Bakugou

Since I woke up without his presence by my side, I must have sensed that something wasn't right, starting with the fact that I slept more than I usually do. It was too late to go for a run, so I only got dressed for breakfast. When I descended, there was no sign of him. Where was him?

I barely took a bite so I headed over to the cupboard for something to eat later. That's when I finally saw him. He was distracted looking around.

– Where were you? – he had a lost look

– I wasn't sleepy and I got up earlier ... – he replied without even looking at me. I wanted to continue, but, aside from the interruption of the four eyes, he didn't seem to have any intention of answering, not with the truth at least.

That day he didn't even show up for class. Only once was I on break, did I get your message and felt like I was losing my sense of balance. I retired to the far end of the library to read carefully. "Excuse me for not giving a more detailed explanation this morning. I'll be with my siblings for a few days. I have been dealing with feelings of guilt for quite some time, and I don't want you to be affected by them. Being with you is one of the best things that have happened to me in a long time, and that terrifies me, because I'm afraid that everything will be ruined…" "… and because I don't want to harm you, I've decided to deal with my problems before continuing. I just need time to sort my feelings. I no longer want to feel vulnerable; therefore, even if it's sudden, I must get away for a while. "

I dropped down at the foot of the bookcase, without strength. Why didn't you ask me for help? If I did it before, why wouldn't I do it before? It was hard for me to breathe, I hated feeling this helpless. Don't you realize that I'm not the only one who's worried about you? The fucking nerd, the ponytail, and even the quartet of idiots. What's happening to you?

I did not dare to answer him; I wouldn't know what to write to him. Maybe we both needed time. Or so I thought, because shortly after I received messages from a number that I had not registered. I was in my bed staring at the ceiling. It was almost ten at night and he couldn't sleep; in such a short time I had gotten used to falling asleep when I was with him. As an involuntary and repetitive reflection of the last two days, I checked my cell phone more frequently. I only saw messages from the quartet of idiots, until a string of unknown digits caught my attention:

"Are you Bakugou Katsuki? I am Shoto's sister, Fuyumi. Do you remember me?" This was the last message I thought I would ever receive. The shock caused me to sit bolt upright on the bed. "What do you want?" "My brother always looks at your number and since the last time you used his cell phone while he had an episode, I thought that, as a precious friend to him, you would want to know how he is" And he was not lying. I tried to stay out of the way and give him the space I wanted, but I didn't dare; I was afraid of being a nuisance. "You are too redundant. What do you want to tell me?" "Shoto is fine ..." I must admit that reading that made me feel better. "While Natsuo is at the video game console with a family friend, he's watching them compete while eating soba." Damn, never imagining him eating that cold thing had made me so happy. "Thanks, I guess." "Thanks to you for being so close to him, he looks happier and I want to assume that you are the cause." My heart beating hard. "As soon as I asked him about you, his face seemed to light up. They must get along very well. " The warmth that I usually feel with him, materialized in my chest. I wanted to see him. "When will that idiot be back?" "I figured you missed him. He said he would be here until Sunday." "Good. Not one more day." "So, shall. Rest, Bakugou, and thank you very much for being your friend. "

I put the cell phone aside. Damn, my pulse was pounding. Why did I feel so stupid… so happy?

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I was out for a run on Saturday afternoon when the sound of an incoming message interrupted the music. "Hello, Bakugou. I'm Shoto's older brother, Natsuo." My cellphone had become public domain in his family. With the speed with which it was spreading, I wouldn't be surprised if the next messages were from his mother or Endeavor himself. "Who else has my number in your family?" "I'm not sure. Do you want me to give it to someone else? " This was an idiot, even Fuyumi seemed to have more brain. "Why are you writing to me?" "Shoto must go back to the dorm tomorrow, but as you know, he usually visits our mother on Sundays and he's not sure whether to go. Could you accompany him? " He was always happy when he went to visit her. I wonder if his sudden absence has something to do with him now hesitating to do it on his own. "I'm not sure. I have a place to go tomorrow…" And it was true, although it sounded like an excuse to avoid it. "Well, you can take it with you then. See you tomorrow at 10 am. " And then he sent me an address. Didn't him read what I wrote? Just when I typed the answer, my cell phone ran out of battery. Damn.

