Bakugo hurried onto the bus. He walked over to a seat and sat down. He fiddled with the paper in his hands, taking the last bus to his final stop. His shoulder was pressed against the window; his eyes stared at the passing trees and streets.
"What happened? " he wondered. "Did All for One make her do something? " His foot bounced against the floor of the bus, his untied shoelace clicking against the metal bars under the seats. The window was lightly fogging from his breath. "Was she okay? " He shifted in his seat, placing his hands together. "Did she cry? " He sat up and felt his nerves twinge again. "Did she cry by herself ... alone? " He held his arms to his chest, looking at the ceiling. "Did she hurt someone? " He bit his thumb, "Did she see those boys again and lose it? " The bus rolled to a stop.
"45TH STREET!" the driver yelled.
Bakugo looked down at the small paper in his palm. "Oh crap." He stood up. "That's here." He got up and hurried over to the doors. He stepped off and hopped onto the ground. He exhaled, seeing his breath in the cold air. He flipped his scarf over his mouth. "She lives all the way out here? " he wondered, looking around the terrain. "This is like the outskirts of Tokyo." He walked over to the building matching the paper's address: "Building D - 3." He entered the complex, stepping onto the concrete. He jogged over to the sign that displayed letters A–E up ahead. He began walking, taking two and a half laps before he finally spotted the building labeled D. He walked over to it, suddenly feeling nervous.
"Was this even her apartment? " he asked himself. "What if she's not even here and I did all that crap for nothing? " He sucked in air and walked up the stairs to the upper level. "What am I even going to do if she actually is here? " he wondered. "What do I even say? " He walked over to the door labeled 3. He lifted his hand and felt his heart in his throat. "Crap." He swallowed hard; his ears lightly ringing. "How long has it been? " His finger twitched. "Not even a week? " He shook his head. "I feel like it's been months." He stared at the door. "WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING! " He angrily shoved down his thoughts and slammed his fist on the door. He stepped back off the welcome mat with his hands in his pockets.
His ear picked up on a stumble. Footsteps neared the door. The door handle jiggled for a moment before the door cracked open.
"Hello?" Her voice was so clear that it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
The door opened all the way. She looked at him and gasped quietly.
"K-Katsuki?" she said, placing her hand over her mouth. "What— I—"
His eyes analyzed her. "She cut her hair." He noticed immediately: her hair now stopped at her shoulders; her sleeves were a size too long and covered most of her hands; her baggy, grey-colored sweatpants covered her feet. "She's ... okay," he noted, looking into her eyes. She was standing in front of him. His heart was beating so fast he thought his rib cage was going to crack. She stepped back from him, still confused.
"What are you doing—"
He glared at her. "I should be asking you that." He spat as he stepped toward her, placing his hand on the doorpane. "You disappeared out of nowhere." He neared her. "You idiot." He clenched his teeth for a moment while staring at her. "You know how stressed out everyone is about you?"
Tsuki stepped back. "I—"
"SHUT UP!" he yelled. "I don't want to hear it!" He pointed his finger at her. "This isn't just your life!" He scoffed. "Pulling this crap out of nowhere! Your friend was crying. AllMight looked like he hadn't eaten in days! The teachers were acting weird about everything, too." He scoffed again, turning his head. "And no one had answers. You left. Didn't say a damn word." He grabbed his hair. "And here you are, living it up in a fancy Tokyo apartment!" He eyed her. "I was—" His voice trailed off. "I was. What? " He realized he hadn't been saying what he wanted. "I was worried."
He looked at her and felt a lump form in his throat, his arm flexing reflexively. He exhaled, the exhaustion from the day hitting him like a truck. As if finally seeing that she was okay made him feel like he could relax. He looked at her face; as usual, she hadn't said a word. She stepped toward him and grabbed his wrist; Bakugo stumbled into the apartment, his shoes muffled against the light brown rug in her living room. She stepped on her tiptoes and pulled his torso down from his neck into a hug. Bakugo froze; for a moment he was livid, and in the next he practically melted into her arms. His hands hovered over her back before he felt around her small physique with his fingers, then squeezed her tightly.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, her gentle voice traveling through his ear and caressing his nerves. "I'm so sorry."
"Sorry? " he thought. "Sorry for what? " He attempted to let go of her, but she squeezed him closer.
"I didn't mean to cause you any trouble," she said calmly. "I really tried not to." Her cheek pressed against his. "I'm so sorry, Katsuki."
"Sorry for what?" he asked, standing out of her hug. He looked over his shoulder and shut the door completely. He turned back to look at her after locking the door. "What are you sorry for?" He stepped toward her again. "What the hell is going on?"
Tsuki inhaled with a shudder. "It's a lot."
"I have time," Bakugo said angrily, stepping off her carpet and taking off his shoes.
Tsuki felt her heart skip a beat. "Yeah, but I want uninterrupted—"
"I got a leave of absence from the school," he continued, taking off his blazer and hanging it on the coat hanger. He looked over his shoulder. "You can't keep running from me, you cursed bastard."
The heat from her face expanded to her ears. "You what?" she stared at him. "Why would he do all that? " She watched him look around her apartment. "And for me? "
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Authors note: Aw i missed them.
