the only exception | bakugou katsuki

17 | framed galaxies

The frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist—the same sunset, the same waterfall, the same curve of a hip, the same closeup of an eye—which can turn a unique subject into something hollow and pulpy and cheap, like a mass-produced piece of furniture you happen to have assembled yourself.

Yuna remembers this each time she happened to encounter something amazing. Something meaningful and worth remembering no matter how big or small. It doesn't matter if it lasted merely a second or an hour—if it happens to be something unique, she would damn well remember it until the day she dies.

But this wasn't something she wouldn't get sick of like the furniture she happened to assembled herself—this was something that came out of a wishing well. A pot of gold coins from the end of a goddamn rainbow.

Bakugou was strumming a guitar—focused, tender eyes that relaxed the furrowing brows that made the world a little hard to breathe, now easier to softly inhale the air around everyone else, affording a silent sigh to prevent the blond from losing his muse.

Yuna was watching from the door of the music store she decided to drop by caused by her cosmic boredom, but seeing someone very familiar and hard to ignore was merely a coincidence—an astonishing coincidence.

Harmonious strums—maybe a few unruly ones here and there with missing chords synched with false fingers, but Yuna watched with a growing smile when Bakugou tried to keep playing without looking up, letting the girl take advantage of the form despite the fact that he might kill her for entering his vulnerability.

But his vulnerability was her favourite moments.

So Yuna leans on a wall at her side with folded arms, listening intently to the imperfect song and takes in the form of someone meant for the sky and throne whom she never knew would look unnervingly.. alluring.

Like an alluring siren, perhaps always searching for its prey through deep waters and shining rocks with its menacing sharp teeth hidden behind a sweet smile, sharp nails within delicate fingers—singing its alluring voice to attract a sailor like Yuna.

And would that sailor fall into the siren's mesmerizing trap? Its voice of a seraphic harp from the sky meant for ears like hers? A muser like her?

Her breath almost hitched when the blond finally looked up—ambiguous red eyes glancing at her.

Yes.

"You have one fucking second to explain why and when you had come here."

Her eyes widened a little. "Wait—"

He got up. "Too late."

"That's not fair!"

She cackled when she ran out of the store immediately, slamming the door in his face, almost hoping it broke his nose before running down the path towards Minisu, and greeting the owner with a loud shriek.

"Shiro!!! Kat's gonna kill me!" Yuna ignored the stares she was receiving before entering the door to the kitchen to the surprise of the workers there.

"What the hell did you do to piss him off this time?" Shiro sighed while carrying a pot of rice, staring at the rosy-haired girl with a straight face.

"Nothing!"

"You were with—what are you doing?" Shiro furrowed his brows confusingly when Yuna picked up one of the aprons and hat.

"Improvising." She quickly wears them to fit the occasion before grabbing the pot of rice out of Shiro's hands.

It was right then that Bakugou's voice boomed in the restaurant.

"Oi, tuna! Where the fuck are you?"