With shaking hands, I pressed the call button and held the cold phone to my cheek. I wasn't sure what Shoto would be like on the other end, let alone if he was even going to answer. After the terrible things, I said I probably wouldn't either.
As the ringing echoed inside my skull I felt my heart rate beat in synch with the rhythmic tone. The seconds between each ring felt like hours as I stood on the sidewalk downtown letting the strong fall winds lap around my small frame.
Just as I thought I couldn't take the ringing sound any longer a faint click noise pulled back my eyes causing me to jolt up. My spine straightened as the voice I presumed was Shoto's began to come through the other end.
"Misaki?"
All the words I practiced in my head left me as I opened my mouth to speak. Why was I always so terrible at expressing how I was feeling. So constantly worried about saying the right or wrong thing instead of just saying it.
Shaking my head I quickly cleared my throat and muscled up the courage to speak. If I didn't then who knows when the next opportunity would be.
"Hey, Shoto.. Can we talk?" My voice sounded meek aloud as he paused on the other end.
"What is there to talk about Misaki?" Shoto's voice was stern and was so cold I could almost feel the iciness in his tone.
"Please Shoto, I'm not saying you need to forgive me, because I don't deserve it, but please let me speak to you and apologize... I can't just let out friendship fall through my fingers without at least trying to make things right.."
I held my breath waiting for his response. Shoto sighed on the other end and I could almost picture the way his two-toned hair fell into his face when he dropped his head into his hand. He had every right to be mad, but I just hoped he would at least hear me out even though deep down I knew I didn't deserve it.
"Shoto?" I could hear the desperation in my own voice as I paused once again.
"...f-fine. Why don't you come to my apartment? I'll drop a pin so just text me when you're here.."
I felt the weight chip off my shoulders from his acceptance to meet. It was the baby steps I needed to make things right.
"Yeah, that sounds good to me. I'll make my way to you now."
"Sure. See you in a bit."
He sounded unamused and as I hung up the phone I couldn't tell if that was his usual unamused tone or that was just because he wasn't excited to see me. Maybe it was a mix of both. I didn't allow myself to think more about it as my phone vibrated with Shoto's location. I recognized the apartment complexes he was located in so I quickly dropped my phone into my bag and raced in the direction.
It was a short walk from where I was standing but I spent the majority of my time standing outside nervous for what I was about to be confronted with. I was dealing with a close friend who has experienced more trauma than I will ever know and I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn't a little bit scared.
Lifting my phone out of my bag I slowly stared down at my text to Shoto letting him know I was here. I have no idea why I was so scared to send it as I continued to look up the tall building then back down at my screen.
Before I could send it my phone pinged with a new notification from Katsuki.
Katsuki: You can do it Pouty. Nothing can change if you don't take the steps towards fixing the situation. Call me if you need anything.
I felt my heart flutter from his thoughtfulness. It was as if he could read my mind because everything he was saying fit so perfectly. I even looked around behind me and at the passing cars wondering if he was somewhere watching me.
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Poison || Katsuki Bakugou
FanfictionIn the hero world, you were either a pro or just an average sidekick. Surprising to most, Misaki Haruka at a very young age had already moved quickly up the ranks. This was mainly due to her powerful quirk that many feared during her younger years...