Sunday morning, I woke up anxious. The clock was barely striking 6 and I couldn't sleep. Where I had to go was in the morning, but it could be later. I took my time changing and making breakfast, which I ended up sharing with two of the idiots who chase me like a shadow, the walking drummer and Pinky, who used to not be such early risers on the weekends.

– You're wearing the jacket that Bakugou gave you. It suits you perfectly – taking a bite of rice – Where are you going so neat? You have a date?

– What do you care, Pinky ?! – his face wrinkled, and he didn't bother me again

– Thanks for breakfast, Bakubro. – Finishing down the last bite of miso – And good luck on your date! – the idiot was already too far away to be hit by one of my explosions

– Kaminari, don't leave me alone with this mess! – The pink–haired girl woman complained.

The clock read barely 8 when I was ready to go. I was too uncomfortable, but staying in the bedroom only added to my anxiety. Taking my backpack to leave, I was intercepted by Shitty–Hair.

– Bakubro!

– What do you want?

– I thought we could go out, like we did before. An date between two friends.

– As you see, I already have something to do. Get lost. – I turned around, but I felt that he took my arm

– It's just that I feel that you are getting further away from us. I miss you ... – His gaze was fixed on the ground. – If it can't be today, it could be another day. How about next weekend?

– I'll think about it – letting go of his grip. – Now leave me alone – turning around

– You're going to see Todoroki, right? – He had been insistent on the subject. What was his damn problem?

– Do you have a problem with that?

– It's just that you hardly share time with us ... with me. – His voice sounded far away. Why did it affect him so much? It wasn't like he was ignoring them, like he was ignoring it. – Are you tired of us?

– From the beginning I've been fed up with everyone, especially the four of you, and look at us here talking. – It bothered me not to see him with his usual stupidity – I even prepared breakfast for them to the pink one and the walking volt, what more do they want?

– Wait, did you make breakfast for Mina and Kaminari?! I should have gotten up earlier ...

– I'M NOT YOUR DAMN COOK!

– But what you prepare tastes so good ... – forming a stupid smile – But that's not the point, would you go out with me next weekend? – Acceding would be the only way to leave without feeling guilty for keeping him in that dejected state of mind.

– Saturday ... Now leave me alone! – finally leaving the place.

Following the Taking the train, I would be in the right place before 9. Thinking about it only made me stress; my stomach hurt.

I stopped in front of a large property. Had it not been for a prominent gate inscribed "Todoroki" I would think it was a temple. Sometimes I forgot how wealthy the bicolor could get. Stood in front of the residence, feeling like an idiot not knowing exactly why I didn't dare to give hints of my presence. I thought about leaving until it was closer to the scheduled time, but the door suddenly opened to reveal a younger version of his father, save for the whitish color of his hair.

– You arrived early! You must be looking forward to seeing him – holding my arm, dragging me inside the property – Although it doesn't matter, I know Shoto will be happy to see you.

– Let go! – taking my arm back. What strange fixation do people have for my arms?

– Don't make noise, he's still asleep. – in a whisper. Suddenly the thought that I was so close to him made me feel nervous. It had only been five days since we last saw each other, why was I feeling so anxious? – You can go up to see it if you wish; It's the second door on the right after climbing the stairs. He stopped for a moment, as if drawing some mental map. – It seems I haven't forgotten anything. – heading to the door. – I have to go.

– Wait! What am I supposed to do?

– You can go wake him up or wait for him to do it on his own. – WHAT?! You expect me to stay in this place doing nothing?! – You tell him to lock the door when he leaves. See you later! – He didn't wait for my answer to disappear. Were this energetic guy and that listless bi–color really family?

The place was a very bright place, with an old traditional architecture. It was as if it were the residence of some emperor, although, with the ego that the temporary hero number one must display, it is no wonder. I was overwhelmed by this foreign place, so the only way out of there was if I woke up to "I fall asleep easily anywhere."

I could tell that before taking the railing of the stairs that my hand was shaking. What was happening to me? I was just going to wake up the idiot who didn't give me the slightest explanation as to why he pulled away from me without any explanation. My anger was directly proportional as I approached hisroom. As the white–haired guy had told me before he left, he was only a door away from the bicolor.

I was standing in front of his room, but the unstable and unrecognizable state he was in made me regret it. When I decided to leave, I collided with a vase that I had not noticed when leaving, and the reflex to stop its fall, caused a loud echo that boomed as if it were an amplifier.

