the only exception | bakugou katsuki

13 | clashing stars

Yuna knew better than anyone that in every good moment in her life, there was always something waiting at the end.

The past week felt like an instinctive trance of a campfire in the dark, spending hours roasting and watching as it settles and sinks into the ground like a heap of shipwrecks whose sailors raise their flickering sails trying to signal that the prevailing winds of your life are about to shift—that the end of the Earth is real and looming just a few years ahead, and that your marshmallow is on fire.

It started again. Maybe worse than before.

All she could do was ignore them like she would. But that doesn't mean it won't take a toll on her.

Sometimes being strong doesn't mean shit if you don't do anything about the exoskeleton you possess.

Yuna has been eating lunch with Bakugou and his group of friends ever since Kaminari invited her. She didn't mind it. She didn't mind at all. What worried her was the fact that eyes were everywhere in the cafeteria, but deep down Yuna wanted some.. company. It was a nice change in a while—to have some people in her life than never, to have meaning.

Being with them every lunch and sometimes on the way home—Yuna savoured every moment of it. It felt more than nice to have more than one company.

Hell, Kaminari and Kirishima declared her as a friend. Yuna has more friends now. It really was a nice change.

Until the whispers began again.

"Yeah, she's been hanging out with the hero department students. She's probably doing that to rub it in our faces."

"It's all thanks to Bakugou. She's the one who got herself attached to him and because of that, she's popular among them. What a fucking shame to the general education. Did she not have some self-respect?"

A voice cackled. "I kid you not she doesn't give a shit about us. Our class. She barely comes for the festival meetings. What a selfish bitch."

"Gosh, I can't wait to graduate so I don't have to see her face anymore."

"With a good-for-nothing student from Yuei, she won't go anywhere. Quirkless people end up in the no-shows anyway."

That was all it took for Yuna to shed a tear while pretending to sleep on her table.

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Yuna didn't ska—oh wait, she didn't bring her board.

A bitter—quite broken—chuckle left her lips as she pushed back the tears while walking down the street as usual, on her way to Minisu. But perhaps this time, she didn't feel like going anymore now that her appetite's gone the second the thorny walls around her shattered just so—on the brink of collapsing again.

Her gaze follows the cracks on the pavements, stepping over them to avoid it from letting it shatter more than it should—but moreover, it felt like she was shattering her own pieces of a vessel that she was trying to protect whole life and starts thinking—is it worth it?

She asked herself again when she heard footsteps from behind, ingrained in her memory like a repeated song for the past few months.

"Oi, Pikachu has been dying to have you at our rehearsal tomorrow. That shit's been nagging in my ears for the past week so you better come," Bakugou warned her at the last bit.

"Of course I'll be there."

He must have noticed it immediately considering how sharp he was when he turned his head slightly—Yuna's voice sounded different, like a bright sunny day to a melancholic rain. She sounded like she hasn't used her voice after a long coma that when she woke up she needed water so fucking bad, except that she lets it pain her.