When she arrived home that night, there was an eerie presence surrounding her apartment. She tried her best to ignore it and entered anyways. Fumbling with the keys in her back pockets, she finally managed to get them, insert it in the key hole and open the door. Everything seemed normal. She flicked on the bedroom light and set her things on the ground next to her bed.
"Yuki?" She called out while going into the kitchen. She opened the fridge to get something to eat. The only thing she's eaten all day was her breakfast. "Yuki?" She spoke again. Setting a container of leftover rice and curry on the counter, she went into the bathroom to see if she was in there.
"She must've left," she said to herself. Her eyes caught her body in the mirror above the sink. She looked down to her stomach sadly, placing her hand on it. The next thing she took notice of were her twig like arms and legs.
"Dammit!" She exclaimed, banging her fist on the mirror. Strangely enough, her hand went through the mirror. Furrowing her eyebrows together, she took her hand back. She looked at it to see that it was just fine.
She placed her hand back on the mirror. It was solid, so how did it go through? She pushed on it, her hand sliding through it once again.
"What the hell?" She spoke. Curiously, she hopped onto the counter. She stood on her feet, being careful not to fall in the sink and hurt herself. Becoming even more nervous, she stuck her leg out in the other side of the mirror. Her eyes widened, scared out of her mind. But then, a sudden wave of courage coursed through her veins.
Taking in a deep breath, she jumped.
She opened her eyes to see that she was still in her apartment bathroom. Confusedly, she walked out of the bathroom. Everything appeared the same. She walked into the kitchen to see that her food was still there in its original spot. She only shrugged it off, putting her food into the microwave and heating it up. The clock read 20:01 (8:01 a.m.). While humming to her favorite song, a knock on the door startled her.
Taking a look at the clock, she walked to the front door. She looked through the peep hole to see a familiar blonde haired boy. She opened it to reveal the supposed hothead. However, to her surprise, he brought her into a warm embrace.
"B-Bakugou? What're you doing?" She asked confusedly.
"What? A boyfriend can't hug his girlfriend?" He asked, pulling away and chuckling. Kaoru's eyes widened with shock. What the hell happened? Suddenly, the sound of the microwave going off caused her to rip her attention from him to her food. "You're eating dinner now?"
"Well, I got home late," she said, walking over to it. She pulled the food out of the microwave, grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and began digging in.
"That's so like you, Kaoru. Eating at such an ungodly hour," he chuckled. I like seeing him this way. He's so sweet. "But, why do you seem different?"
She nearly choked on the bite of curry in her mouth. "What're you talking about? I'm myself."
"I just mean, you're always more harsh than this. You ignore me half the time, and when you do pay attention, you always try to pick a fight."
Oh shit, am I him?
"Sorry, I just feel a little sick today. Allergies are bad this season for me. I just don't feel like picking a fight right now," she completely and utterly lied. She didn't know how to react at this moment.
"Well, its spring so I understand."
"And, Bakugou," she started, setting her chopsticks on her almost finished plate, "why are you being so nice to me?"
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Broken Mirror (Katsuki Bakugou)
Fiksi Penggemar"Even in our own messed up world where we want everything to change, we mustn't try to change it. Deal with the shit you go through because there will always be a reward at the end." Ever since she first met him Kaoru has been intrigued by the explo...
