❝Stars Aligned❞ » Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

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The silence stretched on, thick and heavy like the snow blanketing the streets outside. It pressed into the walls, into your chest, until even the sound of your breathing felt too loud in this suffocating bedroom.

You sat on the edge of the bed, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the comforter, staring blankly ahead at the blinking lights of the building across the street, barely registering the fact that you left the curtains slightly ajar.

Your mind was spiraling, through flashes of heat, screams, his voice shouting your name, the feeling of the lava pulsing out of your veins, uncontrollable and wild. And then nothing.

Until now.

You hadn't remembered until tonight, until the camera flash sparked that buried moment alive again, and now it was all unraveling.

You'd killed Shigaraki.

And Katsuki had known.

He'd carried that knowledge in silence while you stumbled through therapy sessions or through small details he would barely give you. You smiled, laughed, and went through the days happy not knowing the ugly truth that you had done something wrong.

Sure heroes killed villains all the time. They do it out of mercy. They do it to save lives. But of course it's never the first option, it's always the last resort. Your situation, however, was just you finally snapping loose and killing him in a sickening way.

You didn't do it out of mercy, to save lives.. you did it because you were fucking exhausted. You were drained out of every piece of will you've held onto for years. The constant fighting you've done, the constant running from Shigaraki and the amount of suffering from his ridiculous quirk.

Your brain was fed up and that is why it blacked out, made you forget and did what it had to do in order to finally survive and live again.

But you just.. couldn't accept that.

Behind the door, you could hear Bakugou moving, slow, uneven steps across the living room floor, a heavy exhale, the quiet scrape of his palms dragging down his face. Then the floorboards creaked, closer. You didn't turn when the door opened. Didn't move when he stopped in the doorway.

Your mind was just.. blank. Your red tired eyes stared at the window, almost memorized by the flickering lights across the street. Anything to preoccupy your mind that didn't involve Shigaraki melting away in a puddle of his own blood and guts.

Katsuki leaned against the frame, his silhouette sharp against the dim hall light. He didn't say anything for a long time. You could hear him breathing, short, broken exhales like he'd been running from something he couldn't quite catch.

"I should've told you," he said finally after what felt like hours in silence. His voice was raw, cracked, low, the kind of voice that came from somewhere deep and wounded.

You looked down at your hands then, thumbs rubbing over one another, trying to anchor yourself, trying to control the tears that were beginning to fill up in your eyes again. You thought you cried everything out but more started to build over the edge.

"Why didn't you?" you whispered, scared that if you spoke any louder that your voice would crack and give out on you.

He hesitated, and that pause alone made your heart ache. Katsuki Bakugou never hesitated, not on the battlefield, not in arguments, not when it came to you. But now he stood there like he was afraid to take another step in your shared bedroom.

"'Cause I didn't want you to look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm the guy who kept you from the truth." His voice wavered. "Like I'm the reason you don't trust yourself."