Drown in my ocean of black box dye

Chapter 13

Time is weird. Not in the sense that Bakugou didn't understand it, he understood it perfectly fine. It still pissed him off though, that constant drag he was unable to blast to pieces. Time marched on, Bakugou pulled behind it by an unbreakable chain looped around his neck. He would stumble and fall, snub his nose in the dirt and scrape his knees.

And life would continue.

Bakugou hadn't spoken to Kirishima in two months.

Time didn't care that it hurt, that every day he woke up to no missed calls or texts felt like a stab to the gut. If it did, it would pause. It would stop and let him sprint around the world to find Kirishima, track him down to some nook or fucking cranny and hold him until time restarted.

But it wouldn't, because it didn't care.

As the leaves turned red, a color he wished he could see somewhere else, Bakugou pulled away from the class. He still spoke to Deku and Ochako, kept up tabs with Denki and Sero, and sometimes sent a hateful message to Mina that was returned with the same spite, but it was different.

UA had given them a small break for fall, Bakugou barricaded in the house since his parents had left for a fashion show.

He sat in his bedroom, eyes cast up at the ceiling looking at the stars. Checking his phone for the hundredth time, he pressed his lips together, the frustration gurgling in the back of his throat. No notifications, same as always.

He didn't complain about the silence, he had never expected Kirishima to forgive him in the first place. He sometimes wondered if his friend even remembered the words they exchanged when he awoke. If he did, the silence had to be indicative of the hate he held for him.

Turning over onto his side, he buried his head into his pillow, clutching the phone to his chest. His lungs felt full as he drowned under a wave of guilt. Without an escape, he simply resigned himself to laying in bed forever.

He heard the doorbell ring, perking up some as he sat up. It rang again, sending Bakugou out of bed and shuffling down the stairs. Making his way to the front door, past the living room and kitchen, he turned the handle and pulled.

Deku and Ochako stood there, woven basket in hand as they smiled wildly.

"No," Bakugou said, trying to close the door.

"Come on!' We have goodies!" Ochako protested, holding up the basket so he could see its contents. There was chocolate, different types of mochi, and spicy hard candy.

Deku put his hand out, stopping the door from closing, "and we came to talk about Kirishima."

Pausing, Bakugou slowly reopened the door, grimacing at the brightness of the duo. "We're talking about Kirishima and then you're leaving," he mumbled, ripping the basket from Ochako's hands.

"Geez," she said, putting her palms up, "fine."

"Didn't you hear? Kirishima should be returning to school after break!" Deku said, leaning forward as he pushed past Bakugou. Stunned, he moved back as the two invaded his home.

"He said he's doing a lot better!" Ochako also said, plopping herself on the couch as if she lived there.

The pit in his stomach bubbled, making Bakugou feel nauseous as he shut the door, "Cool."

"Cool?" Ochako questioned as he set the basket down on the coffee table. "Come on! He's been gone for months! I thought you'd be excited."

Bakugou shrugged, "Sure, I guess."

Deku sighed, sinking next to Ochako as they both noticed the soda he'd stolen from the fridge while they were talking, "Kacchan, I'm sure it'll be fine."