Far From Home

chapter 4: Silent Noise

(Hey Guys!! Thanks for those of you who are reading this and I hope your enjoying this. So this chapter is gonna be super sad but there's gonna be some fun fluff. And some platonic relationship Uraraka and Bakugou stuff so yeah. The song for this chapter is 'Trying my best by Anson Seabra'. I Hope you like this chapter, and things will pick up here soon with some more drama between kiribaku so yeah I hope you like it.)

POV: Bakugou Katsuki

God that day. It was like my world had suddenly turned upside down, everything seemed to go downhill for me after that. I watched as the water in the river ran underneath me. I still can't believe that nerd is gone.. it's been three years and, I still can't get over it. And now... How can I get over the person I feel for...Uraraka did..and hell I don't know how she did it.

Maybe she just accepted his death Knowing there was nothing she could do and that he wouldn't want her wasting her life away missing him. I don't know. I put the cigarette back into my mouth and sighed.

"Ah what the hell" I mumbled to myself, the thick smoke blowing out of my mouth in the process.

I remember when I said that Ochako was strong and I shouldn't treat her like she was frail. Those words from highschool helped her shape her life, I can pride myself on that but...why can't I do the same. I'm weak, I can't even get over someone who died to protect us. I can't even live up to my own expectations can I...

Even when Uraraka was crying, getting it all out... She was strong..and I let her lean on me for support. And now...she's trying to support me..but there's no way I can push my grief onto her. I can't do that.

My red eyes stared up at the sunset that reflected off the noisy waters.

What have I become...I can't even do my hero work properly after that incident... But thats something I can't fix..not even if I tried.

After a second I heard a loud crash down the street. Looks like someone got into an accident, but it's not like I could care. I just wanted them to shut up. The loud sudden metal screeching collision hurt my ears more than anything...then again I probably shouldn't have my hearing aids up all the way... It's better to hear than not hear at all though right?...

For a while there I couldn't hear...let me tell you that was hell...I'm just glad I remembered some of the sign language they taught as an extra class in school.

Three years ago, after the funeral

That day had been literal hell. The funeral I mean..for everyone. But only a select few were invited to stay for a while at Midoriyas home.. the one he shared with Uraraka. God... Pink cheeks..this was harder for her and Inko more than anything. They were so close... closer than I thought they would be at this point in life.

We were all gathered in her home, and I wasn't sure how to feel about all of this, and neither did kirishima honestly. He tried to play himself off as okay but really...no one was...

Everyone in the room painted in black or grey clothing, some with tears staining their faces, others with fake smiles.

My mind wandered into another world, a world of regret. I should've done something more to help, leaving Kirishima and Deku on their own to fight that way. I knew that no one blamed me for it considering I was injured myself in the fight but...I can't help but feel like it was my fault. Useless..that was the only word that traveled through my head at the time.