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Inky darkness steals my skin away from the frigid air as I swing back and forth on the empty swings. A quiet squeaking perks up my ears at every movement, and my crumpled schoolbag lays propped up against the frame of the swings.

Call It Fate, Call It Karma by The Strokes plays on my phone, on the swing next to me. The tinny sound of the music drifts through the darkness as I scuff my shoes through the wood shavings below, chips wedging in by my ankles and poking harshly into my skin.

My arms hang onto the chains, my back slightly hunched as I watch the floor moving beneath me every time I go back, and forth. My stomach feels hollow, bound together by the tight bandages for my back under my shirt.

I don't want to go home, not just yet.

A sigh escapes my lips as I tilt my head back to look at the stars, looking like twinkling rhinestones stitched across the black velvet sky. My eyes feel sunken into my skull with tiredness, Recovery Girl's quirk having done a number on me.

I keep going over and over todays events in my head, analyzing every move I took, pointing out to myself every place I went wrong and what I should've done. I'd been too hesitant, yet too reckless, not creative enough with my quirk, not moving quick enough several times.

The thoughts gnaw away at me, and in turn I pick at my nails, trying to quiet down my self-criticism. My breath is visible in front of my face, and shivers contract my skin as I stay in the same position for too long.

After another few minutes, the song ends, and I take this as a sign to leave, grabbing my phone and shouldering my bag as I leave, the swing swaying lonelily, cast into darkness again.

As I get closer to the exit of the deserted kids park, streetlights start to pool into the dusty area, and a sense of ease enters me once more.

I clench and unclench my fists as I swing open the red metal gate, turning back to sweep my eyes across the play area before I leave. This used to be where I came to play when I was a kid, when my mum didn't want me in the house.

A lump forms in my throat as I turn away, starting the short walk back home. My DND is on, so I don't know whether or not my dad's even noticed my absence, but I really hope not. Toru better not have snitched.

Everything looks bigger, more threatening in the dark. A familiar birch tree you'd pass by on your way to school becomes a gnarled, looming threat, shadows gather in cracks in the pavement, leaking twisted furrows. The slightest sound makes my heart skip a beat, makes my eyes fly open and dart around.

I turn onto a different street, near to my house, and to my surprise, almost bump into someone. I clock the familiar blazer before I can panic, realizing they're from UA too, before my eyes raise to their scowling face.

"Bakugou?" I say in a high pitched tone, before clearing my throat, "what are you doing out here?"

"Wouldn't you like to know shitty eye." He steps back, adjusting his grip on his own school bag, eyebrows still furrowed as the streetlight behind him casts a glow on his already golden hair.

"It's Sayuri," I frown, "have you even been home yet?"

"Piss off and die." He attempts to shoulder his way past me, but I grab his arm, intrigued.

"Wait! Do you live in the neighborhood or something?" I tilt my head questioningly.

His lip curls at the suppressed anger he manages to contain, and I'm grateful or else he'd have probably woken the entire street.

"Okay, okay," I raise my hands lazily, "I get it if you don't wanna tell me your home address."

He scoffs, walking away again.

"Good to see you too! I'm all healed and such by the way, thanks for asking!" I say after him, "yeah, I'll see you at school tomorrow, safe journey home!!"

He keeps his pace, but I see him shake his head in annoyance slightly, and my lips curve up.

I start walking in the opposite direction, heading home again, but glance back at Bakugou's slouched figure, and feel a sense of ease pass through me. Seeing one of my classmates out alone at this time made me feel oddly lighter, like there's a greater sense of connection between all of us after today.

I breathe a little easier for the rest of the journey, then later that night, I slip into my bed and immediately pass out into a heavy sleep.

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aaaand that's the end of season one! sorry for being inactive for so long, school's really hectic

Ik this doesn't seem like a romance like at all but let me cook okay 😣

Comment, vote if you enjoy xo

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