in conclusion | katsuki bakugo

五 | angel wings

YOU GROANED, turning your head to the side in order to avoid the light that the curtains allowed. Your noise was followed by a swishing sound and when you opened your eyes, the room was dim again. Katsuki stood by the curtains, his hands holding them closed. He was already in his pro-hero costume and you blinked, slowly sitting up.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and for a moment, Bakugo was glad that the room was too dark for him to see your self-harm scars. "I'm heading off to work now," He stated the obvious, plopping onto the edge of the bed. Small clicks and snaps resounded as you watched him hook his gauntlets onto his hands.

"Stay safe," You mumbled sleepily.

He gazed at you, standing up only to lean over and kiss your forehead. "I could tell you the same shitty thing," It was then that you remembered what you had promised him the day before. The blond glanced briefly in your direction, mumbling under his breath. "Call me if you need me to come back home." 

You nodded understandingly and he gave you another kiss on the top of your head before walking out. As soon as he made his way out the front door, Katsuki could feel himself grow more anxious. No, she told me to trust her. Swallowing harshly, he ignored his anxiety and made his way out of the apartment complex.

He wasn't surprised that multiple people seemed to point at him as he made his way down the sidewalk. For the number one hero to suddenly disappear from the citizens of Japan was something nobody expected. Additionally, no one knew why either. "So fucking nosy," He muttered, already hearing reporters coming around the corner.

Small explosions sparked in his palm before he shot himself upward, jumping from one block to the next in order to avoid the interviewers. Bakugo could hear them mutter confusedly amongst one another, but he didn't bother turning back. He faced forward, making his way towards his agency.

He didn't have time for distractions.

In fact, all he had time for was you. Well, you were the only thing he'd make time for.

Bakugo wasn't the best with words and that was clear. He hadn't changed much verbally even though you two have been together for nearly three years. Rather, you had learned to understand that he showed love through actions. If anything, you were the one that showed love through words, which is why it was so jarring to hear you say almost nothing.

Sometimes it scared him to know if he did something wrong, but even the therapist he had booked you said otherwise. The doctor had been quite adamant that if anything, it was just chemical imbalances and you being stuck in your own head; there was nothing specific that pushed you to that breaking point.

He had reminded Bakugo himself to stay through this recovery process and if need be, he'd connect Bakugo to a personal therapist. That was an opportunity that Bakugo promptly rejected. Not because he didn't need one, but rather, he didn't need you to find out he needed therapy.

Even if he told you that he was getting it from his past traumas as a pro-hero, you would still think it's because of what he saw that day. Bakugo took a left turn as he strode down the sidewalk, watching as other cars zoomed by him. As Endeavor had taught him, he had learned to take a lot of aspects of his environment into account.

When it came to fighting against villains, it would be stupid to ignore the blue car that was attempting to take a right turn or the family that was so close to the fight. He had learned to care for others in the midst of his battles which in turn increased his empathy. Moving to the right, he watched as a little kid nearly smacked into him if it weren't for his sudden movement.

"I'm so sorry," The mother exclaimed, briefly glancing at Bakugo as a soft gasp left her lips. The blond didn't offer much of a response, nodding quietly. The child was a bit confused as to what just happened but clung onto his mother's hand a little tighter. Katsuki could see his agency up ahead, as he hastened his pace slightly.

He crossed another road, practically face to face with the door in front of him. 

He abruptly stopped as his phone rang, the ringtone singing out in the middle of the street. Bakugo paused and briefly checked who called him, his breath hitching. He didn't hesitate to pick up the call, raising the phone to his ear. "Hey, I'm on my way back home right now. Can you stay in the bedroom?"

There was a tone of panic in his voice and you could hear him shuffle and turn around, muttering for people to get out of his way. "I-I'm in the kitchen," Your voice was full of hysteria, eyes wide as you stared at the blades in front of you. The knives. Bakugo swallowed, instantly understanding what you meant.

"Go back to the bedroom, okay? Do you think you can do that?"

"Okay," Your voice was still shaky and then suddenly, the call ended. He could feel his chest practically cave into itself as he attempted to call you back only for it to lead to your voicemail. He cursed under his breath, so close to erupting explosions from his palms. However, the sound of screams and yells stopped him in his tracks as he whipped his head to the left.

Just like Endeavor had taught him, he had to take his environment into account. And just like the now-retired pro-hero had taught him, he was meant to save the lives of citizens; which is why it tore at his heart so much to watch that same little boy from earlier cluelessly cross the street. 

A blue car was heading straight for him and Bakugo was torn as he heard citizens gasp and scream, all of them pointing in the direction of the crosswalk.

[ A ] : run home

[ B ] : save the boy