❝Stars Aligned❞ » Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

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The next few days of the trip passed by in a blur. As you both enjoyed the last days of vacation, all you two really did was sit on the beach, eat and talk about ridiculous things to make the other laugh.

But as you finally stepped off the private jet after landing back home, you could instantly feel the knot in your stomach beginning to form. It was like whatever tension you left here immediately consumed you all over again once you took in a breath of the air in the city.

You leaned back against the passenger seat of the car, Bakugou having one hand on the wheel and the other rested gently on your thigh. Neither of you really said a word since landing back here, not because of anything bad but you two were thinking just about the same thing and that was the reality you two ran away from.

Your fingers hovered over your phone, the device was untouched the entire time you were on that trip and as you swiped it to unlock, you could see the few missed calls and messages that have been collecting dust on this thing.

3 missed calls from the commission

2 missed calls from the endeavor corp

1 missed call from Shoto

A breath escaped your lips, ignoring the voicemails that were clearly there because you weren't in a mood to hear about your decision and what's next for you. Instead you moved right to the messages piling up. The top recent messenger being Shoto.

Shoto:
There's still a spot for you here. There always will be.

Bakugou couldn't help but glance over at your phone, his sharp eyes automatically seeing his name on there and he quietly scoffed under his breath. Already back to bullshit. Was all he could really think to himself. The escape from the real world was good while it lasted but back here it was suffocating once again.

You closed your phone, not wanting to even bother with it anymore. As much as it was a good chance for you to step back out there in a comfortable manner, you just wanted all of this to be over with and deep down you regretted even trying to go back to the hero scene.

As you glanced down at your hands, the faint glow of red on your fingertips mixed with the purple and black color from the decay fusing with your lava, you felt stuck again. You've always felt stuck. No clue how to work around what you want or how to decide what is right for you.

Bakugou's fingers twitched where they rested on your thigh, his grip tightening just slightly when he felt your breath hitch like he could feel your frustration radiating through your skin and into his bones. He didn't look at you, eyes fixed on the road ahead as he maneuvered through the city streets, but his jaw ticked when he caught another glimpse of your fingertips glowing in the reflection of the window.

"You're overthinking," he muttered, voice low, a rumble meant just for you over the quiet hum of the car.

You didn't answer him right away. Instead, you pressed your fingertips together, watching the faint swirl of crimson and sickly purple. It felt like looking at your own prison bars, something no one else could see but him.

"I'm not overthinking," you finally said, voice flat.

"I'm just... tired."

"Tired my ass." His tone wasn't mocking, but it wasn't gentle either, it was all that raw honesty you'd come to expect from him.

"You keep lettin' them drag you back in. The second we land, you're looking at your phone like it's got your fucking lifeline in there." You almost wanted to argue. Almost. But what could you say? He wasn't wrong.

The car stopped at a red light. Bakugou drummed his fingers against your thigh, the heat of his touch grounding in the worst way like he was daring you to say something, anything that wasn't just an excuse.