Fuschia Skies

Cirrus, Cirrocumulus, Altostratus, Nimbostratus. No matter how many names one can sing in a game of Trivia, there is not a single one she cannot praise the sky with. They flutter into the air, never the same shape, never the same shade of gray. Each of them contort, change. Soon, she and Katsuki Bakugou must learn just how much in their lives will change. Especially after an unavoidable prophecy and a life changing murder.

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"Hey! Come on, let him go." One voice, slightly lighter than the rest, rang over the tangled choir. Pink was the first thing he saw. Then brown, then green, and eventually all of those connected lines and colors circled his taste buds. Eventually, he found the face of a girl. Her eyelashes were shaped like lightning. Erratic. "Let the man breathe, for Christ's sake."

The authoritative confidence within her voice had everyone stalling. If not for the blazer uniform holding her posture together, Katsuki would've assumed she was a teacher. The sun hit his eyes again, forcing them away from whatever idiot assumed he needed saving. Then, his eyes poured back into shadow. It was such a sharp change that he pried his eyes open again. The girl - savior complex and all - held one of her books above his head. Like a canopy. Or a shelter.

Briefly, his eyes moved upwards. The cover of the book was a familiar one. It struck the strings of his throat, killing whatever insult he prepared to spill out. The Brightness of You. A cheesy choice in literature, Katsuki knew. It wasn't his taste -cliches like...

"Are you alright?" Her voice drew his eyes away from the blue, romantic, and green cover and back to her. The freckles on her face burned red with the sun. Her gaze was green and cold like the ocean. Yet, what caught his eye was the pink strands tangled in a sea of brown.