Pink Skies | BakuDeku

9

I'll never forget that night in the living room...

It was one of those quiet evenings where the world seemed to slow down, just for us. There was no grand plan, no special occasion—just you and me, the warmth of home, and a song playing softly in the background. I can still feel the moment when you stood up, reached out your hand to me, and without a word, pulled me into a dance.

We didn't need music, really. The rhythm came from the beating of our hearts, perfectly in sync, as we swayed together in the soft glow of the room. It was just the two of us, dancing like no one was watching, because no one was. We were wrapped up in each other, our laughter echoing softly as we spun around, stumbling over nothing but our own feet and the joy of being together.

There was something so simple, so pure, about that night. No distractions, no worries—just us, holding each other close, moving in a world that was entirely ours. I remember the way you looked at me, your eyes full of love and a promise that this moment, this simple dance, was something we would hold onto forever.

As I say goodbye, I want you to keep that memory close, just as I will. When things get tough, or life pulls us in different directions, remember that night in the living room—the way we danced without care, lost in each other, feeling like nothing else mattered. It's a memory that will always bring warmth to my heart, no matter where life takes us.

Goodbye for now, my love. I'll always cherish our dance, and the way you made me feel so loved.

With all my heart,
Katsuki

...

Izuku sat slouched on the worn-out couch, legs curled up against his chest as he absentmindedly picked at the crumbs of his now empty chip bag. The TV screen flickered with the latest news report, but he paid it no mind. Instead, his thoughts were consumed by the crushing weight of disappointment settling heavy in his chest. Another rejected application, another closed door.

He knew it wasn't easy finding work but that didn't lessen the sting of rejection. He had hoped...no, he had believed that his hard work and determination would be enough to prove himself worthy. But apparently, it wasn't enough.

Not for anyone. Not even for the part-time position at the local convenience store. His phone buzzed again, another reminder of his failure. He ignored it, unable to bear the sight of another impersonal rejection email.

"Deku?"

Katsuki's voice cut through the oppressive silence, concern lacing every syllable. Izuku jumped, guilt surfacing like oil on water. He hadn't even heard Katsuki come home. Straightening his glasses, he plastered on a forced smile, trying his best to mask the turmoil brewing inside him. "H-Hey, Kacchan." He greeted weakly, hoping his voice didn't betray the sadness pooling in his eyes. "...How was your day?"

What he didn't expect was the teasing smirk that twisted Katsuki's lips instead. "Someone's got a permanent frown today, huh?" He teased lightly, tossing the bag onto the counter with practiced ease. Izuku blushed furiously, hand instinctively rising to smoothen non-existent wrinkles from his forehead.

"I...I do not!" He protested feebly, unable to hold back the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite the heaviness in his heart. Katsuki's eyes softened at the sight, but he didn't press the issue further. Instead, he simply walked over to the couch, dropping down beside him with a tired sigh.

"Well, whatever it is, I'm sure you'll figure it out." He said confidently, wrapping an arm around Izuku's shoulders. The simple gesture of support was like a lifeline in stormy waters, anchoring him back to reality. "You always do."

Izuku blinked up at Katsuki, surprise and skepticism warring across his features. Music and dancing? To cheer him up? That was...unexpected, to say the least. But then again, Katsuki always had his own unique ways of doing things. With a resigned sigh, he allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, following Katsuki towards the small stereo system set up in the corner of the room. Katsuki rifled through the CDs haphazardly stacked on top before selecting one seemingly at random.

The familiar opening notes of an upbeat pop song filled the room, and Izuku couldn't help but smile genuinely this time. It was ridiculous, really. Him, Izuku Midoriya, being dragged into dancing by none other than Katsuki Bakugo, the resident explosion of energy himself. But...maybe that's exactly what he needed right now.

To forget about his worries, even if only for a short while. As the catchy melody picked up tempo, Katsuki turned to face him, arms swinging wide as he started dancing with an infectious enthusiasm that was borderline comical. He looked ridiculous, all gangly limbs and awkward movements, but there was also a kind of endearing charm to it. Izuku couldn't help but laugh, the sound foreign yet welcome in the somber atmosphere that had settled upon them earlier.

"Come on, Deku!" Katsuki encouraged, grabbing his hands and pulling him into an equally awkward semblance of a dance. "I...I don't really dance," he stammered, cheeks burning hotter than the spiciest curry. But Katsuki merely rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, guess today's your lucky day then."