"You better not fuck this up, Ground Zero," his voice rasped out as everything faded into darkness around him. Katsuki clenched his teeth as his lips pulled into a snarl at hearing the moniker that hadn't been uttered in years.
"Shut the fuck up asshole! I know what has to be done!" He yelled. Though, there was no one to hear his exclamation. No, his voice just echoed as it bounced around in the void that consumed everything around him. Turning his head as he blinked, attempting to see anything around him. There was nothing. Just the unforgiving sea of black. A chill ran down his spine. What the fuck was he suppose to do now?
He took a small step forward, but being with out any type of sensory stimulation was disorienting. It felt too much like that day. He didn't know what way was up or down. He didn't know if this vast blackness went on forever or if it was only a few feet. He lifted his hand out in front of him but couldn't feel anything. The only sense he had was of his feet against the ground. So that was a fucking plus. He turned his body to look around only to be met by more of the abyss.
Well, he was fucking staring into the abyss and it was staring right back at him.
It... didn't... fucking... work... The process got fucked up. Now he was stuck in this shit. His heart began to pump at a maddening pace in his chest. The rush of blood in his ears and the harsh breaths filling his lungs was the only noise to be heard. He tried to calm himself but it didn't work. Instead he could feel his thoughts spiraling out of control. He was going to fucking die. There were many points in the recent past that he thought he had fucking wanted this. The release of death. At that moment he knew that he had been wrong all those instances. Sure, everything was shit now. Sure, everything was falling apart, but he didn't want to go. He wasn't fucking ready. If he died at that moment, what was the god damned point of all this shit? All those years searching, all those thousands of miles walked, all those fucking decaying bodies he walked over... It didn't mean jack shit. He was fucked. Just like the rest of the planet.
His breathing became harsher causing his lungs to burn as he attempted to gulp down more air then was physically possible. He thought that he was feeling dizzy. Though, it was so fucking hard to tell. He turned quickly again. He could feel his eyes moving, but there wasn't anything to fucking be seen.
"Fucking stop! Just get a hold of yourself!" He growled to himself, his voice once again dancing around him in a series of echos. He closed his eyes and forced himself to take a deep breath through his nose and let it out through his mouth. He had to fucking think. It wasn't time to panic. He took several more deep breaths as he let his thoughts slow and for his heart to calm the fuck down. Once the chatter of panic in his head faded he opened his eyes again. Once more he was met with the surrounding inky sea.
Now, what had the kid said? He questioned in his mind as he tried to remember all of the talks they had. He said that it was going to be dark. Well, it seemed the little shit didn't fully tell him the extent of the darkness, the little dick bag. He shook his head. That didn't matter. No. What else had he said? Katsuki raked his brain, he should know this. He knew he was drilled over and over about it. It was like it was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't find the words. He felt his mouth pull into a frown. Was it suppose to be this fucking hard? Shit head had acted like this was no big deal. The little twat was probably laughing at him. He let out a low growl, that again echoed back at him from the darkness.
Just as he was about to close his eyes again, he saw a soft blue light in the peripheral of his right eye. He immediately whipped his head in it's direction to see something fluttering around. He didn't know what it was, but he knew that he had to get to it. Turning his body he began to run to the wisp as it moved in a random pattern. He fell. He didn't know if he had tripped over anything or not. It didn't matter. He need to get to the light. He pulled himself up, his eyes trained. Once he was upright he began to jog towards it. After a few steps he realized that his feet didn't make noise as they met the ground. The void around him was completely noiseless.
He didn't know how long he ran after the soft blue light. It was as if he no longer had the ability to recognize time and it's passing. It could have been mere seconds, or it could have been hours that he followed the wisp. He didn't know. The wisp kept flickering away from him like some sort of pixie flying around. Eventually, he did gain ground on it. He came close enough to see that there was a form within the shimmering orb. It was a butterfly that was flying around. The light was emanating from the light blue coloring of it's wings as it fluttered them against the air. For the briefest moment he stopped and just stared at the insect. He felt like the most amazing sight he had ever seen. Though, in a way is was horribly beautiful and he couldn't figure out why he was having such a thought. Slowly his feet once again began to move forward. As he came closer he could see that wings weren't a solid blue, but it seemed many different colors that kept changing.
