Chapter 5
That night his dreams were blank, empty, a relief. For once he wasn't haunted by various scenarios morphing into worse scenarios. Katsuki rolled over pulling a drawer where Kirishima's photo stayed, a photo of three. It was him, Kirishima, and his late-sidekick. Katsuki glanced at the clock, nearing on one in the morning the day after the court had decided that his decisions weren't in the wrong. He pressed his feet against the floor. He should probably make dinner since he was still up.
Katsuki glanced through the cabinets, a box of cereal, a leftover poptart, and several other ingredients that he wasn't quite interested in. He set the supplies back down glancing towards Kirishima's picture. From a happier time. He moved to the cutting board. The strumming sounds bringing back memories from high school, the recollection of surprised looks he received when the other students discovered he knew how to cook almost made him laugh, almost.
The person in the next room over was shuffling around their room the soft buzzing of the television keeping their steps barely audible. Apparently, he wasn't the only one unable to sleep tonight.
Hot food it would be then. Maybe she wouldn't mind a midnight snack. Several minutes and ingredients later he was standing at Uraraka's front door. He found himself knocking repeatedly, receiving estrange looks from the hotel's staff. "I know you're not asleep."
He found himself surprised that he actually expected her to come to the door, but no luck. He turned to go back to his room, an ominous feeling lingering in his atmosphere. Uraraka typically wasn't that quiet.
His foot spun back to the room on its own, "Look, I made dinner and I'm not going to waste this shit!" He snapped sending a louder knock against the door, a "shhh" from a brave employee while another tried to knock some sense into them as they dragged them away from this particular hall. Silence. He burned the lock open to find Uraraka standing at the balcony. He felt his shoulders relax, so she was okay after all.
"It happens, it's normal, I usually get confused at first, I know it's not real but-" Katsuki glanced at Uraraka, hands on the edge of the balcony, tears streaming down her face.
Upon noticing him she stuttered incorrigible words, her voice mute on his ears, he dropped the food. He found himself moving before he could think, an instinct instilled in him since before he had managed to retrieve his hero's license. He struggled to make it a crossed the room, various utensils being left estrange a crossed the floor. Katsuki reached out towards her, missing her ankle.
Katsuki pressed his foot against the railing applying more pressure on the railing. The hotel had been quite boisterous about it's ability to handle all types of people and accommodate for all quirks. He was going to put them to the test, he sent another surge of force onto the railing, before standing on it, "I trusted you" he held out his arms.
Uraraka looked towards the three-story drop, glancing at him, then back towards the ground, "I-"
She released her quirk, slamming into his arms. Katsuki sat them on the balcony porch, back to the wall, scrutinizing the room. Various obstacles around the hotel room, the unkempt bed, and knives decorating the floor. He pulled her closer insistent on making sure that it was the control of her powers, his brain ran through scenarios and the words he was supposed to say, "You're safe here.", "it's okay" not a single phrase seeming to quite fit the way he was feeling.
"Were you going to jump?"
She paused glancing at him, before her gaze settled with glancing around the room that was in shambles, "It seems that way, doesn't it?" She began unwrapping herself from his arms. "I, I just had a bad dream. Besides when I fell I went up instead of down." She forced a laugh out before walking over towards the food he had scattered a crossed her doorway.
Katsuki let his hand curl into a fist and uncurl again, she had never said that nightmares accompanied the loss of control of quirks. He glanced towards her wrists. He let the back of his head rest on the balcony. She didn't need to. He glanced down towards the world below. Laughter drifting through the wind, "hey, there's a beach down there."
Uraraka nodded finishing cleaning the food off of the floor and reaching for the knives she had scattered around the room. Katsuki took a breath scooping up the rest of the knives and throwing them in the dishwasher. "Thanks" She whispered, glancing at the floor. Whatever that emotion was that was glowing in the back of her eyes it pissed him off, he didn't want to see it. He grabbed her wrist dragging her out of the door. "Kaachan? Where are we going?" She asked as he locked their doors.
"I said there's a beach down there."