Anagapesis.

[ 💔 ] - Prologue

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Two pairs of feet, both wearing comfortable socks and shoes, stomped against the wet, muddy ground constantly and pounded against it as their owners ran towards a certain coffee shop. It was one memorable to people yet even more memorable and treasurable to a certain short-tempered blond and an enthusiastic redhead.

This was the place where the redhead confessed to the blond, months ago.

But very soon, both of these teens will love to forget that this place ever existed.

The ash blond ran harder, feeling desperate to get himself dry from the rain soaking him. He hated rainy days. It made him do bad things that he regretted sometimes and he was about to do it again — today.

Was it going to lead to his own happiness and satisfaction or flat out sadness and disappointment?

"Hurry the hell up, Hair For Brains!" His loud voice yelled at the other male, ordering him around as if he was a dog.

The redhead, whose gorgeous red hair was down and a little messed up from the rain being mixed with the gel in his hair, whined. "But Katsuki! We're so near and we've been running for a long time! Can'tcha slow down a bit, man?" He asked, nearly out of breath.

It was indeed true. They have been running non-stop for twenty minutes now, not having a simple, small break. It was small droplets at first, so they took their time. But the second the rain started to pour down, their walking had turned into running. It was honestly tiring for the poor boy.

The earlier male, whose name was Katsuki, groaned and grabbed the forearm of his partner, glaring at him in disapproval. "Shut up and get in already Kirishima," he hissed, pulling him inside the coffee shop that they both visited every chance they got.

Eijirou winced, not from the harsh words that came out from his boyfriend's mouth or the mean tug, but instead the fact that he used his last name instead of his first.

"Hey, is something wrong, Katsuki?" The shark-toothed boy questioned, pure concern filling up in his scarlet crystals. He was worried for his boyfriend whenever he was this pissed off or upset. Eijirou cared for him a lot and being the purest boy he was, he would sacrifice anything in the world to make his relationship with his beloved happy!

Katsuki exhaled, taking off his hoodie and groaning after putting himself through the mess of having to remove the soaked, large fabric. "Something wrong? Damn right-" the angry boy's throat started to dry up, refusing to say any further words.
Katsuki's mind was a battlefield. Loads of thoughts rushed through his tough mind, trying to find the right words to say. It so happened that something, deep in the back of his violent mind, told him to not say anything further.

But he had to say it.

"Let's just grab a coffee and talk at a table." He finished, managing to fight through the lump in his throat and talk.

At this point, Eijirou felt a lump in his own throat, staring at the pissed spirit before smiling nervously and nodding. He definitely did not want to object to his boyfriend's words when it came to moments like these. Even the goofiest rock himself could feel the atmosphere in the room become dark despite the comforting interior.

He wanted to get out of this situation and did not want to know what the horrid outcome would be.

After the two had ordered a cappuccino for Katsuki and a coffee chocolate coffee for Kirishima, they settled down at a corner table which had soft, fluffy seats along with a nice glass round table. Kirishima couldn't help but awkwardly cough after a small, deafening moment passed.

Katsuki opened his eyes, his ruby sharp crystals locking with the other pair of similar-coloured orbs. He took a small sip of his coffee, mentally embracing himself for the worst outcome.

"Alright, fucker. I uhm. Kind of don't want to be in this relationship anym — Oi!" The blond's words were suddenly cut off when he caught a falling cup of coffee. He hissed lowly, some of the hot liquids jumping out and landing on his calloused hand. "Watch your goddamn drink, asshole!" The male growled, yet his tone lowered once he saw that the other in front of him stood up slowly.

He lifted his head, his own heart trying to hold itself together as the scene unfolded in front of him.

Eijirou was smiling ever so gently as glistening tears formed in his eyes. His lips moved, softly whispering, "I respect your opinion, Bakugou."

Needless to say, Katsuki was quite surprised at how well Eijirou was taking this. He could see the tears in his eyes, of course, but at least he wasn't bursting out bawling or anything.

He had no idea that his boyfriend — ex boyfriend, per se — was trying his best to bottle his feelings and tears all up.

A soft, husky, yet also grating sigh escaped Bakugou's mouth as he stood up and shoved the coffee cup back in the redhead's hand. Afraid that his idiotic ass will run off and be a vulnerable victim to the annoying rain outside, he stared him down instead to try and keep eye contact.

"You're not going anywhere until the rain stops."

"...B-Bakugou," The shorter redhead's voice cracked, sounding more broken than before.

That's when the explosive spirit realized that Eijirou wasn't taking this situation well.

"What made you break up with me? A-Am I not... good enough?"

"...Yeah. You're not good enough."

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Last edited: O8.28.2O.
Word Count: 948 words.