"You have to go after and catch the butterfly," the kids voice rang in his ears. Yes. That was right. The butterfly was the fucking key to this shit. He pushed his legs to move faster as he tried to catch up with the insect. It was difficult. For a fucking butterfly, that fucker was fast. He began to feel fatigue as he pushed forward. His body wanted nothing more then to lay down. He couldn't. Something in the back of his mind let him know that if he were to stop, it would be the end for him. Gritting his teeth he forced his legs to keep pumping under him. Eventually, the insect's wings began to slow their rythmless beating as it began a slow decent. He was finally able to catch up. He was only a few steps away was when he was able to clearly see it's wings. It wasn't changing colors. No, it was like as if it had a movie playing on fragile appendage. He blinked as it slowly beat it's wings then landed on the ground and let it's wings spread. It was big. Bigger then insect he had ever seen. It was about the size of a raven. He looked at the wings and the images the kept flickering. He knew those faces. Those were faces that he hadn't seen for nearly a decade. Ones that physically hurt to see. He fell to his knees directly behind it, not taking his eyes off the slideshow of images.
There was a nagging feeling like he needed to catch it. He ignored that, though, because he was so entranced at the images. Images that he felt like he had forgotten. Faces he worried that he didn't remember. Places that hadn't looked green and alive in so long. He didn't want to move. He didn't want to disturb it, he didn't want to stop seeing it. That was until one face appeared. Immediately he felt the wetness rolling down his cheek. When he saw them, he reached for the butterfly
The moment he had it cradled in his palms when suddenly a maelstrom descended upon him. The black void was began to tear away as colors began to whip around him. He stood quickly as he turned to see the whirls of light shining through. Then, suddenly it wasn't just the space around him that was being ravaged. No, suddenly it felt as if his body was being torn apart. He screamed at the sudden pain and shut his eyes tightly. He didn't know, but he felt as if his feet had been lifted from the ground. He felt like he was floating. He opened his eyes and looked down at his hands and arms. The butterfly was no longer there, but his skin was peeling away. Layer after layer, scars that had been there for decades erasing from his body as smooth skin appeared under it. His bones began to pop and twist. His back arched and his body became stiff. Old fractures once again breaking and mending. He though he was going to die earlier, he was wrong. This was his fucking time to go because he didn't know if he could handle this. Years of pains hit him in an instance, it was enough to drive anyone to the breaking point.
Then, suddenly it stopped. He panted as his body released it self. His throat was horse from the screams that he had let out. He looked around to see the colors still raging around him. Though, it seemed that they were slowing at a rapid pace. This was some fucked up shit, he thought as he turned and looked around. As the whirling slowed was when he noticed that it wasn't just colors, there were shaped that he could make out passing him. Shapes that he recognized. This was a place. He knew this place. There was also the soft murmur of noise too.
Before he could figure out where it was, his body was suddenly slammed into. He could feel himself sailing through the air. Until he hit something, and he hit it fucking hard. The moment his body collided with, what ever the hell it was, all the air was pushed from his lungs and colors flashed in front of his eyes. The pain that had receded came back with a fucking vengeance. His hands flew to his head and grabbed onto his hair as it felt as if his skull was being ripped apart. Or, maybe it wasn't being ripped apart, but it felt as if there was too much in it. Like it was about to explode from the internal pressure. This time he didn't scream.
"Mother fucker, Dirty taint licking son of a satanic bitch!" He cried as he began to curl up into a ball on his side with his eyes shut tight. Fuck this shit. Some one fucking shoot him now. Or at least behead him. It didn't fucking matter, he just needed this shit to stop.
"Holy shit, Bakugou! Are you okay?"
