Rushing Water

5

Yearning
(noun)

1. A feeling of intense longing for something.

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Tired.
Dark circles under his eyes and tousled hair.

His tie was missing this morning, his shirt collar was messed up, and his hair had been tossed into a ponytail instead of its spikes.
The locker room was quiet, even Sero and Kaminari picked up in his odd behavior.

"Shitty Hair." Katsuki grumbled, doing a last scan to make sure everyone was gone.

"Huh?" Eijirou turned, blinking rapidly to fight the wave of nausea that hit him and made his stomach churn.

"The fuck's up with you today? You've been all–" The blond took a moment and adjusted the zipper on his uniform and straightened the collar afterward "–gloomy today and it's not right."

"No I haven't." He shrugged, placing a hand on each of Bakugou's wrists.

"Yes you have. Don't fucking play with me."

"'M not!" Kirishima exclaimed, slipping his hands in front of the older teen's and lacing their fingers together.
"I'm perfectly fine, I just woke up late. Stayed up studying."

"Why didn't you ask me for help?"

"It was nine by the time I realized we had a test and I didn't wanna bother you."

"Next time bother me."

"Okay." He nodded, untangling their fingers and turning toward the door.
"Do you wanna go on a walk today?"

"Sure I guess. We've gotta go train now though and I don't feel like getting an earful from the hag if we leave."

"I know, we'll go to the dorms and change and then we can walk for a bit."

Bakugou nodded and followed the redhead out.

An array of fiery reds and pumpkin oranges, dandelion yellows and oak brown hues.
Leaves swayed and whirled in the wind, falling slowly to the ground where they lay still with the other fallen soldiers.

"It's so pretty..." The redhead breathed as he skipped ahead of Bakugou to spin in a wide circle.

Katsuki nodded, catching up to Eijirou and locking their hands together.
Kirishima giggled and spun the blond around quickly only to yank him back toward his torso.

Stumbling over his own feet, he pulled the redhead around with him until they were pressed firmly against one another.
Warm breath and eyes half-lidded.

Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.

Strands of hair fell from the ponytail and brushed against Katsuki's cheek, alerting him of their close proximity.

Hands resting on one another's hips, bodies slotted together, cheeks flush.
From both cold and the fact that they were basically about to make out.

Key words, about to.

The whisper of lips against his and then cool autumn air.
Eijirou blinked slowly, coming back to his senses enough to look around in search of the blond.

Who was nowhere to be found.

Gone.
Just like that.

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