apologies & regrets | bnha (bkdk)

~ 6 ~

A/N: a new chapter? ^0^
yess, a new chapter!! :D
this one's a bit longer than the last few!! enjoy~~ <3 ^-^

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Katsuki awoke the following morning as the sunshine hit his face. He scowled at the sun as he pulled his blankets above his head.

He never set an alarm the night before, so he accidentally ended up skipping class again. He didn't regret not showing up, especially because that meant he wouldn't have to face Aizawa, and explain what's going on. Because even if Aizawa'd been oblivious to everything before, he was sure that after he skipped class the first time, his classmates'd probably told him something was up.

He really didn't even want to get out of bed that day. But he still felt like he had to. Afterall, if he didn't visit Izuku, who would?

He sighed loudly, before sitting up, and checking the time. He was almost surprised when he saw how late it was already. Past 10 o'clock. He'd gone to bed very early the previous evening, so he had almost expected to wake up earlier too.

He finally got up, and left his bed. He changed clothes quickly, and hurried off campus afterwards.

He was on his way to the cemetery, because where else would he be going? He definitely didn't feel like there was another place where he was supposed to be.

He hadn't even thought about what he was going to talk to Izuku about. Maybe about that new student? Or maybe not. maybe he'd tell Izuku how he skipped class, and how he much he dreads to see his teacher again because of that. Or maybe he wasn't going to say anything at all. Maybe he'd just enjoy the brief period of silence. Maybe he just had to think. Or maybe he wanted to pretend to be able to enjoy Izuku's company once more.

He sighed again. He had no idea what to do. He didn't even know what he wanted to do.

As he arrived at an intersection, a little idea came to him. He took a right turn, when he'd usually take a left, and walked in the direction of the nearest flower shop. He didn't know why he got that idea when he did, but he didn't really care. So, a few minutes later, he walked towards the graveyard again, with an arrangement of black, and white roses in hand.

He arrived at his old friend's grave soon after. He wordlessly put down the flowers on top of it.

He stared at the grave stone, unmoving, for a while. He didn't know why, or what caused it, but something felt off. Hell, he didn't even know what felt different. He wasn't sure how to describe this, but to him, it all felt too silent.

Sure, it was usually silent when he was there, but this silence— It was deafening. Different from the one he was used to.

He could barely stand it. It all felt so ominous to him. He couldn't describe it, it felt— suspicous. Almost dangerous.

He obviously knew that there was no danger anywhere near. Why would there be, anyway? No one knew he was here.

Actually, no, it didn't feel dangerous. It just felt weird, he really couldn't place it. It felt— more dead..? He truly had no clue how to put it into words.

Usually, he felt like he had to talk to Izuku. Usually, it felt important to talk to Izuku. But he didn't feel any such thing in that moment. And that was the weird thing. There was no feeling that made him want to act like his friend would be listening, it just felt like— Like he was dead, gone.

He felt taken aback all of a sudden. Something still felt wrong.

Maybe it wasn't that it felt like he was gone, but that someone was here..? Someone else. Katsuki wasn't sure, but either way he didn't like that feeling.