fic ~ made to fly

[redonthemoon]

Fandom: BNHA
Pairing: Bakugou/Todoroki
Word Count: 666
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Tags: Canon, Sad

Prompt: wings

Summary: Shouto glances through his window, wishing he could be out there until he doesn't need to do so anymore.

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He glanced through the window and sighed as he knew he was different, or so his father kept telling him.

‘No, Shouto, you can’t play with them. You and they are different. You have been made to succeed where I’ve failed. You don’t have time to spare in silly childish games. Now keep moving, we have training to do.’

Yet no matter how hard he tried, it was never enough: always a failure, always another miss to the cold eyes of his father. But his siblings kept playing, laughing, and sharing nice, soft moments. Moments he’d never understand or comprehend, moments he was bound to simply admire from afar.

His fingerprints could always be found in the corners of all the windows the Todoroki manor had on its second floor, and if one glanced up, they could see easily a tiny peek of red and white, wide, curious eyes filled with hopes and dreams, always fogged by sadness, as there was nothing he wanted more than to be free.

Free to step out of those oppressive walls.

Free to speak his mind up.

Free to say no.

No, I won’t receive another hit.

No, I’ll join my siblings and get to know them beyond their names.

No, father, I won’t be your shadow. I’ll be my own person.

 

His thoughts remained caged.

 

+

 

He glances through the window and sees his classmates. His heart throbs as it seems it’s true: history is bound to repeat itself. Their muffled, happy chatter reaches his ears and Shouto smiles faintly as he can distinguish Midoriya’s mumbling amidst it.

Yet there’s something missing.

“Oi, what the fuck are you doing here, halfie? You trying the Rear Window vibe or what?”

“Bakugou.” The word easily slides past his lips, and his smile blasts at full volume, illuminating the room partially. “I was wondering where you were.”

“Me? Tsk. It ain’t me who’s holed up here, like a little creep.” Nonchalantly, he approaches him, hands buried deep in his pockets, and as he leans against a table, he kicks Shouto’s leg. “You look dumb.”

“Sorry.”

“Tsk.” A pause and then warmth overwhelms Shouto. “You went to sleep late again? Watching those random shitty videos of yours?”

You look tired, have you not slept properly?

“Sorry,” he repeats. “I’ll try to rest today.”

“Dumbass,” Bakugou mumbles as he stands up again. “Stop apologising for everything.” He reaches the door and halts. “You fucking coming or what?”

Shouto does, and as he follows Katsuki, he feels a slight tingle on his back.

“I enjoy this.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

Bakugou gives him a look but doesn’t press it.

 

I enjoy being able to have fun.

 

+

 

As he zips his hoodie (a certain someone insists it’s not), he glances around the room, checking if he’s forgetting something. His eyes soften as he sees the unmade bed, how one side is hoarding all the sheets and blankets while the other seems almost untouched. It can’t be prevented, no matter how hard he tries, he always ends up tucked against his body, it’s unavoidable.

“Will you fucking hurry up already!”

He doesn’t reply, simply follows the voice all the way to their apartment front door. Locking it, he smiles.

Sorry, it took me so long.

A roll of eyes.

Dumbass, stop apologising!

He has no idea of where they are going, but it doesn’t matter, he knows that wherever it might be, he’s going to have the time of his life. He always does when he’s with him.

But he’s still curious.

Eyeing the man’s outfit, he tries to guess if they’re going to an indoor place or somewhere else.

A grunt makes him cease his investigations. His smile tenfold as he sees what the man is waiting for, what he expects from him.

Shouto spreads his wings as he takes Katsuki’s hand and follows him.

He doesn’t glance through the window anymore. Why would he? A bird doesn’t need windows, it can fly, free, unbound from anyone’s selfish wishes.