the only exception | bakugou katsuki

09 | strayed planets

Home, has many meanings.

It can be intangible—you find home in someone's smile, you find home in their words that assured you they will protect you, make you feel safe. You feel at home in someone else's, the family you never had by blood, but by the bonds and memories you shared. Home makes you feel calm and content, even at the worst times—because whoever or whatever can make you feel that way, they would be the only answer to the realization that you have never felt it before. Or used to.

But Yuna had forgotten how that felt like because in her case, her kind of home was only tangible.

The roof of her home has a perpetual raincloud, almost close to a storm when the night comes. Rainwater floods the rooms, washing away the memories that were buried deep underneath those wooden planks, rotting them away. The walls cracked and crumbling, peeling off its own skin, revealing what was underneath the façade of her home.

A broken home, somewhat almost intangible.

There was a reason why she always finds herself in Minisu. It was something else close to home, where she felt belong. The chatters in the store was a vicinity she finds unusually comforting like she wasn't alone. Truly. She finds the maroon walls alluring yet made her feel calm like the colour was made to be that way. Her presence wasn't acknowledged by mere strangers, but she was someone in a crowd—the person that walk passes you at a crosswalk, but knows they have to divert their direction somewhere else because you're in their way. Not because you're a threat, but just another human with a story.

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Though it was another chapter of her life, today she felt unusually tired than before. It was still early in the night, but Yuna felt like she was in a trance she got herself into.

Nothing happened, actually. Nothing big. No one bothered her. But sometimes there are days when you feel tired for no reason at all, like feeling a wave of unexplained weariness washing over you after you leave class for seven hours straight, wanting to go home and sleep forever.

Sitting there by the counter was Yuna all alone. A certain blond had to leave early because he's going grocery shopping with the old hag because I'm a good fucking son that's why—when Yuna asked why. She laughed a little bit at that, him managing to get a smile out of her before it disappears. After laughter.

Yuna then didn't order anything off the menu. Only a drink meant for loners like her—no it wasn't alcohol. This is a sushi store, not a bar. A family-friendly store meant for her and everyone else. That's unless Bakugou was here and it won't be family-friendly anymore.

"You look tired today."

Shiro whips out a smile while standing behind the counter. There weren't many customers at the time, so the chatters in the room weren't worth tuning out, leaving the two to converse openly.

Actually, I'm tired every day. I just didn't have the energy to hide it today.

She wanted to say, but there she was—hanging a smile on her lips, using what was left of her to bring back the energy she reserved for a new day.

"I look fabulous, Shiro-san. You should know that."

Ah. There it is. The fuckening—was all written on Shiro's face when he rolled his eyes.

"You sure you don't want anything? Or I can pack some for you."

Yuna took the last sip of her drink and placed it on the counter, looking at him with a willing smile. "No need, because I'll be going now."