the only exception | bakugou katsuki

26 | pisces' leo

Ah. Bakugou almost forgot.

Pisces, he learns, disappeared that night as well.

Perhaps he vaguely remembered the girl in front of him on his bed, wrapping a bandage around her sprained ankle, about what she mentioned about a constellation named Leo.

He remembered looking it up to expect her descriptions, but the dancing fishes falsely matched what she said. He thought she was stupid. Because why would she lie about her own knowledge? It was a damn Pisces, not a Leo. Why?

Then again, Bakugou learned—he learned that each sign has its own characteristics. Most were bullshit truths and mere myths—but maybe he knew why she had been scintillating for no reason at all when everyone can't look at her every damn hour. Even during the day.

Maybe she envied a Leo—envied one of the brightest constellations in the night firmament in every few nights. Its ferocious spirit dipped in the royalty of the celestial jungle. Their royal status as a vivacious, theatrical and passionate being, basking in the spotlight for everyone else to see, leading the world with its power to seek ambitions with their determinations. Perceiving themselves as kings and queens, lavishing every astronomer that looks up at them—including Yuna.

That, he learned too, she tried to be one. He saw it first-hand. He experienced it first-hand.

Her light. Her forced, annoying smiles and peals of laughter. Crescent eyes with sunny orbs. Her relentless way of attaching to someone as if they were her only audience to heed her solitude. A Pisces outshined by Leo as a façade until it was time for the dimmed ones to flicker and die out, leaving the galaxy for good for the true ruler to shine on its throne, to give the world a brighter hope for its people.

So, frankly, who is Yuna supposed to be?

Because she was quiet when he walked the limping girl on the way to his house, glancing imperceptibly for a short while after she calmed down, not saying a word when they reached his doorstep, quietly leading her to his room halfway through dawn.

Now, he had just patched her up, only the night light turned on as the source of light in his room, staring at the girl who was facing him, though her lips were parted slightly and her eyes were puffy and empty—already ran out of tears to cry.

But then, Bakugou thought, this was the first time she looked like this—different from the ones he witnessed.

Blatantly broken with the dark void in her eyes. No stars in sight but just stardust scattered all over her cheeks—the residue of a Supernova as it lingered on his shoulder still. Breathing in the night light instead of both moon and sunlight—depending on mankind itself to yield.

Bakugou slowly looked away and stood up from the bed, and spoke in a quiet, solemn voice.

"I'm gonna get some water," he turned to the door, giving her a lingering look when he walked out. "Lie down while you're at it."

And then he closed the door, quietly making his way to the kitchen downstairs, grabbing a cup from a tray on the counter, and poured some water in it.

A deep, long sigh, for some reason, left his lips. His brows furrowed deeply as he ran a hand through his ash-blond hair, trying to ignore the confusion of what truly happened, although he knew it was something. Something bad. And even if he wouldn't give a shit about one's problems, this was starting to annoy and piss the fuck out of him so bad. Because all this can't be the reason why she was always smiling like that.

The blond then grabbed the cup and made his way back up, entering his room, only to see her already lying down. He quietly strode towards the bed, placing the cup on the bedside table, and checked to see if she was just resting or already fallen asleep.