Driven by the thoughts he had forced himself to believe, Katsuki Bakugo finds himself oddly attracted to someone in a way that would demolish his appreciated image. Taunted by his own emotions and questioning the best of his decisions, after encount...
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The Weight of Misery and Devotion
The days were transmitting into painful weeks. Everybody worried about Deku's mysterious disappearance after the incomprehensive event that occurred during the hero duty. But even if that devastating emotion was equally shared with most of our classmates, they did not bother to care. Yes, they would mourn and question where he was, and receive no definite answer from the teachers, but shrugged it off as if it was a convincing statement and continue with their lives.
I hate that. I fucking hate that.
How could you pretend that your treasured and most beloved classmate, from what I've seen, does not serve any importance to the emptiness in your heart? He has been the stage for our class, and for his outstanding quirk, One for All, by withstanding greater potency than the rest, and me competing alongside. I am lost and utterly wrecked at this unresponse, and I am done pretending that I am clueless. After school, I will wander around the streets of Japan. I do not care if I get caught because I do not have a hero license. Even though Aizawa, Nezu, Best Jeanist, and All Might himself dare to lie to my face, I will not accept it wishfully. I am going to move on my own and search for him, because his vacant space on his seat haunts me in misery.
Windy nights had roamed along with my rebellion, patrolling the cities without authorization. I have climbed roofs to see the top of this land, yet I am not able to capture the green strands that I yearn to treat with softness. Silent nights and beeping of vechiles. Despite catching the slight landscapes of the north, seemingly I can not catch up to my patience levels. Deku, where are you? I refuse to say that I need you, but you can not continue to leave me like this, isolated, unaware of these troubling emotions that I have stored for you. It fills me with anticipation to tell you and confess the horrible findings I have discovered, but you might be distant afterwards in manners I could shamefully regret.
It is totally not normal for you to abandon us to rot in despair. Something discrete is happening. You are doing unidentifiable work and no one wishes to explain it to me. Therefore, I will try to find you in my hero suit. I will hide my limitations and determinedly haul even the tiniest hints of your operation. But I can't find you. I can't catch even the minimum of your body nor fragments of your presence. It was as if you were nowhere, and had migrated to somewhere far away from here.
Then I'll ask again: where the hell are you?
Currently, I am stepping my foot on the congested sidewalk ahead of our U.A. Dorms. Attentive, and lucratively strolling my eyes to speculate any useful findings. But even if these streets were as fulfilled, the routine of these manners were constant, convincing me that even silence never visited the area. When I stood on top of the buildings the wind was the only source of noise, but now all I hear is uninteresting chattering. I don't see a reason why Deku would be around here. Why am I searching for him at night, when clearly his unarrival is pointless for me to estimate? Damn it, it has been weeks; so I can not help but try even the most stupidest tests.
