A Fantasy {KatsuDeku Au}

Uraraka Makes Some Magic

We both sat in silence under the moon. The grass was a little damp from the moisture of the night. Crickets were softly chirping like crazy behind us, or perhaps they were toads. To me, it was hard to tell the difference between the two. 

Bakugou sat next to me, not glancing my way even for a brief moment. By now, his complexion was clear of any red blotches. He never told me why he kept this secret hidden from others. Maybe if he had revealed it to someone, he or she might have helped him.

I twisted my hands around, playing with them from boredom. The dried blood was peeling off everytime I ran a finger over it. The cut that was placed on my neck from the scimitar he used had finally sealed up and stopped bleeding. I run my hand over it, feeling the dry scab that protected it. 

"Why did you keep this to yourself?" I asked, dropping my hand from my neck. I decided to give my hands more of my attention to avoid his stare. He never answered back as quickly as I had hoped for. I peek up from under some of my curls to sneak a side glance at him. He was leaning back on his hands, his eyes directly focused on the moon. 

"People wouldn't understand," he mumbled, barely audible, but my ears were able to pick up on them. I shifted my gaze back down to my hands and started to understand his words. "The reason, though, is . . . personal. This is also the reason I declined the offer to travel with you . . ."

"Could you tell me more about it?" I asked, and for some reason my throat became dry. I had the sudden urge to wet my lips because they felt chapped. Perhaps my nervousness was finally settling in. "You don't have to tell me if you don't have to."

He grunted and responded with an annoyed tone etched in his voice, "you're right and I'm not going to." My first reaction was to say something and started to open my mouth, but when I whipped my head up, he was staring at me. I immediately shut my mouth before a storm of randomness slipped out.

His red stare was emotionless and empty. They didn't carry hatred or anger towards me, but the small part of me almost missed that deathly glare of his. 

"Can you control it, like at all?" Just as I asked that question, his eyebrows furrowed in some sort of discontent. He then pushed up off his hands and placed them on his knees, leaning forward.

"You just like prying, huh?" I wanted to rejected the almost-false claim about me, but he continued to talk. "I can't control it, so during the day I look like a . . . a dragon." He stumbled at the end, which was a little surprising. I simply ignored it, thinking he wasn't used to talking about it.

In the next moments, we sat in yet another pit of silence. Only this time, the chirping of crickets that was playing in the background had halted.  Then, a light flickered on in my head when I thought back to Uraraka. "I think Uraraka might be able to help, I mean, if you just asked her," I suggested. Deep down, I had a little doubt that she wouldn't be able to help him.

"What can that shrimp even do? She looks weak as hell. Back in my day, witches were a force to be reckoned with," he spat. I flinched at his hateful tone towards her. However, he let out a huge sigh and his eyes were scrunched up as if he was considering it. I watched him rub his face before he settled his gaze on me. "If she can't do shit, I'm going to kill you." He stood up quickly and marched towards our temporary camp.

I sat there in disbelief and staring off into space. Out of nowhere, the statement settles in. "W-wait . . . what?!" I quickly scramble off the ground in a hurry to catch up to him. 

Later at the campsite, everyone that was sleeping was awake and I had to properly introduce Bakugou to the group. Iida wasn't that big of a fan, but showed off his polite side by shaking Bakugou's hand. Being a knight, he probably thought it was polite until Bakugou ripped his hand away, growling threateningly.