the only exception | bakugou katsuki

29 | wishful turns

A month passed. And Yuna was managing well on her own.

Waking up in her bed was simple enough, but each time she goes downstairs for breakfast and whatnots, Yuna.. couldn't grasp the feeling of being independent for too long. Sometimes.

The house was a little empty—the vases displayed in the living room were replaced by nothing but her presence, the absolute noise of silence was replaced by her own movements, and certain parts of the house was beginning to dust—because some things were meant untouched, especially pictures displayed by frames that showed a thousand memories.

She did have the time to tidy up and dust them away. But she didn't.

Unfortunately, she didn't have anyone worth remembering in this house. Everyone's already left.

And by everyone, she meant Arisa. Because she left for herself.

The only person besides her father she'd ever kill anything for was her. She was her rock. She was her pillar. Her anchor. But how could she walk through the door and never look back for someone who was by her side all along despite their broken home of a situation? Sure, there were times everyone was a disappointment to each other, but why?

Then, Yuna thought as she sat in the kitchen alone with her meal running cold, not everyone can control their pain.

Everyone has a different pain towards the same circumstance. Ever since Rii passed on, things were never the same. The house got quieter and dinners got uncomfortable—holding back tears that haven't moved on. Words got violent. Reality got colder.

Arisa leaving her own family was truly heart-breaking. But maybe, she trusted Yuna enough to take things from there. To find salvation until her father gets better. Though she doesn't know when but once in every week she would visit him at the rehab centre located three stations away from where she lives. The first time she saw him through the door window, she burst into tears, not knowing what she was feeling at that moment as regret and grief messed up her nerves.

He was a pitiful mess—dishevelled hair, rough stubbles and sullen, reddish eyes. His skin was as pale as the moonlight and wrist to the bone. It brought a sharp pain to her heart, but Yuna promised she would visit every week to check his progress no matter how long it would be.

Despite all that, she would come home and wake up to the very silence that was ready to smoulder her. But she grasped it with solace in exchange for the will to hold on a little more. A little more until she could truly spread her wings and fly to leave the nest.

Yuna sighs and looks down at her unfinished meal—a simple omelette for the night. Though she would rather order something online but that'd be a waste of money her mother left for her.

She lightly chuckled at that and smiled sadly.

Then, she stood up and grabbed her coat by the front door, leaving the house before making her way to Minisu—hoping that a certain blond would be there.

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"You're renovating Minisu?"

"Yep. The walls are gonna be yellow and the floor's gonna be white."

"Can't you stick to red?"

"Red's too dark in here, Yuna-chan. Sometimes you need a little sunshine in your life."

"Literally."

"Speaking of sunshine, aren't you meeting him, hm?" Shiro smirked.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."