The Music in Us

Chapter Eleven

Katsuki's POV

I look over at this random dude confused. "What the fuck do you mean?"

He shrugs. "Do you ever just feel... lost?"

"I'm trying to read my fucking book, and you're over here trying to get me to think? Fuck off."

He shuts his book and leans closer to me. "But really, have you ever thought about what the hell you're even doing with your life?"

"No, I don't. And I don't care. I don't even know who you are."

He smirks lightly and holds out his hand. "I'm Tokoyami Fumikage. And you?"

I groan and roll my eyes, shaking his hand, closing my book in the process. "Bakugou."

"Nice to meet you, Bakugou. So, what do you say to my question?"

I'm starting to get real pissed now. "I already told you: I don't, and I don't care."

"Well, do you know what you even want to do with your life after school? You're at this school for a reason, are you not?"

"Listen," I start. "I'm at this school to get good at the drums. Complicated shit is happening right now for me, and I don't want to think about it. I'm here at this library for a reason: to relax. I don't want to think about jack shit. I just want to read. I haven't done it in a while. To much happening in here." I point to my head and lean back in my chair, finally starting to read again.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"No."

It goes quiet for awhile, which is nice, but I know it won't last. This fucker won't shut up. I look over at him, and he's not the worst to look at. He might not have the best jawline, but his cheekbones are very sharp. He has a chocker around his neck, which is red, and the rest of his clothes are, well... black.

He smirks and looks at me. "You sure you don't want to really answer my question and talk?"

I sigh, closing my book. "I don't even know you."

"Well, isn't that better than someone you know who'll look at you in pity?"

I snort. "You sure a persuading, Tokoyami."

He smirks more. "It's a gift. So, what's your problems?"

"It started in grade school. There was this kid, Izuku, but I call him Deku. We were friends, but it was more to me..."

I tell him my story. All of it. Deku, Todoroki, and even Sakura. By the end of it he just looked at me with pity. That's annoying.

"I thought you said you wouldn't look at me pitifully?"

He clears his throat and looks down. "I wasn't expecting all of that. I just thought your parents got divorced or something."

I laugh and lean my head back. "Yeah, you'd think that's the worst thing that could happen, but there's worse."

"And you've been through it. I'm so sorry, Bakugou."

I shrug, waving him off. "Don't feel bad. There's nothing you can do about it. It's not your fault anyways. Don't feel sorry."

"It's, just, so horrible what you went through, and what you're still going through."

I shrug again with my eyes closed. "I'll get over it. I have to be strong. I've always had to be strong. I need to for my friends. They know somewhat what happened, but they don't know everything. All besides Kirishima."