in conclusion | katsuki bakugo

三 | infinity sign

STILL SHAKEN UP FROM HIS DREAM, Bakugo insisted that they go somewhere with light; plenty of it. Thus, he had dragged you to a festival. You had always enjoyed those before and the summer ones were your favorite, but even now, you seemed a bit disinterested. Your eyes trailed after a little boy that ran past, taiyaki grasped in his right hand.

Bakugo looked at you briefly, his eyes trailing after the direction you were looking in. "Do you want some?" You snapped out of your daze, squeezing his hand briefly out of surprise. He gazed at you before clarifying. "Do you want some shitty taiyaki?" You blinked. Do I want some taiyaki? Everything seemed so. . . bland now.

Would it make any difference to eat something I once liked anyway?

As if sensing your contemplation, he ran his thumb over your knuckles comfortingly, chewing on his bottom lip. Ever since he had caught you, you had always seemed. . . dull. As if you gave up on hiding the obvious, so there was no point in smiling at him anymore. "Sure, we can get taiyaki," His heart skipped a beat at that.

This was the first time you had shown interest in anything. He bit back a smile and nodded, pulling you towards one of the small shops. There were multiple little fish-shaped treats on display, but the one you immediately looked at was the red-bean paste-filled ones. You hardly noticed when Bakugo had easily purchased one, handing you one while holding another.

He bit into the vanilla taiyaki as you took a bite of your red-bean one, a feeling of nostalgia filling your veins briefly. Unbeknownst to you, you had squeezed his hand once more. He stared at you fondly, heart softening the slightest bit as he watched you finish the snack quickly. The blond didn't say anything, suddenly passing his to you.

When you looked up at him, he didn't meet your gaze, merely waving the snack in front of your face. An inkling of happiness filled you before your smile faltered again, your hands reaching to push away the food. Without another word, he finished it himself before walking down the stone path ahead.

"Do you want to stay for the fucking fireworks?"

You blinked at him, chewing your lip thoughtfully. Of course he'd keep that in mind. Ironically, although you were dating the Katsuki Bakugo, you weren't a fan of loud sounds; especially when they occurred out of nowhere. You had always liked seeing them though. "We can," You mumbled under your breath.

He nodded. Sometimes you hated the way he looked at you; it was so fond and. . . sickeningly gentle. It was as if he was constantly scared that even poking you would make you shatter. However, you opted not to speak on it. You saw his efforts and you at least tried to appreciate them, but everything felt so pointless.

What was the point of acknowledging something that wouldn't be worth anything after your death? Fate was sealed for you in your mind and by your hands, you were destined to die. "Those hairclips aren't entirely shitty," His commentary snapped you out of your train of thought.

He was right.

The hairclips were pretty. Some of them were a bit shiny than the rest and you remembered how much you loved the floral ones; you had always begged Katsuki to get you one whenever you went to festivals and he always declined. Somehow, though, you would always find a new hairclip on your dresser table the next day.

"They're. . . nice," Your words lacked any interest, eyes darting to the table briefly. Katsuki swallowed. Getting you to talk to him was harder than he thought and it felt terrifying to talk to someone so different from the person he once knew. Still, he loved you and he swore to stay through thick or thin the same way you had done for him.

"Do you want to get one?"

His tone was quiet and suggestive, as if urging you to be intrigued by the display of accessories. Feeling a bit of guilt well up in your stomach, you nodded and meandered towards it. I don't want him to be worried. . . Even on the brink of death, your selflessness pulled through and Katuski felt just a bit better watching you pick up a lavender colored one.

Still, though, when you looked at it, you didn't have any adoration in your gaze. You didn't want to see this and he could tell. And for some reason, that got him even more angry. Watching you try to fake an emotion that you didn't even feel just to ease his worries made him sick; if anything, he hated liars more than anything else in the world.

Abruptly, he grabbed your hand and dragged you away. A small yelp left your mouth and you could feel his grip grow looser before stopped and turned to you. There was hardly anyone around and he tilted his head down at you, cupping your cheeks. "Don't fake shit like that for me. If you want to go home, we'll go home."

Just as quickly as it arrived, his ferocity disappeared. His red eyes were calm again and you could tell he was being tranquil just for you. Someone had to be calm in this situation and according to him, you weren't cut out for it. Swallowing harshly, you spoke up. "Will you stop speaking to me in that tone?"

"What tone?"

"As if I'm going to fall apart right in front of you,"

Katsuki froze at that, his hands growing stiff. Your own eyes narrowed, hating him for treating you so gently and hating yourself for being so fragile. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he kept his lips in a tight line, refusing to say anything in response. Your gaze fell back to the ground underneath you two and you swallowed nervously.

Neither of you said anything nor moved an inch, too scared and too tense to say anything to break the silence. It wasn't until he suddenly wrapped his arms around you, bringing you close and hugging you tight. His scent surrounded you and you felt the warmth of his figure, his heartbeat sounding steadily in your right ear.

"Katsuki—"

"—shut up," His voice cracked as he buried his head in your shoulder. "Just let me hold you like this a little while longer."

And you let him.