the only exception | bakugou katsuki

16 | meteor shower

Yuna feels the tranquil pleasure of being near a gathering but not quite in it—hovering on the perimeter of a campfire, chatting outside a party while others dance inside, resting your head in the backseat of a car listening to your friends chatting up front—feeling blissfully invisible yet still fully included, safe in the knowledge that everyone is together and everyone is okay, with all the thrill of being there without the burden of having to be.

The sea of stars above Yuei and everyone else was luminous than the past, making her think that every night they would shine brighter and brighter until it explodes into another graveyard of stars—but Yuna smiled. She smiled because, for the first time, she didn't felt like a minority for once.

Sitting alone on one of the school benches didn't make her alone. The presence of class 3A still lingering outside the gym was exuding, packing and cleaning up the aftermath of a rehearsal made for a show of the year.

A misty sigh left her dry lips, bringing her knees close to her while the soles of her feet rest on the edge of the bench. It was crisp with autumn, but a soft warmth seemed to find its way into a cold, dying star.

Except that it wasn't really dying.

"How long are you planning to sit there staring lovingly at the damn stars?"

A smile immediately formed on her lips as soon as she heard his voice, turning her head to see the blond with his hands in his pockets, standing by the seat beside her.

"Until you take me home," she winked and laughed loudly when he automatically grimaced at her statement.

"Now I get why you're a fucking loner."

"Then why are you here?" She grinned and Bakugou just scoffed and sat down beside her, also looking up at the stars for a bit.

"Cause I'm a fucking exception that's why."

Something about that sentence made her turn to the stars again.

"Hm, you know, you were really good back there—the drums and all." She started, feeling like she has over hundreds of topics to talk about underneath the unsettling, enthralling constellations tonight.

She hears him scoff again. "Course' I am."

"I mean it ya know," she turns to him and smiles. "You could be one hell of a drummer in a band while I could be one hell of a singer and guitarist."

Red eyes flickered over to her, the post lamp illuminating a part of his features. "Hell yeah, I could. But I'm gonna be one hell of a fucking hero next year. Top spot. Just watch me."

Ah. There it is. The grin exuding his merciless tenacity and the passion in its ambition. That's what the Taurus in the sky would do.

What about Pisces?

As if the question was displayed in the sky, Bakugou asked.

"What about you? What're you gonna be then?"

Yuna's brows raised, surprised at the latter, the tone of his curiosity barely surfacing, though as if he was also trying to compete.

"Me?" She chuckled lightly, somewhat wistful. "I told you already. I'm gonna be one hell of a singer in a famous band."

But then she switched her gaze to the ground in front of them.

"If.. I could."

She smiled wistfully, regretfully feeling conscious for saying that out loud—exposing her dream that would probably never happen even if she were to wish over a million stars because she knew better than anyone that her purpose in life was indisputably different than everyone else—to be nothing.