Flames Intertwining (Katsuki Bakugou Love Story)

Depressed

I woke up in bed. Like every other normal day. Except, this time, I didn't get up. I stayed staring at the ceiling. I lifted my hand to my head, feeling dried up tears against my eyes and cheeks. I winced a little in pain, now feeling the pain from my wounds I had tried to ignore for so long. It was all coming back now. All at once. Without thinking, my hand lifted up at the ceiling, as if reaching up for something.

The flashing images of the darkness covered my vision. All I saw were those eyes. Those horrified eyes. How I wanted to reach out and grab him quick enough. He was so close. Yet so far. I wanted... him...

My fingers enclosed in the open air. A small tear rolled down the side of my face, eventually rolling into my ear. I've never felt like this before. I've cried many times throughout my life, all of them feeling the pain of being tortured in a way to become someone I'm not, but this felt different. It was the feeling of loss, heartbrokenness, and like a wound that could never be healed. Not a scar, but a constant open wound that refused to close, directly in my heart.

The sun soon shone over my bed. It was probably the afternoon now. I still haven't moved from bed, not even to use the bathroom. I didn't need to, since I didn't eat anything. I didn't have any appetite. Everything made me feel sick to my stomach. It wasn't long until I heard my bedroom door squeak.
"Homura?" mumbled a quiet and calm voice. Shouto peered in, noticed I was awake and quietly closed the door after entering. He sat on my bed, staring sadly at my face. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I kept my tired eyes locked onto the ceiling, trying not to cry. There was silence for a long time, aside from my sniffles every now and then. It wasn't long until Shouto places his hand on my leg in a comforting way. "He'll be okay. He's one of the strongest in the class. He may be irrational at times, but he can definitely defend himself against them. Don't worry about him," he said, his voice low and calm. I could still feel the sadness in his voice. Even if they didn't get along, it was still heartbreaking to watch one of your classmates being sucked away into the darkness. Silently, I nodded, resting my hand on top of his, to which he placed his other hand onto mine, clasping it tightly. He pulled me up, embracing me tightly, triggering the tears to pour down my face. It was unavoidable. It was silent crying, well, I tried to make it silent with little success. I couldn't help but worry. All I can remember is seeing those red eyes, staring at me for help with such terror.

It took me a long time to stop crying and eventually start taking care of myself. Well, Shouto made me. It was still luckily summer vacation so we didn't need to be at school for a while. Good thing, as I didn't want anyone seeing me in this state. My hair was a mess, dark circles under my eyes, my skin pale and peeling, as well as cracked lips and what felt like a broken body. Everything hurt. It didn't help not being able to see straight from the tiredness of lying in bed all day, so I ended up banging my limbs against walls and doorways several times. Shouto helped me get better throughout the day, cooking my meals, helping me shower, fix up my posture, and take care of my bandages. I hadn't spoken more than two words in the whole day, only saying please and thank you. My voice was hoarse and wheezy and I eventually gave up and resorted to nodding and shaking my head. Shouto didn't care. He only wanted me to get back on my feet. He wasn't really speaking either. His voice was fine, and he never really spoke either way, but this just felt different. After sitting down after lunch and watching the news, all that was said was negative things towards UA High. They criticised their methods and safety, constantly pushing the disappearance of Bakugou forward, giving it as an example of lack of security. I hated it. I hated it so much. None of this were the teachers fault. It was nobody's fault, although I still blame myself for getting so injured and not being able to be fast enough to save Bakugou. The media didn't know anything, only rumours from false sources. Seeing my frustration building up, Shouto turned off the TV.
"Burn off that anger with training," mumbled Shouto, and started to take off his shirt to change into his workout clothes as he walked upstairs. He didn't need to tell me twice, but I still dragged myself up the stairs to change. I wore a black hoodie with the sleeves torn off and a pair of tight black shorts. I didn't feel like wearing shoes or socks. I raised the hood over my head and stepped downstairs with Shouto. Not saying a word, we left the house and walked to our separate training rooms. We didn't even say goodbye. We just stated the time we wanted to be back and walked in opposite directions. It seemed rude, but neither of us were in the mood for manners. I walked in shame towards my building, hands deep in my pockets. The whole way there, I didn't look up from the ground, fighting back the tears. I didn't want to seem like a wimp, but there was too much emotion to contain and it was really hard for me. The second I got into my gym, closing the door behind me, half of me thought I'd see Bakugou working out quietly on his own. I expected to see his head turn to face me, giving me a warm smile. I wanted him to walk over to me and hug me tightly. I just wanted him. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't hold it anymore. I slid down to the floor, my knees and hands touching the floor as my tears fell on my hands. I didn't want to work out. I didn't want to train. I didn't want to do anything. I felt like it was my fault. I should have ran fast. I should have used my Quirk to help me. I should have known better. I felt my sadness and anger run through my blood. It split down into my hands, where I started to smell smoke. The floor underneath me felt crisp and broken. I knew father would tell me off about it, but I didn't care. I stood up, grasping my fists tightly. I quickly walked around, opening the door quickly, slamming it shut and walked up the stairs to the roof. Once at the top, I stood in the centre of it. I noticed all the burn marks on the roof, even the ones made from Bakugou, extending my rage. I clenched my teeth and fists tightly. I saw, from far away, the building where Shouto had his gym. I knew he would see me, but I didn't care.