His whole body stilled as he heard that voice. He couldn't even make himself breath, or open his eyes. Was this really happening? He felt a hand on his shoulder and his body violently shuttered at the touch, causing him to gasp for a breath.
"Sero, get Aizawa or Recovery girl!" The voice yelled over him. "Hurry!" The word was laced with so much panic. He tried to speak but all he could do was lay there was his body continued to tremble. "Shit, he has blood coming from his ears." The voice hissed as the hand was removed from his shoulder.
"Don't move him!" Screeched a female voice. It was familiar, but it was difficult to place with the tone she was using.
"Oh, fuck Bakugou, I am so sorry. I thought you were ready. Shit, I am so sorry." With great effort he forced himself to one of his eyes open. Everything was blurry and so fucking bright, and he had to quickly shut it for a moment. He squeezed them shut tight as he clenched his jaw. He again began to open his eye, ignoring the sting and forced them to focus. If he had the energy he knew he would be blinking, he didn't. All he could do was look up at the boy who was looking down at him. His chest tightened at the sight of Eijiro, who's face was contorted in agony as he looked at him. The trembles began to intensify.
"Ei?" He croaked out through a jaw that didn't want to work. How was this fucking possible? How was he in front of him? He was dead. Had been for a long time... Wait.. He was different though, from what Katsuki remembered. Everything about him was different. He knew the voice, but it wasn't as deep, and his face was rounder and his body smaller. The boys eyes widened as his gaze met his. His brows shot up before he whipped his head to the side.
"Oh, God! There is something seriously wrong!" Eijirou bellowed as he looked away. "Where the hell are they? Look at him? Is this a seizure, because I don't know.. I don't know what to do. Oh, god Bakugou don't you die!" He looked back down at him. All Katsuki could do was look up at him with a half shut eye. There was so much happening to him at the moment. Pain still raked his body, but his mind was flooded with conflicting emotions. He was happy, actually happy wasn't even a strong enough word for it. Perhaps it was fucking jubilation? That would work. Then again, he wasn't jubilant at the same time. There was pain and pressure in his chest at seeing Eijirou. It was like being ripped in two. He couldn't tell if this was real. Maybe his brain had imploded and had decided it would be a good time to send him torturous images of the past. The past. The thought was sobering. That was where he was. He had gone back. But... when and where the fuck was he?
"Kirishima, move aside," A dull deep voice said above them as a pale hand wrapped it's long fingers on Eirijo's shoulder and pulled him back. Suddenly spiky red hair was replaced by a veil of long black. Katsuki blinked as he looked up into the gaunt face of Aizawa leaning over him. His body tensed against his will causing his shaking to worsen. No, this couldn't be right. He hadn't seen this man since before the world crumbled, well at least not in person. The last face to face hadn't gone well for either of them. "Bakugou, can you hear me?" The man droned out. He couldn't do anything but let out a half moan/grunt. His mouth and tongue didn't feel the need to cooperate to form the words that he was trying to make. "Don't try to move or talk," Aizawa said as he laid his hand gently on the side of his head. Yeah, that was fucking easier said then done as his body was still rolling with wave after wave of shudders. He watched as the man withdrew his hand and inspected the red that painted the tips of his fingers. That should be alarming. Katsuki couldn't find it in him to give a fuck at that moment. What was a little blood when all of this other shit was happening?
"Is he having a seizure? What's going on? He isn't going to die is he? Oh god, I didn't mean to!" He could hear Eirijou panicking. Aizawa frowned as he looked down at him. Then slowly shook his head.
"Kirishima, calm down. Panicking isn't going to do any good at the moment. As for the seizures, I don't think so, but Recovery Girl will be here..."
"We are here!" Holy fucking shit balls. No. Was he really back to before all that shit happened? There was a stomping through the room as Aizawa moved out of his line of sight. Suddenly the old age weathered face of Recovery Girl was hovering above him. She frowned as she looked down and cocked her head to the side.
