Lonely

No Future, No Past

Every few months Katsuki's life would begin to soar. Yet just as it begins to take off, he falls.

Over and over, life has dealt him one bad hand after another.

Often Katsuki finds himself listening to his mother rage about how much potential he's wasted. How he could have achieved so much had he not thrown a tantrum while chained up at the sports festival, and been kidnapped by villains shortly after.

His weakness ultimately lead to the loss of Japan's #1 hero.

Up until that moment, when the dust had settled and the crowd had fallen silent witnessing the descent of their beloved All Might; Katsuki had never felt the need to hide.

He'd learned quickly the following week's that that day stained any future career he had the chance of achieving.

Civilians and heroes alike forever branding him as a villain.

Which leads to where Katsuki is now; In his dorm room bathroom, the clock above him ticking loudly in the silence surrounding him. The hour hand just passing 10 p.m.

Katsuki stands in the dim light of his bathroom, the empty shampoo and conditioner bottles staring back at him. It was the sign the teenager had been waiting for, slowly counting down the days.

With the last flickers of hope simmering in his heart, Katsuki decides to turn on his phone one last time.

He skims through his contacts, crimson eyes instinctively flickering to his parent's numbers.

"It's your own damn fault, Katsuki!"

"Don't contact me until you're actually doing something with your life!"

Katsuki shakes his head, brushing away the last conversation with his mother, choosing to instead dial Sero's number.

"Hey, you've reached Sero. Can't talk right now!" the cheerful voicemail rang out, and Bakugou's heart slowly sank.

He tries Mina next. A part of him thinking she would pick up. The two had begun chatting more on the phone when curfew was imposed. Bakugou thought they'd been building a friendship, he'd thought-

"Hey, it's Ashido Mina. I'm not at the phone right now, but feel free to leave a message!"

The beep hung heavily in the air.

Katsuki ended the call quickly, his throat beginning to tighten.

Kaminari's didn't even ring, going straight to voicemail.

With each call declined, a growing sense of isolation overtakes the boy. A hole opening up his stomach as it absorbs all remaining essence of his being.

With trembling hands, Katsuki swipes onto the last contact he can think to call.

The last call, the final chance.

Katsuki's heart drums heavily against his ribcage as he presses dial on Kirishima's number.

"Hey, You've reached Eijirou Kirishima..."