apologies & regrets | bnha (bkdk)

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A/N: sorry i didn't update for a while!! i'm back now and i'll try to actually stick to my upload schedule this time!!

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It'd been roughly an hour since Eijirou had left again. Katsuki was still unable to get his mind off the situation at the cemetery. It was just to weird, and the need to go there again just wouldn't leave him alone. So, he did. He made his way to the graveyard again, because why not, right?

This time when he arrived it felt— normal. Like nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened there. The only thing that still threw Katsuki off, was the fact that the flowers had disappeared. Sure, it could just have been a thief— Altough, who the hell would just steal flowers from a grave? The fact that Katsuki saw a note lying where the flower arrangement used to be threw him off, again.

He took the note, and for some reason, it didn't even phase him that he immediately recognized the handwriting. He recognized it, yeah, but he couldn't really tell who it belonged to.

The note read like some kind of mockery, thanking for the flowers, and the unexpected visit in all the wrong ways. It irritated Katsuki to an abnormal extent.

That damn note— it felt wrong, like it shouldn't exist. Like he shouldn't be the one to read it, but here he was. He felt like he shouldn't have read it, like it wasn't destined for his eyes, regardless of the fact that it was obviously adressed to him, since his name was written on it in bold letters.

He kept staring at the small piece of paper he held in his hands for a few more minutes, before stuffing it in his pocket. He'd figure out who wrote it soon enough.

And with note gone, or out of sight at least, everything felt normal again.

He almost felt like he should talk to Izuku again, but decided against it.

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That day'd been a weird day so far, and he was genuinely hoping it wouldn't get any weirder. And for once, it really didn't. Nothing else that was out of the ordinary whatsoever had happened that Friday evening.

Katsuki had spent the rest of the evening distracting himself from everything, or at least that's what he was trying to do. He was still unable to get his mind away from that note. He'd put it in one of his desk drawers, so he wouldn't have to look at it all the time, so he'd actually be able to think about some other things, but all that resulted in, was him staring at his desk the entire time. Theoretically, he was watching a movie, but in reality, he hadn't even noticed that he never pressed play, thats's how distracted he was.

Eijirou had dropped by again earlier, to ask him if he was alright, again. Katsuki'd made up some kind of answer, and hoped it was enough to convince his friend. Apparently it was, because he'd left, and didn't seem as worried anymore. Katsuki couldn't even remember what he'd said, so he just hoped it wouldn't be brought up again.

He really didn't want to be thinking about this right now. Ugh, everything was so frustrating.. Katsuki really didn't know how he was dealing with it all..

He glanced at his desk again. He just couldn't get his head off that note. He just had to know who could've possibly left it there. He really had to, he knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep if he didn't at least try to find out one more time.

He walked over to it, and sat down on the chair in front of his desk. Slowly, he opened the desk drawer, and took the note out again. He unfolded it, and silently stared at the writing for a moment.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on his door. Usually, he'd already have been asleep at this hour, so it greatly confused him that anyone would still come to visit him this late. The door opened slowly to reveal Eijirou, once again.