For a friend who's having a tough time.
So, we decided to do a little challenge as a pick me up for a friend who has been feeling down. She's an amazing writer and a sweetheart.
I totally did not follow the prompt, which is drummer Bakugou. I tried to imply that he's a drummer. Please forgive me. We love you.
His broad palms swipes up against your cheek in an attempt to tuck your hair away. The rough underside from calloused grips bristles and smushes your view. He is fire and explosions and you are a milky way day dreamer, but it's just thrumming currents now.
"What's wrong?" His voice is rumbling thunder like the music he makes.
"Nothing" you lie, shocked that he's here. More embarrassed that he's caught you hiding alone in the classroom. You play it cool, pressing the same cheek against your palm, lazily looking back out the window.
He shifts in his seat next to you. The rustling of his clothes dulled by the setting sun and impending storm gently billowing the curtains. Those palms flatten onto the desk in front of you, garnet eyes glinting something fierce in the waning light.
"Like Hell it's nothing!" He harshly whispers. It's just you two and no one will hear anyway, but somehow he obeys the quiet atmosphere.
You say nothing, trying not crumble. Don't be weak, you think. So you blink back the stars in your eyes, blink away the stardust before they litter your lashes. You look up and you let the void of black holes take their place.
"Stop that!" He actually shouts now his voice cuts through the haze of sunset like his hand shooting out to grip your wrist.
"wh-stop what?!" You sputter confused, jostled physically & metaphorically. His palms feel like molten lava coursing through his skin, it burns. You make no move to remove his hand.
He narrows his eyes and furrows his brows. "You know what I'm talking about." His grip tightens and his thumb rubs against your pulse point. Stuttering, like your words. Don't lie. His pointed gaze... judging.
Words bubble up from under his burning grip and gather in your throat. You quickly press your lips together in a frown to prevent them from flowing out. What do you know? You're so sanctimonious! Not everyone can just keep going. We're not all gifted and lucky and as privileged as you! It's not easy! I am trying!!! But the blocks just get harder and steeper and longer... And I am tired... Where is the end? You look away, ashamed or angry. You're not sure.
"Hey!" He shakes your arm, effectively deciding for you. Pissed off.
"What do you want, Bakugou!" You glare at him. Just go away! You can feel all the words brimming under the surface and yourself just hanging by a thread. The remainder of your resolve like the thin lens of a microscope.
"Look at me," there's no pretense. There's no anger, no snark, no sarcasm. He looks at you. He really looks at you. And he's asking you to do the same.
The heaven rips apart as lightening bisects it and the deafening boom of nearby thunder hails your crumbling defenses. You feel it crumble like the sky suddenly pelting down, like your face and your tears. You sob once and heave a shuddering sigh. And another and another.
You let it all out. All. of. it. Your tears, your hiccuping words, your nightmares, and your dreams. All the shooting stars you've made wishes upon and all the demons you've clawed and cursed. They come spilling out with every trembling breath.
He drags you into his arms roughly and pushes the back of your head into his chest. He tucks you into him, he hates coddling but he also hates your tears. He thinks he indulges you, but honestly he indulges himself just as much.
When you're done and you pull away, he looks at you again. "I know it's hard. It's not easy to get where we want to go. And... sometimes we get lost," he begins sincerely, "there isn't always an answer but it's how you rise to the occasion. Don't give up. I believe in you. I know you. " He pulls your hands into his again and gently thumbs over your pulse. "Cry, kick, scream. Don't hold back. Do it all. Do what you have to. I don't ever go down without a fight, I don't ever want you to lose that fire in your eyes." He smiles surely at you.
Your puffy red eyes and tear smudged face is a supernova across his Galaxy. Your cadence, strong and true. "We're here, now, still. Together. We have each other. We'll grow, learn, adapt, and fight another day."
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