the only exception | bakugou katsuki

27 | castaways

Waking up in someone else's home pained her more than it should.

Because she couldn't recall the last time she ever heard someone leaving for work or any kind of occasion that'll ensure they would come back right through the front door, except that, she was only hearing Mitsuki yelling at Katsuki downstairs, shouting a quick farewell to him before she hears the door shut. She couldn't recall the last time she woke up to golden painted walls with birds singing in her ears as a knock on the door jolt her out of her dreams and greet her with a morning smile—a smile that belongs, no, used to belong to someone so precious that she couldn't bear to recall anymore.

Yuna slowly sat up and leaned against the wall, letting out a deep shaky sigh when she rests her head against the wall as well, closing her puffy eyes.

Still, she opened her eyes again, scanning the room in hopes to dissipate the constant ache in her chest as they land on the random posters on the walls, a few comics stacked beside a laptop on the study table, a single hero figurine displayed on a shelf, and a few hiking sticks resting against a wall.

At those, she smiled faintly. Smiled at how some part of him screamed sunshines and rainbows, though hidden in the frontlines.

It must be nice, she thinks, living like this.

A faint knock on the door jolted her out of her reverie, glancing to see Bakugou as he entered while carrying a tray of food, though Yuna could recognize the familiar packet of sushi she would always buy.

When the blond starts setting up some kind of small table on the empty space in front of her, she forced out a chuckle.

"What is this? A hospital?"

He rolled his eyes, placing a bowl of porridge on the table along with the sushi rolls. "Shut it. Just eat and shower after that."

She cackled again. "Sure, doctor-san. Thank you for taking care of me."

The blond rolled his eyes at her, leaning against the table behind him as he stared at her, watching the girl half-assing the effort to lift the spoon and ate the porridge in some kind of a way that agitates him.

When the porridge touched her lips, Yuna couldn't taste anything. Sure she was hungry, but she didn't feel like eating. She didn't feel like anything at all. For once, this time, she just wants to go back to bed again, but she knows the blond in front of her, just watching her like some guard on duty to make sure the prisoner complied what the authority ordered would scold her over this little thing. This little thing called being empty.

Her gaze shifts to the sushi rolls again. "Did Shiro drop by?"

"...Yeah. He dropped off your board too," he nodded at her board resting against the wall near the window. "Be responsible for your shit next time, damn tuna."

Yuna chuckled weakly. "Well, it can't be helped when my life fell apart."

And because of that, a cloud of silence loomed in the room.

She continued eating her food. Trying to find its flavourful taste to satisfy her. To distract her. But nothing could ever replace the feeling of her craters that formed overnight. Nothing could overwhelm it.

It couldn't be helped when she knows the blond was just watching, observing. And it felt uncomfortable, but his presence was soothing enough, although not quite. Because how can she pleasantly breathe like this when the sky above her fell?

"Fuck," she dropped her spoon back onto the unfinished bowl and leans back against the wall, covering her face with one hand. "This is so embarrassing."