"Seems you got yourself into one heck of a pickle, Bakugou-chan," she murmured as one frail hand reached out and touched his face. Her hand was cooler then Eirijou or Aizawa's had been. Softly she stroked his cheek. Wait... When was the last time he had saw this old crone? He tried to flip through his memories, but his mind was still fuzzy. "Now, I am going to give you a kiss. Hopefully it will mend any serious damage you may have, and make it easier for us to move you to the infirmary. I believe you know the drill by now," she let out a breathy laugh as she leaned down over him. The smell of moth balls and butterscotch surrounded him as she sank lower to him, then placed her cool lips on his fore head. Katsuki was knocked out before he even saw her pull back.
Katsuki woke up feeling like a pile of hot shit. His body still ached, his mouth was as dry as the wastelands and it had the taste of shit. Well, he knew he was alive, so that was a bonus. But where was he? The air smelled sterile and stale all at once, and there seemed to be a hint of body odor. It wasn't smells that he could place. Letting out a groan he moved his head to the side and forced is heavy eyelids open.
"Bakubro!" A yell came from the opposite direction that he had moved his head. With another groan he lolled his head in the other direction. He slowly blinked his eyes. Red. So much fucking red. Red hair, red eyes, even the skin around his eyes were red. There Eirijou's was leaning over the side of the cot we was laying on. His eyes wide as he looked at him. As if moving on it's own accord his hand reached out and grasped onto the Eirijou's wrist. Fuck. He was so fucking young.
"Ei?" The name came out as a croaked question, because Katsuki still didn't know if this shit was all real. He knew this was the plan. He thought he felt prepared, but he was coming to find out that nothing could have prepared him for this shit. His hand left the boys wrist and slapped itself against Eirijou's face. The action made Eirijou's eyes widen even further as Katsuki clumsily patted his cheek. He attempted to swallow as his hand kept patting Eirijou's skin, it didn't work though as he had no fucking spit in his mouth. Instead, he laid with a lump that was caught in his throat as he groped at his friend. His friend. Kirishima Eirijou was alive. He was fucking real alive and warm under his finger tips.
"Oh, my god. I broke Bakugou!" Eirijou said as he sat back in his chair, his spine ram rod straight making his hand fall. Katsuki let his eyes shut as he let out a rough snort.
"It'll take more then that to fucking break me." That was true. Katsuki had been dancing with death for longer then he cared to admit, a teenage Kirishima wasn't going to be his fucking downfall. At that thought his eyes opened again. Fuck, that was right! Eirijou looked like a fucking teenager. A fucking kid. Groggily he looked down to his hands and inspected the smooth skin. There were no longer any signs of the years of hardship written on them. If Eirijou was a teenager... Shit...That must make him one.
"Ah, fuck," he growled as he leaned his head into the pillow. They said five to seven years. That was as far back as they could take him. He had a plan for that time frame. He knew what to do. They hadn't even talked about if he went further. Now he was in fucking high school!? And he didn't even know what fucking year he was in!
"No, I broke you. I mean you haven't called me Shitty Hair once since I accidentally slammed into you," Eirijou said with as much panic as he was when whatever happened happened. Katsuki lifted a brow and turned his head. He only called him Shitty Hair? He blinked as he tried to sort through his memories. He started to call him Ei in the middle of second year. So that means he was either fucking year one or early year two. So, seventeen to sixteen years in the past. Well... this royally fucked things up.
Before he could respond the door to the infirmary opened. Katsuki turned his head and looked as a tuff of green appeared from behind the door. A random thought struck him as he watched the kid warily walk in: color coordination. He had never really thought about how much everyone matched before, but now his brain was screaming about it... Fucked up time shit, he bet. Green hair, green eyes inched closer. Once again it felt as if his heart had stopped. His breath caught in his throat. This was worse then seeing Aizawa. Izuku slunk from behind the door wearing a watery smile as he lifted his hand and gave an awkward wave.
"Izuku," Katsuki said as he pushed out the stale air from his lungs. He could hear a cough next to him, but all he could do was look at the other boy. The one who blamed him for everything that had happened. Izuku jumped at the sound of his own name and, if it was possible. those fucking puppy dog eyes get several sizes bigger.
