost yourself, but who wouldve known? There were two lost souls on the roof top tonight.

"I wanna make a color that no one else has seen before!" "I wanna be so much more!" wouldnt you guess who yelled first, after Bakugo yelled he heard faint vocals his toned bodied turned at the path of the wind, to see your fragile body amusing the city. You accepted the fact that you werent alone, with tears streaming do your cheek you and bakugo met eyes, "dont do anything stupid, would ya." Bakugo said as he turned around leaving the whiffed roof. "Oh, ok" you followed after Bakugo for some reason, if his presence werent there that night, neither would your presence be there the next morning. That reality check made you run to him, you ran and tightly griped his back, you pulled him into a hug and let the tears fall. Bakugo let you, he let you grasp him and cry, thats when it hit him that you guys both are on the same page of life.

Its been a couple weeks since both souls connected, Bakugo felt a gush feeling to ask you out. Tonight, is the night you guys settled on a roof top restaurant. "I hope that she looks at me and thinks, Shit, he's so pretty." Something I cant believe a smiled appeared on your face, its been a while since youve seen yourself like this. But no matter what was to come both souls still felt a rest of gloom. The breeze hit both of you causing hair to fly back with the wind. Both of you exchanged looks and inhaled smiling, crazy thing both of you know didnt about each other except you both to UA and just so happened to be on the same rooftop at the same time.

It was now around 10 pm (22:00) "hey you wouldnt so happen to like me, right?" you said facing Bakugo, his eye widen he exhaled and got up, meeting your shoulder he reached out his hand to help you up. "You know I like you, as a person I think its cool to just know someone whos on the same page as me" Bakugo calmly said walking to the door that leads back down, you nodded in agreement hoping that he would say something like that "yea you know what they say, loves going to get you killed" "and pride is going to be the death of me" Bakugo added.

"But I need to understand, when I cant power through and when I need some help from you" the blonde boy looked at himself in the mirror, hearing some drops of vibrance "oh, its raining" he left out a sigh and made his way, dropping his numb body to the bed. "when I should stand my ground and when I need to just sit down, sometimes I act like I know" Bakugo kept re-capping what he said to you on the roof top, when hes around you he feels like he has a will hes able to understand that someone can listen to him and he wouldnt have to worry. You make his cold body warm. "But Im really just a kid, with two corks in his eyes and a bully in his head." Bakugo eyes shot open causing him to understand the process of life. Or so he thought.

He got out of bed grabbed his trench coat and some shoes, bolting out the door. Its well known for the wind to be stronger at night, leaves were whirling little pecks of rain falling, to be honest it looks like a waterfall but no pressure to exist. "Sometimes I act like I know, but Im really just a kid, with two corks in his eyes and a bully in his head" Bakugo kept heaving out running to you. The more the process kept hitting him the more he hurt, the faster he ran, the more he broke down in loneliness. "Sometimes I act like I know but Im really just a kid with two corks in his eyes and a bully in his head" finally, he made it you but why? Why was he looking down? Why was he crying? Why did he keep repeating the last words you said to everyone before you officially ended your life? Well, its because Bakugo never recovered from your death, it brought him to the point to make a fake imagery of you. And this whole time. It finally occurred to him that you are gone, your soul is resting waiting for him, to be in his arms. He was the one dreaming.