the only exception | bakugou katsuki

03 | spacewalks

Pisces, ruled by Neptune, the celestial body that governs creativity and dreams, and the empyreal fishes adore exploring their boundless ingenuity. In its more treacherous form, however, Neptune also oversees illusion and escapism.

When the fog is thick on the ocean's breath, the horizon is obstructed and there's no distinction between the sea and the sky. Pisces must be wary of mirages; the ethereal fishes prefer wearing rose coloured offerings to addressing problems, which can earn Pisces a reputation for being delusional. Yuna had to remember that problems can't be solved by swimming away.

Willful ignorance never makes conflict disappear: It only gives it the chance to grow.

Yuna experienced it first hand each time she encounters a friend or foe, especially during lunch times, blatantly talking about her like she wasn't there, but she silently sat on the bathroom toilet in the cubical as she listened without a care.

"Don't you guys think Yuna's conceited? Every time we invite her somewhere, she'd always reject us."

"Not to mention when I asked her for notes. She'd only share half of it."

A girl snorted. "Then she'd gloat when she gets one of the top few places in class. How selfish."

"How the hell did she get into Yuei anyway? That girl could barely pass the quirk apprehension test every year."

Another girl scoffed. "You mean never. She's quirkless."

Ah.

That's right. Yuna Rei is quirkless.

It was a fact that never bothered her, but hearing from one of her very snakes, pronouncing that very word like it's a taboo topic, made her smile.

A smile that Yuna wears all the time. A smile that kept her going through the perpetual void of constellations.

The frustration of knowing how easily you fit into a stereotype, even if you never intended to, even if it was unfair, even if everyone else feels the same way—each of us trick-or-treating for money and respect and attention, wearing a safe and predictable costume because we were tired of answering the question, "What are you supposed to be?"

Perhaps in Yuna's case, she didn't need to be asked.

"You're powerless. You're nothing."

But to carry on, she wouldn't need to glance back every few moments for them to snatch away her dignity—a dignity of hers that was stronger than the ones with power and authority.

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Yuna didn't feel like skating after that whole ordeal. Although those girls or perhaps, everyone in her class, always end up living in her tenebrosity—following her every move, hearing every word she mutters, believing every intention. She didn't get why they would waste their breath on someone like her when they should follow their dreams to be vocal, not to be a minority like her.

In the end, they would become a victim of her curiosity, unsparing the tragedy living as a singular.

Walking through the school gate from a highly contained academy felt like a relief to Yuna, somehow glad that she didn't have to hear the infuriating whispers whenever she laid her head down on a table—whispers of incredibly, unfathomable amount of stupidity leaving her classmates' lips.

Yuei High School was a shithole, and so was the rest of the people she had encountered for the past three years of her life there.

Yuna walked down the path she had routined to go to, wearing her headphones as she sighed contently when fantasy resonates her ears. It went on like that for a while, until she saw the back of a blond head that was too easy to recognize with the spiky strands.