– Natsuo, why are you making so much noise? – Listening to him tightened every muscle in my body and my breathing betrayed me. The sound of the panel sliding, made my escape and opening the door impossible. He was still rubbing his eyes, and his hair was wild.

– Natsuo, why are you doing so much…? – He stopped at the foot of the door frame, opening his eyes when he saw me

– I'm sorry I'm not the one ... – he lunged at me – ... you expected. – I couldn't move. He did not know how to react. I missed feeling his arms around me. Too. I secured it to myself, holding his head at my shoulder, despite how upset he was. – I'm very upset with you – I said in a barely audible tone.

– I know ... – he replied without even moving. – I'll explain everything to you in due course. – His arms clung to me tighter. It must have been some force majeure that forced him to make the abrupt decision to take a few days to process it, but he could have told me. I would have understood.

– Whatever. Do you feel better?

– Yes ... – His breathing was slow. – Bakugou, I missed you too much. – Hearing him name me, and say he missed me, did me better than I would dare to admit. I brought my hands to his head, to kiss his forehead.

– It's understandable. – And his different colored eyes met mine again. I'm sure we could have stayed that way for hours without a hitch, but there were some places we had to go. – Go change, we have things to do – kissing his forehead again to free him. He grunted, but went back into his room.

Apparently, I was so uncomfortable about nothing. Feeling him close to me again was as if no time had passed.

Right at the foot of the stairs, the bounce of the headlight made my head spin in the direction of an adjoining room. It would have gone unnoticed if not for the altar that was there. Strangely moved by curiosity, I leaned inward to see the photograph of a child, with red hair and a familiar expression, much like the one everyone else seemed to share. The inscription at the caption of the photo cited "Todoroki Touya" and suddenly, I was overcome with a deep feeling of sadness.

I don't remember him mentioning to me that his brother had passed away. Maybe they weren't that close. There was still so much I didn't know about him.

I continued until I reached one of the entrances that led to a large garden, with the same classic style as the rest of the residence. I don't know how long I was contemplating the great fountain, for when its embrace captured all my senses. He rested his head on my shoulder and I brought my hand to caress his cheek. I missed feeling his touch envelop me and his breath hitting my neck. I turned slightly to meet his eyes, which directed their gaze to my lips, just as mine to his.

I completed the turn to take his face in my hands. I hesitated, and it was the brush of his lips that motivated me to continue. I felt the clothes wrinkle where his hands were gripping me. As was customary, our lips were interspersed naturally, with slow and deliberate movements. His mouth tasted like mint, and I was hungry to inhale his breath. My fingers caressed the spaces they covered, and our heavy breathing was not inconvenient to linger long enough to make up for the days when we weren't together. Then I remembered how impatient I felt, thinking that kissing him was like making up for what he did, so I pulled away from him. The very incautious one looked at me strangely, and I brought my hands to his cheeks.

– Don't ever walk away from me without telling me anything! – squeezing your cheeks

– I won't do it! – taking my hands to break free

– I hope so – while rubbing his cheeks

– I'm really sorry Bakugou.

– Don't repeat it, and we'll be fine – stroking his hair. – Let's get out before it's late.

We took a bus and the bicolor kept asking me where we were going, without getting an answer. We walked to a park after passing through the commercial area. He was gawking at the landscape closely and even seemed to be more animated. He took my hand and I automatically looked around. It was strange to be like that in a public place, fortunately, there were not so many people around. I guess I let it go because I was happy to be with him.

Once we reached our first stop, I rang the bell, freeing my hand from his grip. I didn't like doing it, but I wouldn't allow uncomfortable comments, least of all from him.

– I'm going! – was heard from the other side

– Where we are?

– You'll see – I began to despair – OPEN THE DOOR, OLD WITCH!

– WHO DO YOU SAY OLD WITCH, PIECE OF ...?! – She stopped when she saw that I had company – That's no way to talk to your mother, ungrateful. – Frowning at me – Please come in. – How quickly she changed her attitude. – I thought you'd be earlier.

– The important thing is that I'm here. – inviting the bicolor to enter, who was quite confused.

– You're the male version of her – he commented, looking at the woman.

– I'll pretend I didn't hear that. – Pulling him by his vest; he was reluctant to walk. Now I would have to hurry and not let my mother rush into uncomfortable conclusions or conversations.


Yes, the anguish wasn't going to last that long.

Fact # 33

I really like "Slow Burn" because it allows everything to be more natural.

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