Kacchaco Short Stories

Ivy

A/N---- Im doing better leaning away from angst but its still there yk but fluff is coming back also your reminder that requests are open I'm running out of ideas lol love y'all :)

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The city buzzed with a rhythm that rarely paused. Hero training, patrols, and daily responsibilities formed a relentless cycle. Amidst this whirlwind, a hidden garden stood as a quiet sanctuary, an anachronism in the urban sprawl. Its ivy-covered walls and overgrown pathways whispered tales of serenity and escape, and it had become an unexpected haven for those seeking a brief respite from the world's chaos.

Ochaco Uraraka had stumbled upon the garden on a day when the weight of her duties felt particularly heavy. Her thoughts were a tangle of worries—her training, her performance, and the ever-present question of whether she was doing enough. The garden's entrance, partially obscured by tangled vines and flowering plants, caught her eye as she wandered aimlessly through the city.

As she stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. The city's noise became a distant murmur, replaced by the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle hum of nature. She walked deeper into the garden, her steps becoming lighter, her breathing slower. The ivy-covered walls seemed to wrap around her, offering a cocoon of calm. She found a weathered wooden bench nestled beneath a sprawling oak tree, its branches heavy with green.

Sitting there, Uraraka felt a sense of peace she hadn't known she needed. She closed her eyes, letting the tranquility wash over her. It was in this moment of quiet that she began to think about Katsuki Bakugou. Their paths had diverged significantly over the past year. Despite their shared history, their lives had taken different directions, and the space between them seemed to grow wider with each passing day.

Bakugou, on the other hand, had been fighting his own battles—both external and internal. The pressure to excel and the drive to prove himself often left him feeling isolated. One evening, after a particularly grueling day, he wandered aimlessly through the city, seeking some form of relief. As if guided by instinct, he found himself standing before the same garden Uraraka had discovered. He hesitated for a moment, then pushed through the overgrown entrance, curious about this unexpected escape.

The garden welcomed him with the same serene aura it had offered Uraraka. He wandered through the ivy-clad pathways, his usual intense demeanor softened by the quiet beauty around him. The weight of his frustrations seemed to lift, if only slightly. He approached a familiar wooden bench and noticed Uraraka already sitting there, her figure silhouetted against the dappled sunlight.

Bakugou stopped in his tracks, surprise and hesitation battling within him. He didn't expect to encounter anyone here, let alone Uraraka. For a moment, he considered turning back, but something kept him rooted to the spot. He cleared his throat, his voice breaking the stillness.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, trying to mask the softness that had crept into his tone.

Uraraka turned to face him, her expression shifting from surprise to a gentle smile. "I could ask you the same thing. I found this place by accident and it's become a kind of refuge for me."

Bakugou took a seat on the other end of the bench, his usual bravado giving way to a rare moment of vulnerability. "Yeah, I guess it's not like the city. It's... quiet."

They sat in silence for a while, the kind of silence that felt less awkward and more like a shared understanding. The garden seemed to weave around them, creating a cocoon of calm that encouraged reflection.

Uraraka broke the silence first, her voice soft and contemplative. "I've been thinking a lot about us lately. About how things have changed."

Bakugou's brow furrowed slightly. "Changed? How so?"

"It feels like we're always on different paths," she admitted, her eyes following the intricate patterns of ivy on the garden walls. "We used to be so close, but now it's like there's this distance between us."

Bakugou shifted, his usual defensiveness giving way to an openness he rarely displayed. "Yeah, I get that. Things have been different. I've been so focused on pushing myself, on being the best, that I didn't even realize how much we were drifting apart."

Uraraka looked at him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and understanding. "It's not just about the distance, though. It's about the moments we've missed, the times we've barely had a chance to talk or just be ourselves."

He nodded, his gaze dropping to the ground. "I guess I've been trying to avoid thinking about it. I didn't want to admit that I've been struggling with it too."

The evening sun cast a warm, golden light across the garden, creating a tranquil atmosphere. Uraraka's gaze softened as she looked at Bakugou. "Maybe this place is trying to tell us something. Maybe it's reminding us that we don't always have to be fighting against everything. Sometimes, we can find a moment of peace."

Bakugou let out a deep breath, the tension in his shoulders easing. "I never thought of it that way. Maybe this place is more than just a garden. Maybe it's a chance for us to reconnect, away from everything else."

Uraraka smiled, her heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. "I think you're right. It's a chance for us to remember what's important, to find a way back to each other."

As the day turned to twilight, the garden became a canvas of soft hues and fading light. The ivy-covered walls seemed to glow with an ethereal beauty, reflecting the inner changes both Bakugou and Uraraka were experiencing. They talked late into the evening, sharing their fears, dreams, and regrets. The garden became their sanctuary, a place where they could express their true selves without the constraints of their usual roles.

The days that followed saw them both returning to the garden, finding solace in its tranquil embrace. Their conversations grew deeper, their understanding of each other more profound. It was in this hidden corner of the city that they began to heal the rift between them, rediscovering the bond that had once been so strong.

The ivy continued its slow, steady growth, a metaphor for their evolving relationship. The garden, with its timeless beauty, stood as a testament to the enduring power of connection and the importance of taking time to simply be.

In the midst of their hectic lives, Katsuki Bakugou and Ochaco Uraraka had found a small piece of peace—a place where they could pause, reflect, and reconnect. And as the seasons changed, so did their relationship, growing stronger and more resilient, just like the ivy that had brought them together.

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I know the end is kinda shitty but I'm trying to push out and finish these stories by the end of the day and don't worry I'm not just writing these on the spot I've had these for a while I'm just finishing them up rn :) I love youuuuuu