Reap What You Sow / A BNHA Story

Chapter 13

I can't remember the last time I was remotely as lethargic as I am now. For as long as I can remember, I've been on my feet; on the run. I was always going somewhere, doing something. That something usually consisted of escaping the clutches of police, lurking in sewers waiting for a drunk to saunter through and slit their throat, or deal with Murakami endeavours. My old life ensured I was never bored; I can't help but sometimes miss it. 

That being said, I'm sure I'd be happier with my current occupation if I wasn't banned from every possible activity that involved me using my physical abilities. 

Lucky for me, I've found a place of sanctuary to visit in times where I feel like murdering everyone who so much as breathes in my direction, or simply when I have nothing better to do. The big oak tree in the middle of the forest. There's only one other person who knows of my sanctum, and said person is already seated at the trunk of said tree. 

The universe just loves me. 

"The hell are you doing here?" Bakugou grunts, lifting his head from the gauntlets he was attending to. 

"I could ask you the same thing." I bark, sighing as I sit a little ways across from him, on a small perchy hill of grass. 

He glares at me through his working glasses, and I take time to analyse him and try to figure out whatever he's doing. 

Leaning against the large trunk of the tree, Bakugou is clad in sweat and what looks to be coal or musk smeared all over his clothes and forearms. He has on what I can only assume are his casual clothes or work attire; dark green cargos and a black tank top, exposing his broad shoulders and defined arms. His hair is pushed back by a black headband, small strands poking out the front. The glasses perched on the bridge of his nose look too dainty to be for safety purposes, yet they don't make him look senile either. Whatever they were for, they suited his face so much I almost wished he was blind so he could wear them all the time. Aside from a physical standpoint, what he was doing with the two gauntlets in his hands I couldn't discern. He had screws and hammers lying around him, so one could guess he was fixing them. Wouldn't Hatsume be better suited for the job? She's the one who made them in the first place. Although knowing the blonde narcissist, he's probably too self-assured to trust anyone to do anything that he can already do himself. 

"You done gawking?" He scoffs, resuming his prodding and poking. 

"I'm merely fascinated at what you choose to do in your spare time." I reply, bringing my arms over my head, resenting my morning self for choosing to wear a cropped top.

"At least I'm not sticking my head in everyones ass cause I've got nothing better to do." He says, not even looking up from his lap.

"Don't stoop so low Katsuki, you know damn well why I've nothing better to do." 

"Because you can't control your temper?" He looks up at me this time with a small smile on his lips. 

"Says you." 

"Yet here I am, unscathed, unsuspended, and free to rage however I wish." 

"Very funny." 

I suddenly realised that this is the first time we've properly spoken since our little interaction  in my room all those nights ago; it'd really only been a week, but it felt like a millenia ago. I also realised that I quite missed talking to him. Our little squabbles and back and forth bickering was often the highlight of my week, and with so little to do, it was the one thing I could rely on to keep me sane. 

Because I can not have a single nice thing, and find that I ruin every good moment, I decide to steer the topic to a more confrontational matter.