"Are you doing okay, Kaachan?" He asked as he swallowed. If this situation wasn't so fucking messed up, it would have made Katsuki laugh. Because the boy in front of him had no resemblance of the man he had become. In fact, the last time he had seen Izuku, he was the one swallowing and nearly cowering. Katsuki could feel his eyes tightened as he looked over the tiny chibi version of the Mighty Deku. This was so messed up.
"Fan-fucking-tastic," he sighed as he closed his eyes and let his tongue roll around in his dry mouth.
"Kirishima?" Izuku asked as he padded further into the room. Katsuki didn't bother opening his eyes. He was over whelmed and he needed a moment to ground himself again.
"Man, I think I broke him. I mean he was calling me Ei, and now he is calling you Izuku... Not even Deku or shitty nerd," Eirijou said as a frantic nervous laugh erupted from him. Katsuki frowned to himself. Fuck, he had forgotten what an epic bag of dicks he was. Not saying that he grew up to be fucking Mr. Rogers or any of that shit, but he was better then the asshole he had been in school. At least a little.
"I am not fucking broke!" he growled as his tongue got stuck to the top of his mouth causing a coughing fit. "Can one of you twat waffles get me a fucking drink?!" He glared over at the two boys who where still looking at him with giant fucking alien eyes. Izuku shook his head frantically before running over to a table and grabbing a pitcher and a glass and poured the water as he walked over. If Katsuki was completely honest with himself, it would have been better if Eirijo had gotten it. Even this tamed puppy version of Izuku had him on edge.
"Here you go," Izuku held out the cup with a wide hesitant smile. Katsuki reached for it. Forcing his hand to remain steady and not tremble.
"Thanks," he muttered then began to take long draws of water. It was clean. Like really fucking clean. He hadn't had water like this in probably five years. And the fucking cup was clean. Seriously, the smallest little things that people took for granted, were things of amazement to him at the moment. He couldn't go back to what he came from. He couldn't let that happen. Izuku let out a nervous chuckle pulling him back and out of his head.
"You sure you are feeling okay? I mean you're. well... You're being kinda nice?" Izuku said as he scratched the back of his neck. There was a long pause. That was because Katsuki didn't know how to answer. Was he suppose to be a dick wab? Did he need to act like he did in high school? He frowned as he watched Izuku fidget next to him. Na, fuck that noise. There wasn't a point to be a shit head. No, he wasn't the kid he was then and he was here to change the future. So what did it fucking matter if he was't an asshole?
"I can be fucking nice," he barked out as he looked at the two boys in the room. Both of them blinked and swallowed. Seriously, he remembered that he had kinda gotten off at this type of response, but at the moment he just didn't get why he had. Where had it gotten him? "Just get over it," He grumbled once he finished the water and held it out for Izuku to take. Now both of them had their mouths open as they flat out stared at him. It was bad enough that he was a fucking kid again, but the fact that he wasn't going to act like he did back them was going to complicate matters for a while. Oh well, those shit heads will get over it eventually.
"Bakugou-chan," Recovery Girl said as she scuttled into the room. "Oh, I wasn't aware that you had visitors. It's normally so loud when you do," the old woman smiled causing the wrinkles around her mouth to deepen. She then looked to Izuku and Eijirou, "Thank you for coming to visit your friend, boys. But, I must ask that you go on back to the dorms. There are some things I must discuss with Bakugou," her eyes squinted as she smiled at them. Both the boys nodded their heads then look at Katsuki.
"Well, we'll see you later, Bakubro," Eirijou said with a small wave. Katsuki lifted his chin at him.
"Hope you feel better, Kaachan," Izuku said nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. Again Katsuki nodded his head.
