Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

Chapter thirty: The projector

You were planning on sleeping in, your curtains had been drawn shut last night and you didn't even bother really changing into pajamas. So why the hell was there light shining onto your eyes? You had rolled over but it was still there, it even shined through the blanket you had pulled over you head. Finally giving in to the damn light that wouldn't fucking let you sleep you sat up groggily to see which curtain it was letting the light in. Only all the curtains were still drawn shut not a sliver of sunlight slipping past them. What you found instead was a fizzling rectangle of light in the air. It was paper thin but as bright as the sun, and your dream was on full display. Your ability! You had figured it out, this was it, this was your super power! Wait until you got to tell Bakugo.

"Sit, sit, sit, I want to show you it. I want- I want to- It's so colorful and-you just gotta see it." You dragged him into your room, shutting the door behind you.

"What! What is it?" He barked yanking his arm out of your grasp.

"Just..." You grabbed his hand again closing your eyes and remembering what you saw this morning. There was that light again, something so bright you could see it through your eyelids. When you opened your eyes you found that the image you were projecting this time wasn't of your dream but of the fight club.

"Icy-Hots," Bakugo said.

"Yeah, but... I don't remember any of this happening."

"I do," he seemed so fixed on the image. You liked how it sparkled in his eyes like glitter, how it made his skin glow.

"It's a memory of yours?"

"Yea," he said absentmindedly. You watched it, for a moment everything in that space was just the memory.

"Isn't it beautiful, it's like watching a play. It feels as if we have our own mini theater, and its all coming from your brain." The hand on his wrist slid up his arm so that you were holding onto his bicep.

"Uh uh, it's all you." His eyes were trained on you, sure the display was dazzling but it was something you made. You had create this. You had slithered your way into his brain, and at some point his heart.

"But how?" You looked back over at him, your left hand reaching out into the air. You wondered if you could touch the image, tried imagining how the colored light might feel. Would it burn like a lightbulb or a flame? "It's your memory," you're attention was back on the image. He looked so handsome shirtless in the ring, he was speaking to Kirishima until he turned around. The film played slower, the image more vibrant and it almost seemed to sparkle. It was you. "Katsuki," your voice was light and airy. The way he looked at you was so magical, and even now when you turned to him it was still there.

"I only blow things up," he lifted up his right hand sparks popping off in his palm. "You darling have found a moment so perfect and a way for me to relive it. This is you, same way it was you back in that damn storm and way back at that fucking burlesque." His eyes were stern but his grin held some softness to it. Your hand slid back down to his, the memory in the background long forgotten.

"I think I like this memory," you turned away from him then. Your fingers slid along the inside of his warm palm as you stepped towards the film. You took another step, pads of your fingers sliding along his long ones.  Another step, you were almost there so close to touching it, the tips of your fingers met his and then they slid off. Just like that the memory disappeared.

"The hell happened?"

Your head whipped back around to look at him, "I think I broke it. It popped, it just vanished." You huffed, bringing your hands up before dropping them.

"The hell are you freaking out for you can do it again." His lips curled into a nasty snare, his calm features back to there usual temper.

"It's not that easy."