the only exception | bakugou katsuki

22 | wistful trails

Normally, Minisu has always been quiet. Its vicinity has always been the late-night conversations bottled in the back of their throats, along with desirous hunger which everyone went there for a reason to. Some seats were only empty because they were meant to—because people only come and go whenever they like, leaving gaps in between their days until they needed to.

And the quietness sometimes comes with Yuna's laughter, cracking up a joke with the owner, though it only lightened up the vicinity for a few breaths until they start talking privately again. She just didn't like being in a place too quiet sometimes—because it reminds her how empty her house sounds like.

But tonight was different.

Tonight, the restaurant was lively.

Was it all thanks to Yuna?

Because sitting in the corner of the booth was her—observing the once reserved and neutral restaurant that is now filled with the entire class of 3A, plates of sushi on their tables as if it was booked for them. There were a few other customers, but they were easily overwhelmed by the presence of the students that Yuna didn't even notice.

Each table was a different story—one was normally chatting away, one was quiet and one was a little too rowdy for the store's liking.

Though Yuna found it amusing when she saw the dashes behind Shiro—his co-workers frantically making more dishes while Shiro just—yeah, just leaning on the counter watching the scenery with a half-assed smile. What a great boss.

Then, someone clinked their glasses.

"I'd like to make a toast. If, uh, that's okay." Kaminari raised his cup, glancing at everyone in the room, sitting on a table.

"No." Someone said, and everyone chuckled.

"Hey," he pouted but fazes back to where he was. "It's been a year. Well, maybe the past three years since we've been together as a class, as a team and as.. friends."

There was a shift in the air.

"And despite all the times we've won, lost and argued.." A grin broke out of his lips, though Yuna noticed his eyes were glossing. "I'm gonna fucking miss all of you."

Some of them awed and some of them almost cried—hell even Yuna couldn't help being emotional.

"Dude, you have no right to make me cry." Kirishima smiled through his tears.

"I'm gonna miss you, bro." Kaminari wept dramatically before hopping off the table and threw his arms around the redhead.

"Bro!"

Jirou rolled her eyes. "We only have four months together and you're this dramatic?"

"Yeah, we still haven't started our internship yet."

"Plus, aren't most of us gonna work near each other after we graduate?"

"Hey!" Kaminari narrowed his gaze at some of them. "Just let me be dramatic for today."

"Yeah, and next thing you know, he's back to complaining about wanting to get out of school."

"Guys!" He whined.

Laughter resonated in the room, and Yuna couldn't resist the smile widening on her lips.

Yeah, it was definitely all thanks to her.

Minisu finally wasn't filled with casual emptiness—it was filled with a sea of young humans who aspire to be the stars in the constellations, showing off the shine in their hearts to light up the weary vicinity of the crimson restaurant, replacing barren conversations with meaningful ones—being that one regular customer who came just for company, before they brought in the loyalty they didn't know they need.