My Hero Academia Imagines

Haze Heat Days (Bakugou Katsuki)

Bakugou Katsuki:

The sun beat down harshly, the cicadas echoing their cries as the evening grew closer and closer by the seconds. The sounds of a two pairs of feet thumping along the pavement alerting other creatures near of the two figures coming out of the beating distance.

His bag was over his shoulder, a glare ever present and shooting anyone who looked at him one nasty look back. Aside him was a girl, her arms cradling a cat she had found abandoned on the street a few blocks back.

"It's getting warmer out, guess summer's coming closer."

She mumbled out, glancing at a pair of children sitting on the swings at a park across the road. Her company grunted, his response to her statement. He paused at the stoplight with ehr, waiting for the light to change for them to cross.

"It's nearly July, or course it's getting warmer." Came his gruff reply and harsh tone directed to who knows who.

"I've never been fond of the summer time..." She mumbled and sighed as his red eyes could be felt on her person.

He didn't respond, not knowing what exactly to say to such a statement. He for one enjoyed the summer, sure it got hot, but it was still much better than winter in his own opinion.

The cat in her arms squirmed out of her arms and landing in front of the pair. It wasted no time in spiriting across the road. He watched as the girl suddenly chased after it, ignoring the beating red sign and the sounds of the truck coming forward.

He watched in terror as the girl ran forward and turned around enough in time to give him one last smile before the truck slammed into. He screamed out in despair as the truck, pavement and parts of his school uniform were stained red. The sounds of tires screeching and the sight of the girl mangled and torn alerted him to what had just happened.

He collapsed onto his knees and held his stomach, the smell of death thick in the air and making his stomach churn. The body burned against the hot pavement and the cicadas were louder than ever. He turned to look for help, as he needed to do something. He saw a figure close by, a blurred image of a man with a small sadistic smile chuckling at the scene

He turned to scream at the person who had stood by and taken the death of this girl with such little concern. But when he did he saw himself looking back at him. But this wasn't him as the color palette was of. Black where it should have blond, blue where it should have been red.

'It was bound to happen. But is this a dream or reality? Try to find out Bakugou Katsuki...'

The buzzing of an alarm ripped him out of his sleep and he jolted almost forgetting about the bombs inside of his hands. He evened out his breathing trying to recall exactly what had just happened and who exactly was that girl.

Shrugging and deciding to ignore the strange dream, Bakugou got up from his bed and decided to get ready for his classes for that day. His uniform was clean, no stains of red or marks from tears... so it really was a dream?

He opened and walked out of his dorm room, the corner of his eye catching Kirishima walking out as well. He ignored the red head's greeting and shuffled out, ready to get today over with so he could sleep and have a better night than the one he had last night.

"You look exhausted man." Kirishima spoke and Bakugou shook his head.

"Couldn't sleep for shit."

The two made idle conversation, not caring about who picked up on the conversation or who came by. The two had nearly reached UA's main building when Kirishima paused at the sensation of someone tapping on his shoulder.