𝒦𝑒𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒 | Katsuki Bakugo x OC

Chapter 35 - To Become One

Katsuki

I tried to give Yumi the space she asked for. I tried to respect the distance she clearly needs after showing just how disconnected she's become. I really freakin' did.

But I've had enough.

Not when I can see her slip away with every smile she gives- every smile that refuses to reach her eyes. As if she didn't go through literal hell and came back more powerful than ever. As if she isn't an orphan and terribly alone in her room all day and night.

Especially when the others have caught on to the change in her demeanor.

Deku let them all know how she refers to her old man as 'father' instead of 'dad' like she'd used to. Or how she'd brushed off her uncle's craziness to his withering psyche. Or how she refuses to acknowledge that her eyes have changed; that her quirk is reaching out to pieces of metal around her at all times.

Shitty Hair saw the orange hue of her quirk around the kitchen when she was washing the dishes once. Round Face mentioned that the same happens when she's in the bathroom, that the door of her stall glows whenever she's inside; as if the door is alive and is a guard daring anyone to cause her harm.

It's during dinner, after Yumi already left for her room when Pony Tail mentioned her reflexively using her quirk to shield herself from an activity in class—something about a creep who can walk through walls—how she'd curled herself into a ball letting her quirk control the metal beams of the building that Sensei had to intervene with glowing gold eyes and floating hair, that I'd finally decided that I've had enough.

Yumi's had all the space she's allowed to have. Now she's going to have to talk to me whether she wants to or not.

And what better chance than tonight, right before I start class tomorrow.

Only one problem. How the hell do I get into the girl's dorms without the others thinking I'm a freak?

I could just stomp my way through the halls. But that would give her the upper hand- she could simply refuse to let me in.

I could blast my way to her balcony, but I'm sure the cameras would flag that immediately. And I'm just at the ending leg of my punishment after fighting Deku, so fat chance I'm gonna do that.

I pace around my bed. Once. Twice. Three times. Then I go out to my balcony, glancing up to where I know she usually is.

If I jump and latch on to the railings, I can pull myself up there. It's only one floor above.

But detention.

I ruffle my hair at the base of my neck and huff a hot breath of air.

Fuck it.

I leap onto the rails and then very quickly scale the wall in two wide and fast steps and grab onto the rails.

Before I can even think to pull myself up, the rails coil around my arms like snakes and bring me to her balcony, gently keeping me on my two feet.

She's sitting on the floor, her legs spread out, her head bowed down.

"Thanks," I say cautiously, eyeing the way her hair curtains her face and hides her eyes from me, "I had it covered."

"I know you did." She murmurs as if afraid to disturb the quiet of the night. "I just didn't want you to get in trouble because of me."

My eye twitches. "The hell makes you think that you're the reason I'd get in trouble."

She peers through her hair, her eyes still that devastating shade of copper, "Because you're still worried. I can feel it in the tenseness of your muscles."