"Thanks, Izuku," he grumbled. Izuku stilled at the sound of his name. His eyes wide and his mouth open. Then suddenly he shook his head snapping his jaw shut. The moment his lips touched together, his bottom began to tremble as the waterline of his eyes began to fill. Katsuki snorted. He forgot what a cry baby Izuku had once been. It was strange, but comforting at the same time. This time around Katsuki would be sure that he would keep some of that innocence.
"Yeah, no problem," Izuku said as he rubbed his eyes on the back of his hands. Katsuki shook his head and rolled his eyes. It was going to take time to get use to this version of him.
After both the boys had left Katsuki let his attention return to Recovery Girl who was standing on a stool next to his bed. The smile that she had worn was now replaced by a slight frown. There was a tense moment of silence between them.
"So, what's the prognosis Doc?" Katsuki grunted as he shifted in his bed. The frown began to deepen.
"Well, right now there is nothing wrong with you Bakugou-chan. At least, from what I see," she said as she cocked her head. Her thin lips stretching as she quirked her mouth to the side. "Though, when we got you in the infirmary your vitals were concerning. Your heart beat was much faster then it should have been, not to mention the sky high blood pressure. It was as if you were about to have a stroke. I still don't know why you were bleeding from your ears. That is all very concerning," she took a deep breath as she pressed her lips into a tight line. Katsuki blinked. He had never had issues with any of those things, not when he was an adult and definitely not when he was a teenager. Though, the whole going back in time may have fucked up that shit. Even if it was his little time trip, it wasn't as if he could fucking tell her that. "You are stable right now, thought we do need for you to have a full physical at the hospital to see if there are any underlying conditions that I am not equip to find."
Katsuki nodded at her as he pursed his lips. What could he really fucking say? He knew the whole liability stand point. He looked at her and she looked at him with her brows furrowed.
"I'll tell you the truth Bakugou-chan, I was expecting a protest full of your colorful language," she smirked at him as she tilted her head. He snorted at her. Damn he really was a little fucker back in the day, wasn't he?
"Na, don't worry about it Grams. I fucking get that shit. I mean, I think that I read that pro's are expected to get a physical at least two damn times a year. Right?" He shrugged. He knew how he was handling the situation was a fuck of a lot better then he would have when he really was a teenager. Shit, he was pretty sure that he would have been paranoid that this was all a ploy to get him kicked the fuck out. He wasn't a teenager anymore... Well, he was, but not really. The old ladies brows raised as her smirk pulled into a smile.
"Glad to see that you have matured. Now, I would like for you to stay the night tonight. You can go back to your dorm tomorrow and attend class, if you are up to it. I am going to get you an appointment as soon as possible for your tests. I would like for you to take it easy, at least until we have a full check up. So no hard training nor sparing," she reached out with her small hand and rested it on his for arm and gave him a few small pats. He wasn't going to fucking complain. Because while training and all that shit was important he needed time to adjust. For fucks sake he wasn't even sure how old he even really was at the moment and what year he was in.
"Sure thing," he grunted. Again she looked at him with a raised brow. Well, he suppose he could always say that head trauma had caused a slight personality shift. But then again, it didn't matter. He wasn't going to be a complete ass hat. Not any more. He knew that shit didn't get him anywhere.
Recovery girl plopped off of her stool and walked to the side of his bed. Where she poured a glass of water and put it onto his bed side table and also picked up a remote and placed it into his hand. "Okay, well I'll leave you be. If you need anything or if you begin to feel strange: light headed, nauseous, sudden head aches, vision problems or anything at all, just press the call button and I'll come on back." She once again patted his hand and then turn and shuffled out fucking Yoda style.
Finally alone Katski slumped down in his bed. He was fucking exhausted. He didn't know if it was mental or physical. It was probably fucking both. There was a lot going on mentally then to take a full on blow from Ei, well that was just the shitty cherry on top. Breathing out he closed his eyes. He was in high school, he thought. That means there are many other people that he would run into. He smirked a little to himself, so many people he had lost... He shook his head. He knew that he was there for a reason, however the reason could wait for a little bit. He had time, a shit load of time.
