(A/N: Heyoo!! This chapter is an angsty, confessional, ride. It gets better at the end, y'all. This is the last bit of angst for a while. It'll come back and bite you in the ass at the end of the book, though. I recommend listening to:
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"Liebestraum No. 3 In A-Flat, S. 541: Notturno III: O lieb, so lang du lieben kannst" by Franz Liszt
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while reading this chapter for the best, fluffy, angst, pain-filled experience.
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happy reading my lovelies~ [wicked]
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ART FOR KATSUKI'S SKETCHES IN THIS CHAPTER WILL BE EDITED TO BE LINKED WHEN DONE AND WILL BE ADDED TO LATER CHAPTERS THROUGH MY TWITTER, https://mobile.twitter.com/bkdk_simp1/ )
Day 5
Katsuki's breath caught, pupils becoming smaller and smaller, his whole body going into a lock. Suddenly he couldn't move his legs. His body was frozen. His heart fell straight to his ass, and he couldn't even make a move to swallow the lump in his throat.
Enji knew.
And what would he do with him?
..Would be Bakugou Katsuki's response from a week ago. But alas, he was here. Now. And the one thought he had was,
What would he do to Izuku?
"Get the hell off of me!" He kicked and shouted, huffing as he was thrown onto the third-class deck.
"Under the orders of Mrs. Midoriya Inko, and Todoroki Enji, you are never to see Mr. Midoriya Izuku."
Who the hell were they to tell him what he could and couldn't do, who he could see and who he couldn't; who he could love and who he couldn't. Fuck them. Fuck this.
One of the men even looked sympathetic. "I'm sorry, Kid."
"I'm not your fucking Kid. Move!"
He pushed past them, not bothering to look back. He would talk to Izuku. And if things went the way he wanted them to, hopefully, they could do more than talk.
He needed a plan.
Walking into his cabin (eff knocking), he was greeted with none other than the last person he needed to explain things to right now.
"Where've ya been? I haven't seen you since last night, Ka-"
"Outta my way, Kaminari." He shoved past him.
"Big grump as always. What's on your mind?" He sat on the bottom bunk and patted the spot next to himself.
Katsuki sighed, rolling his eyes and taking the spot next to the other.
"What happened? You woke up before I did ."
"I messed up badly."
"As usual." He responded, getting a signature glare of death from the ash-blond.
"Later. Can we do this later? I'm tired."
"It's only 5, Kat."
" Shh. Tired. Move." He kicked Kaminari with his feet, gently pushing him off of the bed.
He sighed. "Fine. I'll let ya rest."
Katsuki wasn't a dreamer. He wouldn't consider himself one. But sometimes, perhaps, he'd let his mind wander. Wander to think about life in another time, another day and age, a home. A home with his mother, his father, and someone else at the dinner table. And maybe, in his dreams, that someone was becoming a little too familiar. Someone who had wide, depth-filled eyes. Eyes that shone as the sunset, sparkling pieces of gold and wonder lining them. Eyes that he could sink into. Eyes that belonged to someone many lifetimes away. And not to forget, a mop of untainted viridian curls. Ah, yes, that was becoming quite reoccurring.
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