MEMORY-LANE

2.

The bright green shaded grass with colorful flowers and pitch-black tinted was filled in the sky, not even a slight blue hue was spotted.

Green grasses were moist by unknown liquids.

The male was in his brown leather pants, a pair of thick boots. His earlobes were accessorized with extraordinary ruby gems, gems necklaces around his neck while his cape was missing.

A certain young male woke up by laying on the ground, his naked stomach connecting to the moist grasses that were trickling to his skin. He felt as if his head was heavy, his limbs were as if they're chained down to the ground.

After some inhales, he was to realize it was the earthy smell from the dirt ─ but why was he laying there?

The spiky-haired male used his strength to push up a bit, small pieces of dirt fell off of his messy blonde ashe hair and dropped on the earth underneath him.

"Gh..." A faint of groans left by a known barbaric male, ignoring many harmful cuts on his well-built upper body that were exposed by no cover of his cape.

He grumbled some curses to himself, glaring down at moisty grasses. 'What's this...'

When he lifted his head to look around his surroundings, which were deserted and black-filled sky, and vibrant green grasses with some flowers around.

Until gradually his scarlet-blood red orbs caught a black posture of an unidentified person standing ahead of him and not facing him.

The blurry outline of their shape was as if ashes, blowing away on its own.

Without knowing any reasons, he felt his heart leap in horror.

The barbarian tangled his rough fingers around the grass in anguish, "You..." a soft whisper escaped his lips along with his aghast expression.

Bakugou had no clue who that was but he had a feeling, it was someone involved with his state.

Maybe it was the "someone" who threw him into the mud like a stick just for waves of laughter and fun.

Despite all of that suspicions, Bakugou hadn't understood himself why was he fearing something like that.

His lips parted slightly in aghast, his irises shrinking and wavering in petrification, feeling his skin crawling out.

'The fuck is this?!'

'Is this another fucking nightmare?!'

Slowly, the unnamed stranger turned their head as if it couldn't be any creepier.

A screechy voice began to echo in his ears, "K..."

The male named Katsuki felt his blood drain out of him. His body was just paralyzed on its own. 'Fuck, I can't move!'

"... i..."

"... r..."

"... i..."

"— BAKU—GOUUU!!" A shout snapped a certain male out, resulting in him jolting in startle and regain his senses right after.

Bakugou scowled at Kirishima for yelling his name out.

"The fuck, shitty-hair?! You tryna pick a fight with me?!"

"Now! Now, calm down, relax for a bit! Weren't you spacin' out during the lesson 'til lunchtime?! I'm kinda impressed that teacher hasn't noticed that!" The red-headed male chuckled awkwardly.

That caught the attention of the concerned green-haired classmate who sat behind him. 'You're right, Kirishima-kun! I've noticed that too, he has spaced out more often than usual...'

Though, "Shut the fuck up! You're pissing me off!" Bakugou shut his friend out and sent him away.

Izuku pressed his lips together, 'I'll just ask him...!'

"Um, Kacchan... you- you really have been spaci—"

"Fuck off, you damn shit-nerd!" With that being said Bakugou left Midoriya alone there.

Izuku emitted an expectant sigh. 'As expected of Kacchan.'