❝Stars Aligned❞ » Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

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Days turned into weeks.

Then Bakugou was finally called back to work and you were left alone in your home to 'heal' as they would say but truthfully it just felt like you were trapped once again in your own place.

At first you had let yourself heal. You let yourself relax on the couch, rotting away while binge watching shows until your boyfriend came home from work. His eyebrows knitting together when he realized you were in the exact same place he left you in.

"Did you seriously stay in that exact spot all damn day?" He would ask every time, shocked at the dent you have made on the cushions from remaining there for hours.

But then after you got bored of the same routine, you started to slowly lose your mind. Which led to you completely cleaning the whole place out, dusting places you've never even thought to and getting rid of plenty of things you were secretly hoarding this entire time. Then you began to move furniture around, making Bakugou come in shocked every day to a whole new place.

One day in particular you were switching around the living room again, spending money on pointless items to fill the spaces. You needed to keep busy and building these dumb bookshelves definitely kept your mind focused but also angry while you read the complicated instructions.

"Piece of shit." You mumbled under your breath but once you finished and set it up where you liked it, it made it somewhat worth it.

Later on in the day, you were in the kitchen cooking yet another meal to pass by the time and as you slowly began to chop the onion in front of you, your mind began to grow foggy, a sharp migraine itching away at your brain.

The knife continued to hit the board with a loud chop as you kept moving your wrist in a perfect motion but as you chopped, your mind suddenly went blank and a flash of a sudden scene appeared in your mind.

This wasn't the first time a small memory had flashed back in your brain. The doctor did say it could most likely happen and that your amnesia could fade away as the memories reappear.

But this time, it felt different.

It was like you can see the whole picture a lot more clear and that included Shigaraki standing in front of you, his dirty smile on his face and his dry hands reaching out for you.

"You came back for me." You could hear his voice echo and as another piece of the puzzle slaps you in the face, this one was a little more troubling.

Your hand froze mid-slice, the knife hovering above the onion. The sting in your eyes wasn't from the vegetable anymore, it was from the memory slamming into you, sharp and unrelenting.

Shigaraki's face lingered in your mind like smoke you couldn't cough out. That rasp in his voice, the way he looked at you as if you belonged to him, like no matter what you chose, he'd always be waiting.

Your stomach churned. You stumbled back from the counter, the knife clattering to the floor with a metallic ring. Your chest rose and fell too fast, breath ragged, hands shaking as though the ghost of his touch had really brushed against your skin.

It wasn't like the other fragments, hazy, broken, confusing. This was clear. Too clear.

The room swam. You pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes, willing it away, but the echo of his voice kept circling in your head like a vulture.

You came back for me.

"No," you whispered, shaking your head.

"No, I didn't. I wouldn't—" But your voice cracked, because the memory didn't lie. It was you standing there, facing him.