a / n ; this is shorter than the past stuffs maybe not much significantly, a little fillery that has all the important things on the narrative. here's an update! a steady steady one. and omg how do u even write bakugou?1??1?1 i am vv sorry if he's ooc, i love my baby but he's so hard to write!
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Bakugou Katsuki found Kaya Tsumei annoying.
Kaya was loud, irritating, utterly vivid and an outrageous hyperactive human being. She was that — and Katsuki doesn't know why she had to be so bright. Doesn't understand why she radiated so much energy and it seemed like she was breathing sunshine. So, so bright it almost blinded him. And that was annoying. Because of that, it hurts to look at her alone. It stings, and whenever she smiled and cackled and teased him he couldn't look for long. He would have to turn away in a grimace, because why was she that golden, that ablaze and that beaming? It was all so, so irritating and bothersome. He couldn't even spare a look. She was just like that Deku. Not as flashing, of course, but they both had that glossy light around them and it was so fucking aggravating.
But right there on his shoulder was the same (was she even the same anymore?) loud, annoying woman, the light on her back flickering and withering and fading until it was just gone and he could finally look without turning away. Katsuki didn't like the sight he saw underneath all those vivid blinding lights. Why was she so silent? Where was her brightbrightbright halo— and was she even breathing? What— why was his sleeve suddenly damp? Why was someone sobbing— oh no no no, were those tears?
Someone was crying. On his shoulder. His sleeve. It was her. That loud, vexatious woman.
And then on and on Katsuki watched as Kaya cried, his question left unanswered. The light was gone and it felt cold— too cold. Dark. His fingers twitched while perched on Kaya's backside, awkwardly shuffling and making all the unnecessary movements. She didn't seem bothered, Katsuki noted and why was he the only one feeling how lumbering this whole ordeal was?
A choked sob brought Katsuki back and his hands retreated to his sides, and for the second time that night he looked at Kaya directly. A coughing, sobbing mess while her sickly pale face was framed with her lilac locks that fell clumsily and her eyes— her eyes that (once) held a twinkle in their depths were lidded and clouded and hazed; it almost seemed like it wasn't hers. If this was what Katsuki would see beneath the blinding guise, then he would have preferred not being able to see it at all.
Because Kaya was all of the racing cars, fast chases, blinking lights, sunflower fields, those sunny winter mornings, cheesy grins, swaying hips, the in between, the soft singings and everything above the surface where the light touches. She was a thunderstorm. A force that just kept on going because she was a fighter.
She was a lot of things but most of all she was the one who tried to reach out when everyone would rather flick their heads some other direction than talking to him. Katsuki did not understand. He could consider some of his bothersome, bastardous classmates as one of the few who tolerated him, who didn't see him as a strenuous, unpleasant person who was weakweakweak—
Katsuki had written Kaya off as some other simpleton who didn't see the reason why he had a dream. She laughed at his ambition, after all. Shook it off because she thought, that of course, he was just a makeshift lame phony and not worth anybody's time it was so, so tiring give him a fucking chance and he'll prove all of them wrong, blow all of their faces into oblivion because he had something to show the world! He was somebody! (Gods, take him seriously.)
Though, she made him promise something.
It encouraged his drive, it told him to go on and fulfill his dream, she told him to burst through those doors of scrutinizing looks and show all of those non-believers that he will reach his reverie because she 'believed' in him. Because he was Bakugou Katsuki after all, wasn't he?
Yeah. Yeah, that's exactly who he was.
".. Woman. Your snot is fucking disgusting," Katsuki commented, after the silence stretched.
And Kaya chuckled lowly. It was faint, almost like it wasn't there. But he heard it. That's all that matters.
"Oh my god, Katsuki-chan please buy a book about comforting people because I feel even worse," replied Kaya, shaking her head, though a relieved smile encompassed her features slightly, "Or not. Just.. smokes, you're so weird why did I even think you'd be okay. Your shoulder was a great help. Thanks for it."
"My shoulder is awesome."
Kaya threw him the oddest look she could muster. Was he doing this now?
Letting out an exasperated sigh, she smiled his way, "I'm okay, by the way, if ever you wondered. I knew you did, so shush. I guess I'll just.. need to take some time to process stuff. I'll... um.."
Katsuki grunted, "Yeah, yeah, you'll tell me when you can," he took Kaya's head to his hand and pressed her down his shoulder again, "Stop faking that bullshit smile on me you idiot. I know you still wanna cry or something stupidly emo like that."
"Even if I put some snot on your clothes?"
"Yeah whatever. And you'll go to my Sports Festival tomorrow. Miss it and I'll fucking blow you up, you hear me?"
"You didn't even ask nicely," gasped Kaya, mocking a gasp as her features softened, a serene look befalling her, not quite smiling but not that torn anymore, "... Thank you so much, Katsuki-chan."
Katsuki didn't reply.
Instead, he looked down on the figure that began sobbing on his shoulders again, shaking.
So this, Katsuki realized, was how the sun weeps.
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They were thunderstorms.
Katsuki and Kaya were the flickering light in the dark. They stood out and lit up whatever was around them, stealing all the show and the center stage and the notoriety. Because they were incredible like that. A picturesque figure among those that dulled in comparison. Such burning, bright souls that they blinded each other.
One embraced the light given, and the other turned away.
But they were both still so, so fetching, alluring, and dazzling. They were, respectively, the type you would not be able to disregard because they just called upon you. Called upon your soul and set it aflame. Misplacing the cities in your heart, filling it with love and songs and art.
They were the kind that you will forever find messed up and turned, booming yet reclusive and had thorns growing on their beings.
Katsuki and Kaya; the thunderstorms that would stay jaded.
For they were tired, but perhaps, not quite broken yet.
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to SUMIIANNA's review, thank you so much! i'm glad you enjoyed the chapter and felt something.. like.. something... there. in that.
to SHIRANAI ATSUNE's review, i hope you came to like at a standstill! it'a developing and sappy sad, but how do you think of it so far?
