the only exception | bakugou katsuki

25 | supernovas

Bakugou wondered—why aren't there many stars tonight?

He was standing on the balcony of the hallway. The same balcony where another presence once stood beside him, searching for stars and constellations he had come to recall and engraved them in his brain without knowing it—a subconscious knowledge he had gained while spending time with a certain girl who was willingly by his side like some annoying fly—but the kind he got used to.

The universe must be wondering why the fuck he was awake at an ungodly hour of 3 AM, leaning on the balcony as he stared into the distance like he was waiting—waiting for some astronaut in a space ship to drop by and say, "Let's go to the Milky Way!"—kind of bullshit.

But no. That didn't answer his thoughts—because why the fuck is the sky so dull?

He pondered painfully past his own bedtime, despite his mother's several nags for staying up late, nagging about how it was going to affect his health as a hero and blah blah—fuck. Sure, there was school tomorrow. Maybe he was weirdly hoping deep down in his fucking soul that the bitch would show up somewhere, anywhere. Be it if it's just a moment of accidental bumps or more than that. Taking glimpses past her classroom as if he would go the bathroom for shit when he just wants to know why she just—stopped. Because really, what fuck was her problem?

And for some unfathomable reason, his phone in his pocket vibrated.

He blinked. Oddly enough someone was texting him at this hour. Probably another meme popping up from Pikachu. That son of a bitch has always sent him those at this time of the hour. He was probably up playing video games.

Did that stop him from checking his phone? No.

So he did—he brought out his phone with the click of his tongue, scowling as he did. And the second he unlocked his phone, the lingering scowl on his face turned solemn.

Then, Bakugou left the balcony, ran downstairs, quickly putting on his shoes before leaving his house in a hurry.

"Fuck." He cursed under his breath, ignoring his pounding heart as he ran down the streets. "God fucking dammit, tuna."

I need you.

His first instinct was to run towards the only place the both of them knew—the place where troubled teenagers would go to. Not that he's one of them, but maybe he actually was. Because why was he always there even when a smothering presence was there to strangle the shit out of him no matter how much he despised?

Yet, he still stayed—endured all that bullshit as if it was normal for him to breathe. Like breathing in an uncharted planet no one has stepped foot on yet, making him the first man to land on it, adapt to it—until it became to the point when it was starting to fuck up his organs due to its density despite its breathable atmosphere that gave him the chance to live and stay.

The chance to colonize an irreplaceable home that he'd ever find.

By the time he reached the doorstep of Minisu—all closed and dimmed from midnight lights, he took a quick glance around—the dumpster and the backdoor area, but there was no one.

That's until he faced the grassy field, walking towards it with panted breaths filling the empty air.

And just as he was about to step onto the grass, he heard her voice.

"Hey, Kat."

His head snapped behind him, discovering the wanted girl sitting against the wall outside of Minisu.

The first thing he saw was a smile on her face.

The blond scoffed in disgust at the blatant lie, turning around fully and stepped towards her.

"Long time no see," she chimed. "Sorry for calling you out here at this time. I got lonely ya know."

He clenched his fist at the last part. But he took the time to observe the once, loud, obnoxious girl.

Following the wide grin was her crescent eyes—trying so hard to match the moon reclining in the sky when he could obviously notice the reddish tint around them—the blood moon that was over merely minutes ago now that its moonlight returned, though not as bright but just as bright as Mars in the sky.

And then he thought—is this why there weren't many stars tonight?

Perhaps the human celestial right in front of him, currently hugging her knees as she maintained the stretch on her lips as if the universe was still the same without its constellations when the both of them were acutely aware that a tragedy in this galaxy had suffered its impending doomsday.

Supernovas.

And Bakugou was about to witness one.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it—Sorry for ditching you for an entire week. You don't have to look at me like that ya know." She chuckled, but he could hear a slight crack in her voice.

Bakugou walked towards her hastily, and kneeled down to her level, facing eye-to-eye—just waiting.

He noticed a bag laid beside her, giving him a hunch on what happened.

She seemed to notice it. And chuckled sheepishly—he was getting sick of the acting.

"Okay, look—" She held up her hands. "It's not what it looks like. I'm not running away. I'm jus—"

Yuna didn't manage to finish her sentence when he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her.

"Shut up and cry, idiot."

He waited. He waited with the silence weighing on his shoulders. He waited until he could hear a melancholy song resonating his sharp ears.

And so, he felt the slow, tight grips from the hem of his shirt—until he felt a weight on his right shoulder, the slight tremble from her assumingly quivering lips—as if she was holding back but wanted to implode her core into the abyss for good.

He placed a hand on the back of her head, gently pressing her head on his shoulder.

"Do it."

And she did.

Her whimpers morphed into sobs—like an anticipated core of multiple stars bursting into dust and cosmic embers, scattering across the galaxy as each star in the constellations of said galaxy conduct their greatest show in history—a phenomenal show one would call a Supernova—the end of their lives.

The blond felt her arms moving around his back, as if to tighten the embrace. Although he knew he was shit at this kind of thing, he learned through certain nights that a gesture like this was enough to neutralize multiple red giants in the abyss—which probably explained why the night sky was so, so bleak.

The night had run out of stars to shine from, leaving the city with bridges in between separated constellations as each red star left the galaxy one by one.

And maybe, just maybe, as Bakugou stared into the empty wall in front of him, subconsciously pulling her closer;

This star, was the last brightest one.

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uhh this was supposed to be longer but then i decided to separate it into the next chapter which shall come in soon after i post this lolol

and i love, um, hurt/comfort?