the only exception | bakugou katsuki

02 | wreck ships

While the streets stood, Yuna hums along to the music in her fantasy as she watched the reality unfold before her, popping a sushi into her mouth.

Her fuchsia gaze was kept busy as they paid attention to the quasars up there, though it was hard to keep track of the shimmering dots when the emerald neon sign above her hindered her view.

There she sat on the small steps in front of Minisu—a store that sells mini-sized sushi, pun intended indeed. The name itself was ridiculously adorable, but its name was already good enough for her not to overthink about why it was so simple.

Now she was trying to ignore the small goosebumps on her arms because fuck, tonight was cold and it couldn't help with the annoying fact that she didn't bring her jacket today of all times, knowing that winter was coming after all. She puffed out a deep breath in trying to think that the warm foggy air would do her good, but nope, it was hopeless. Though her headphones hung around her neck like a hard scarf, she could only wish she has a heat-related quirk so she'd be naturally warm like a cabin in the woods.

But the weather ceased to exist when she spotted a familiar blond trudging into the perimeter, and eventually entered Minisu.

Yuna blinked.

She didn't expect to see him here, but she shrugged it off and continued digging her food anyway.

All was well, until the door to the store rudely slammed open, the loud noise assaulting her poor heart.

"Dude, what the fuck." She placed a hand on her chest as it pounds, turning to him with a vexed look.

Bakugou didn't heed any mind but to look into his own bag of sushi she assumed he had purchased, but that wasn't the reason why he had intentionally almost destroyed the door, the expression of a boy who looked like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

"Fuckers ran out of wasabi." He looked into the bag in disgust.

Yuna couldn't help but laugh blatantly at him.

"You're unhappy because of that? Come on, you can have mine. I have extra." She offered with a grin, waiting for him as he looked at her like he didn't believe what he just heard.

"Why the hell would I wanna share wasabi with a bitch like you?"

"Ouch. You don't even know me." She faked an offensive look, before a sly smirk appeared on her lips. "Yet."

"I don't want to."

"Alright," she put up her hand in surrender before picking up another roll of her sushi. "I'll finish this up and call it a nigh—"

She hears the small thud of the plastic bag at the space beside her before hearing the sound of the sushi packet being opened, followed by a grunted huff from him—Yuna stifled her laughter.

"Man, I'd never thought Bakugou Katsuki gets weak over a damn wasabi." She chuckled, but she didn't stop even when she was aware of the death gaze from him.

"Fuck off."

"Off? Who's off?"

"It's— Fuck. You're annoying. Who the fuck are you again?" Red scorching eyes fuelled with mysterious ferocity were starting to intrigue Yuna bit by bit.

His small outburst didn't mind her one bit, but she lifted up her headphones and placed them on her ears as she smiled sheepishly.

A hint of recognition glinted across his red irises, causing his deeply, furrowed brows to soften a little. A little—due to realization.

"Headphones."

"Damn right I am! I'm the girl you bumped into last Monday!" She grinned as she punched his arm lightly, causing some of his wasabi to fall off his sushi. "Oops. Sorry."