Starry Night Sky [KiriBaku Fanfic]

Killed for sport

Katsuki shivered, looking behind him and scanning around. He felt unsettled, afraid almost. This creepy, wary feeling that built a home in his stomach wouldn't go away. It didn't matter if he locked his door, or shut his curtains; whether he was with friends or in his class; that creepy feeing followed him. It made him paranoid.

At first it was unnoticeable. It started long before the visit to Kirishima's house. Maybe around the time he got into a fight with his mom in the dorms hallways. He couldn't remember specifically, but he always had a feeling, an instinct that came on gradually, a despair that was overwhelming him.

     It reminded him of the horrific experience he endured in his early high school years...

"Is everything okay? What're you looking at?" Kirishima looked behind him too but neither of them saw anything suspicious. Katsuki frowned, shoving his hands deeper in his pockets.

"Don't you feel someone watching us?"

"Hm?" Kirishima tilted his head to the side, "what do you mean?"

"...it's nothing." Katsuki pressed his lips in a thin line, his brows furrowed in concern that everyone but Kirishima couldn't figure out. His eyes were sharp, observant of his surroundings, cautious. They were walking on the sidewalk, exposed to any stare and glance that passed them by, and that fact alone made him frown.

     Katsuki looked across the street and caught a glimpse of a guy with black hair. His face was covered in burns and scars, but you couldn't tell unless you looked close enough. He was far away, however it was obvious he was staring at him, eyes wide open and standing menacingly, threatening him with an aura that burned through his memory.

     Katsuki was tempted to freeze in place, but he forced himself to keep pace with Eijirou. His eyes never left that looming figure. That is, until someone ran into his shoulder.

     "Fuck—ow!"

     "Are you okay?" Kirishima held him so he wouldn't fall over. His hands were firm on his shoulders and it steadied his racing heart.

     "Oh I'm so sorr—oh it's you, Katsu!" A bright voice filled his ears and he looked up to see a familiar girl with a school uniform. Her blonde hair was in two messy buns on the sides of her head and her face was flushed. Her creepy eyes lit up in a smile and Katsuki instantly knew who she was.

     "...it's screwball."

     "My I missed you! I was sad when you never came back to the café! It closed down you know!"

     "...Katsuki, do you know her?"

      "Not really." Katsuki blankly stared at the girl as Kirishima's hands dropped to his sides. The girl seemed really upset, but her smile never faltered.

     She bounced up and took Bakugou's hands into hers, her voiced laced in honey. "I'm Toga Himiko! Don't you remember? I confessed to you!" She laughed while the man's confusion grew. Kirishima lifted his brows in surprise. "You're still the same, rude hunk as ever! Is Deku doing alright? Does he still injure himself?"

     "I don't know what you're talking about." Katsuki ripped his hands from hers and withdrew behind Kirishima as her manic smile grew. She stepped back while she hid her hands behind her waist.

     "I'm sad you don't remember!" She giggled, the giggle triggered a memory in Bakugou's brain.

     "Can't I stick him already?"

     Bakugou paled, a bead of sweat pooled on his forehead below his bangs, but his expression did not change as he clutched the back of the confused Eijirou's jacket. It couldn't change, if it did he would be dead. He didn't know where the rest of them were hiding, but the two visible bodies; Toga and that menacing figure, they were there as a warning.