Inmate

𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

The two of us parted, the salty water still flowing down our cheeks.

We looked at each other, both of us stifling a laugh at how the other looked. Eyes puffy and red, cheeks soaking wet.

We took our seats across from each other at the table, Katsuki holding the photo in his hand.

Putting ourselves together, we wiped our tears and took some breaths.

"Ya know.. When I go, I want you to take my stuff, kay? It's not much, just some books and other stupid shit, but it's somethin'. Even this picture. Take this too." He grabbed my bag from across the table, looking through it and pulling out a pen.

He flipped the photo over, beginning to write on the emptiness of it's backside.

His brows furrowed, a little bit of his tongue poking our from between his lips as he wrote.

After he finished, he flipped over the photo so I wouldn't be able to read what it said.

"Read this on the day I die."

I gulped, staring down at the photo that was underneath his hands.

"Will do.." I cracked a smile, forcing the tears to stay inside my eyes.

I pulled my notebook out of my bag, then used the pen Katsuki used.

"Let's.. start off with how we would usually do our sessions.."

He only replied with a grunt.

"First off, how are you feeling today?" I looked at him, my expression blank.

"Happy. 'Cause you're here. But I was kinda thinking last night. Is it selfish of me to say I don't want you finding someone else after I die?"

I wrote down his words, shaking my head.

"Honestly, I don't believe it's wrong to be selfish, but wanting something doesn't make you selfish. Everyone has the right to be selfish sometimes, there's no law against it. And it's stupid if someone tells another not to be selfish just because they want something, because I'm pretty damn sure they're selfish at times as well, but just don't notice it. So to answer your question, no, it isn't selfish."

Katsuki grinned. That beautiful, sparkly, toothy grin of his.

"You're fucking adorable when you ramble."

My cheeks turned pink and I looked down.

"I- Uh.. anyways.. next question." I avoided what he said, brushing it off.

Katsuki itched his head, waiting for me to think of something.

"When you see other inmates, how do you usually react?" What a dumb question.

"I avoid 'em as much as possible. The little shrimps are nothin' to me. I only acknowledge them when they say some shit I don't fucking like." He clenched his fist. I could tell he was thinking about the last encounter at the cafeteria.

Again, I wrote his answer down.

"How do the guards treat you?"

"Like shit. I get shoved around, spat at, poked, kicked, slapped. It's constant. I enjoy being in my cell because I don't gotta be around those fuckin' losers. Who do they think they are? Just 'cause they have authority and power doesn't make them any less shitty than me!"

"I see. How about we take a deep breath, calm down a little, and maybe draw something?"

He opened his mouth to protest, but looked at me, suddenly changing his mind and being compliant. He took a deep breath in, then slowly let it out.

"Alright gimme a paper."

I tore a page out of my book for him, sliding it over along with some drawing utensils.

"Don't watch me! Just- turn to the side or some shit.".

I turned to the side, getting comfortable on my chair. My eyes focused on the wall, taking account of all it's imperfections.

Katsuki let out the occasional grunt and groan as he drew. I heard a lot of erasing, scribbling, then erasing again.

"I'm fucking done you can look now."

I turned back around in my chair, looking down at the drawing he slid in front of me.

I smiled down at it, a tear slipping from my eye, down my cheek, off my chin and onto the paper.

"Oi oi oi!!" He yelled, pulling the paper away. "Don't ruin it."

I laughed a bit, wiping my tears away.

"Sorry sorry. It's perfect, Suki.". The drawing was a profile of me.

"It's a make up for the first one I drew 'cause that one was fucking messed up 'cause I was drawing you from my stupid memory. At least I got the real thing in front of me-"

"I still have that one, Suki." He stopped talking and fidgeted with his fingers.

"Whatever-" He was cut off by a knock at the door.

I sighed, getting up and opening it.

"Father?" I saw my Father standing in the doorway, staring down at me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I came to watch how it's going. If you're making any progress."

"How do you.. make progress in this sort of thing?"

"You don't need to know. I'll see for myself." He shoved his way in, going to take a seat.

I was about to stop him, nervous he might see the drawing and the photo, but I'm guessing Katsuki slipped it into my bag while we were distracted because they weren't on the table anymore.

I closed the door, sitting next to Father.

"I was just asking Bakugou about uhm.." I was struggling to think of something.

"How I'm fucking feeling. Dumbass peppermint candy cane looking ass always asks me that same fucking question." He saved my ass. I wasn't offended, since I knew he was just acting.

I faked a sigh, keeping my expression blank.

"I know but I'll ask that question everyday, whether you give me an answer to it or not."

"You wanna know how I'm fuckin' feeling? Fine I'll spell it out for ya. Like S-H-I-T."

"That's a start." I wrote it down on a new sheet of paper.

"Everything's a fuckin' start with you."

I smiled at him.

"At least I'm getting answers out of you now, Bakugou."

Father sat there, his arms crossed. I was nervous, wondering if we seemed convincing or not.

"Is this the progress you were looking for, Father?" I looked at him, holding my blank expression.

"As you said, it's a start."

He didn't seem too convinced.