the only exception | bakugou katsuki

32 | embodiment of the universe

Bakugou kind of hated the vivacious, insufferable yellow walls in the newly refurbished Minisu—kind of reminds him of a certain someone with the same energy she exudes whenever she's with him. Though the colour glared back at him as he stares into it, a certain longingness irking his rose-coloured heart a little.

The booths of chairs were still the same and the rest.. Bakugou couldn't remember well. He stopped coming over for late-night supper with extra wasabi when she left for the city—when the vicinity doesn't feel the same anymore despite her presence still lingering there. Shiro became his company for a while, but.. everything just wasn't the same.

The blond sat up straight a little as he took a sip of his drink by the counter as if he was ready to be bombarded by an obnoxious girl, expecting. Because why else would she be here in town? Home?

"You're awfully energetic to be here, Bakugou-kun." The owner finally popped the bubble the blond was in, leaning against the counter. "Rough day maybe? It's been a while since you last drop by."

He took another sip. "None of which. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important."

Shiro rose his eyebrows, curious and surprised. "Important? Is someone coming?"

A lingering silence played before Bakugou answers again. "I don't kno—"

And that's when he heard her voice.

"Shiro-san!!!"

The blond groaned out of habit like the old days. The fuck. Tuna's too fucking loud at 12AM.

"Yuna?" Shiro's jaw dropped to the floor. "Holy shit, is that really you?!"

Shiro exit the counter through the staff door and ran towards the exuberant girl, halting in front of her while looking up and down as if he was checking whether it was a dream or reality. The blond who was still facing the yellow wall turned his head a little to take a glimpse—his eyes confirming the obnoxious glow of her fuchsia hair matching her ambitious gaze, followed by the welcoming grin on her lips meant for her old friend—a smile natural enough to let him know that she, after all, was as high as the stars out there. Happy.

Homed.

"It is me, you moron." Yuna chuckled, ruffling the owner's hair before the two crushed each other in an embrace. "Man, I miss you so much!"

"It's been what? Two years?" They pulled away. "Does this mean Minisu's gonna attract more customers now that the vocalist of a famous band is home?"

Yuna smacked his shoulder. "Don't get ahead of yourself. Also, famous is an exaggeration."

"Wouldn't it be a waste then?"

The girl's attention switched to the blond who already stood up from his seat, facing her from a distance. The blithe energy seemed to dissipate, but the comforting aura was still there, sparking, flickering. As if it was the cause of a walking star right in the middle of the room while Bakugou, the taker, basking in the starlit night under the edison roof.

Another smile—a kind of smile—slowly emerged just a little, from the corner of her lips. Gentle, genuine, loving. Bakugou almost felt his breath hitch. Almost. A second away from blowing up the entire store because the bitch smiled like that. Like that. What the fuck.

Shiro, who was caught in between, slowly backed away. "Okay~ I'll just—Yeah. I'll just clean up and just, yeah."

Then, Yuna, who was bright and confident only a second ago, suddenly averted her gaze—shyly. Bakugou, however, scoffed a little at that. Since when does the obnoxious girl ever act like this?