Just as was beginning to feel the relief of sleep coming, the door to the infirmary opened once again. He couldn't stop the low growl that rumbled in his throat as he turned his head. Though, the noise quickly died out as he saw who was standing in there door.
Ochako stood awkwardly as he laid there staring at her. He thought that he would have been over the shock. He understood when and where he was. He thought that seeing everyone else might have been easier now that he had somewhat figured out what was going on. He didn't take into account, that he would be seeing her sooner rather then later. Almost the instant he saw her chocolate brown hair and wide doe eyes his heart clenched painfully in his chest and stomach felt like it was hurled out of his body.
He couldn't make a sound, nor could he move. At least when he had seen Ei and Izuku he managed to grunt out their names, but with her, that wasn't fucking possible. No, because while he felt so fucking happy to see her, he was also terrified of that face. He was terrified of her. Oh gods, he couldn't breath. he couldn't move. He felt like a mouse that was dropped into a vipers den. All he could do was gawk at her.
The door closed behind her with a soft thunk as she began to walk in. Her bag was pulled to her side and she began to look through it as she came closer, she also seemed to be chewing on something. Her cheeks rounder then normal as her jaw worked. At one point she had managed to trip over her own feet. She didn't fall. Instead she managed to right herself. she swallowed hard then let out a snort of a laugh as she came closer. He still couldn't breath. His heart was roaring in his chest. Every single muscle in his body was wound so tight that it felt as if the fibers were about to tear.
"Heya, Bakugou," she breathed as she came closer. Her voice caused the hairs on his arms to raise. Goose flesh spreading over his skin. She stopped looking into her bag and looked at him. Wide brown eyes, her cheeks had a dusting of rose color and were raised as she smiled at him. His hands finally could move, but all he could seem to do was grip the stiff sheets in his fists. "I hope you are feeling better. I know Kirishima and Deku came earlier. They were suppose to drop off the homework for you, but you know those two. One track mind and all, ya know. Anyways, Aizawa asked if I could drop this off to you. I mean I think that he would have asked one of the "squad" but they left before he could ask, and I was just there. I mean, I figure you would probably want to see one of them more, but ya got me," she shook her head as she reached into her bag and pulled out a packet of papers and lifted them out to him. "Sorry... I know I am rambling." Her cheeks started to become pinker as her lips began to move into a half grimace half smile.
He still couldn't move, and he still couldn't breath. His chest felt like it was on fire but that didn't matter. None of this shit mattered. Not when she was standing there. Just right fucking there. Like nothing had ever happened. Like she didn't have a fucking care in the world. Like she didn't...
"Hey, you doing okay?"
His body finally forced it's self to breath. He gulped down a large breath. His hands knotted in the sheets further. He still couldn't take his eyes off of her, and his heart was in his throat.
"Fine," his voice was strained and all he could do was push one one word. Uraraka's brows raised as she pursed her lips.
"Okay then," she said slowly and cautiously. "Well, here ya are." Papers were once again raised up. He reached out with shaky fingers and took the them from her slowly. His gaze never leaving her face. They both remained in those spots, staring for a long while. He didn't know how long. It was like he was back in the abyss again and time had lost meaning. Either it was moving fast or had stopped completely. He wasn't fucking sure which it was.
"Okay then," Ochako suddenly said. "I think I am going to get going." She began to fiddle with the bottom of her blazer. He still didn't move. It was like he was a statue. She nodded to herself then turned on her heel and power walked the fuck outta there. His eyes never left her and once she was out of the room, he stared at the door.
"Fuck!" he suddenly grumbled as he regained a minuscule amount of composure. He tightly pushed his eyes shut as he pushed his head into the pillow. Fuck.
He breathed out loudly as he shook his head. He shouldn't have been so caught off guard. He knew where he was and he knew that he was going to see her. Knew. That was the thing. Is that he knew but he hadn't thought about it. In the back of his mind he thought he would have time before she would show up. He wasn't ready to face it. He wasn't ready to figure out how to kill her...again.