aerie (bakugo katsuki x oc)

chapter 97: dreamy

bakugo

   After a few weeks of depression, I start to feel... better. Kirishima even manages to make me smile every once in a while, and I go hard in the paint at school. I focus on my studies, and take out my anger at hero training. I manage to sleep more soundly, and things just start to seem a little brighter again. After so much time thinking about what I once had, sometimes I go a little while not thinking about Kai at all. I even stay out of my room sometimes, and chill on the couch with Kirishima, like I'm doing now.

   "I'm glad you're seeming better now, man," he says.

   "You think I'm gonna spend my whole life sad about some girl? Who the hell do you think I am?"

   "I knew you'd bounce back, bro. It was only a matter of time."

"Whatever."

aerie

   Weeks. It has to have been. There's no way it's been less than 2 weeks, but I'm guessing it's been closer to 3, maybe even 4, but I'm not sure. It could be less than 7 days for all I know, but I don't. I don't know anything. The time, when food will come, how long I'm gonna be stuck here, nothing.

Tomura has only come in once since he left me here, just to wrap my broken hand in chains so even when it heals, there's no escape. But after that, it's just been me, these four white walls, and the white bowl of white rice with a white cup of water that comes sporadically.

Some days the rice comes 3 bowls all at once, then not again for what feels like days. Some times they'll come within an hour of each other multiple times every day, until it suddenly stops. There's no regularity, so I have no idea how long I've been here.

The best part of my day is when they open the small window within the door and slide me my bowl, that's the only human interaction I get, and I savor every moment.

Eating is my only pass time. Sometimes I'm so hungry I eat it all within 60 seconds, but others, I'm so bored I eat it one grain at a time, counting each one.

   There is one thing I'm sure of, and it's that however much food he's giving me, it's not enough. Hunger pangs is one of the only sensations I have besides feeling freezing cold. I used to pace, do push ups, sit ups, squats, all that. That is until I started becoming so weak that wasting precious energy on exercise to keep warm seems stupid to me now.

The most painful part of all of this, though, is how much time I have to curse myself for being so stupid. I could have gone to All Might or Aizawa or anyone to protect Katsuki and Kiri, but I was afraid. Even prison would've been better than this white torture.

There's a wide open space in my chest where Katsuki used to be, and my god, does it hurt. I spend every waking moment daydreaming that he'll burst through that door one day and bring me back home.

   There is one saving grace in this white hellhole though, and that's sleep. My dreams are very vivid, and I remember every one in detail. I've always been able to lucid dream, so sometimes I'll fly around or have strange conversations with the strangers that I dream about. It's kinda nice.

   I curl up in my usual corner like I do every time I'm tired enough, and count sheep until I slip under into a light sleep.

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   I look around at my surroundings, and quickly realize I'm dreaming, due to the fact that I'm in my old house, the one I grew up in. Wanting to get the hell out of here as fast as possible, I sprint out of my room, down the hallway, and out the front door.