LOST // BAKUGO X OC

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The next day, the class woke up to find Estelle and the ghoul Pirate Pete missing. They all assumed that they had left early in search of the bridge, but it was disappointing. They liked the ghoul; he was loud and rambunctious and seemed to make Estelle somewhat happy. The fog surrounding Estelle seemed to have lifted slightly from the familiar presence.

The day carried on as usual without Estelle. It was Sunday, so there was still no classes to go to - so most of them had gathered in their own groups to study for various courses.

The nervousness spiked when Estelle didn't return for dinner. They had begun to like the fact that she would make sure to return and eat with them, even if she had avoided them for the whole day. They weren't sure why Estelle had started to, but they could guess that Bakugo had some part to play in that. So when she didn't arrive, most of the class began their worrying.

"Did she find the bridge and leave?"

"No way! She wouldn't do that! At least not without saying goodbye. Would she?"

"Would she?"

And on it continued. It had gotten to the point that the class were divided on if Estelle had actually left them or if she was just busy.

They relaxed later in the evening to the sound of the ghoul in the distance. The emotion switched to concern when they realised that he was arguing with Estelle. They're voicing in combat over something that could not be heard clearly. It was only when they saw Mr Aizawa rush past the exit to meet the duo outside that they followed. The words became more clearer when they reached the exterior.

"I can nah stay here! The sea needs me! Estelle, ye coud always end me life. I would reform in the spirit world 'n be back wit' the crew in no time!"

The class froze at his words for the second time as Estelle shook her head and snapped, "I'm not killing you, I told you before! That shit is torturous to go through. I'm not putting you through that! Got it?!"

The man sighed, patting her shoulder. "I also can nah stay here. This ship be scary, Estelle. We found naught. Thar's no other options."

Estelle turned to face him with a frown; her fingers twitched at the thought of temporarily putting him down. She only reserved that for dark spirits. Never for the ghouls. There was only one other option, and Estelle dreaded saying them aloud. It was silent for a few moments as the female mulled over her decision. The class stayed quiet, the atmosphere clearly showing that this was not the time to interfere.

Sighing to herself, the class realised that she had come to some form of conclusion, but she was reluctant to say the words. It was almost like she was struggling to accept what she was about to say. The ongoing battle continued on as her mouth opened and closed in an attempt to make them known. It was only when she slumped into some form of reluctant defeat that they knew this was not going to be easy.

Estelle knew that it was time. Her voice was much softer from the harshness of her words earlier. It was strange for the class to hear her so....solemn. "Hey, Pete. I've never asked you this before because it was never any of my business. But why haven't you passed on? What's holding you back?" She voiced with her eyes far away.

Understanding dawned on the spirit, and he gazed down at her sadly, a tilt to his lip. It was silent for a moment as he played with his telescope. Eventually, he responded. "Afore I died, I promised me beauty 'n daughter that I would make it back t' tell 'em I love 'em one more time. When we be fightin' an enemy ship. We be overwhelmed as our ship crashed. I ne'er got t' tell 'em that. I couldn't let meself leave without fulfillin' me promise."

It was noiseless for a while; the class surveyed the scene with some perplexity. Estelle's shoulders were still lowered as she mulled over his words. Estelle eventually strolled up to him, placed a hand on his shoulder and gazed at the pirate empathetically. The pain he could sense at that moment was felt deeply by the girl in front of him.