Inmate

𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

Father stood up, cracking his neck before walking to the door.

"Pack up your belongings and meet me in the car." He spoke, glancing back at me.

"Yes Father.." With that, he closed the door.

Katsuki took the photo out of my bag, helping me pack up the rest of my pens.

"Thank you.." I threw my bag over my shoulder, walking Katsuki back to his cell.

I locked him in, giving him a quick peck on the lips before leaving since Father wasn't there.

I waved goodbye to the blonde, him returning the gesture.  My legs brought themselves into the elevator, the doors closing and blocking my view of Katsuki.

As I waited for the elevator to bring me down to the main floor, I hummed to myself quietly. Slowly, I began to whisper the lyrics out loud, tears filling my eyes and my voice cracking.

"I will follow you h-home.. although my lips are blue and I-I'm cold.. I don't wanna be your f-friend I wanna kiss your lips.."

I dropped to my knees, beginning to sob. Leaving him everyday was already painful... Losing him for good is going to be even worse.

I quickly composed myself, noticing that I was almost at the main floor.

I shuffled out of the elevator, rushing to Father's car. I sat in the passenger seat, buckling my seat belt.

"Father.. Can I ask something of you?"

"What?"

"Bakugou wants to go outside and see the sunset before he dies.. I don't mind taking him." Father opened his mouth, but his lips formed into a smile.

"Of course. I'll have a guard or two accompany you."

"Really?" My eyes lit up. Surely he was joking..

"Yep. I'll even make it happen about.. hm.. a month before?" I was surprised at how Father was acting.

I kind of expected a slap to the back of my head and a lot of yelling. Maybe he's changing. I'm glad.

"So in two weeks?" I looked at him as he pulled out of the parking lot, driving off.

"Sounds about right." He looked back at me, his face expression soft. 

His eyes tipped me off though.  They didn't really match the vibe his face expression was giving.  I just brushed it off though. 

Grinning, I plugged in my headphones and listened to the song I was singing earlier, staring out the window as I did so.

My head nodded to the beat, my foot thumping against the car floor. My heart was pounding. I was excited that Katsuki would be able to see what he wanted.

As I thought, my eyes closed. I ended up falling asleep. Father woke me once we arrived home.

—

Bakugou's POV

I lie in my cell,  staring at the photo of Shouto and I.  My thumb ran across his face, his smile, his hair.

I'm starving, hungry.  Not for food though. 

I'm touch starved.  I want to feel him again.  Hold him, kiss him, love him.  I want him in my arms.  Why can't he stay with me?  This picture isn't enough.  I want the real him beside me.

I frowned, feeling tears start to well up. 

What the fuck.

Why does he make me feel this fucking way?  I haven't cried over someone in such a long time. 

I feel stupid for kissing him.  He's hurting.  He's going to be even more hurt later.  I fucking hate myself for falling for him. 

But I don't regret it. 

I'm cherishing every second I have with him.  If I had at least been acquainted with him before all of this happened, I probably wouldn't have killed anyone.

Peppermint is keeping me sane.  He cares about me, loves me.  He genuinely wants to know how I fucking feel. 

Unlike my other counselors, I don't want to strangle this one.  I can't even think about hurting him. 

My chest feels heavy.  What the fuck is this?  It hurts.  I'm crying now. 

I put the photo down, hugging myself.  My eyes closed as my mind wandered off.  I made myself believe Shouto was in my arms, which helped me fall asleep.

I miss him.

—

Third Person POV

Enji sat on the couch, making a phone call.

He groaned, having to call multiple times before the person on the other end had answered.

"What took you so fucking long? I- It was a fucking rhetorical question don't answer it dumbass."

Enji gripped his phone, pressing it against his ear, his other hand gripped onto the arm of the couch.  He listened as the other spoke.

"Cut the crap and listen up.  Change of plans.  I'll explain it later but looks like we're getting this done sooner than I thought."  Enji spoke sternly.

The father smirked to himself, standing up as he felt too hyper to be sitting down.

He didn't want to explain anything now, since Shouto was still awake and just upstairs.

"I'll tell you everything you need to know tomorrow.  Be there, Izuku."