I wrote something whooo!!!! but like god damnn my mental health has been struggling man lol (unedited)

Katsuki slumped down against the wall, the evening light giving the atmosphere an eerie glow. Maybe it was just him, but the night felt so much colder. It probably was just him, nobody else seemed to cower and sniffle.

Ah. He was crying, again. It felt so stupid. Katsuki didn't cry during the whole ordeal but now he cries? He feels like a child all over again. A naive, silly little boy.

It's not his fault. It's not his fault.. Is it his fault?

He shrugged to himself. He was the one who kicked the shitty bottle in the first place though. But it's not his fault, right..?

Whatever.

Katsuki rubbed his eyes and winced at the slight burn. His entire body felt like it just passed through fucking lava and yet Katsuki's still freezing. Explosions hurt..

A burst of drunken laughter erupts from the left and he's already tensed. Everyone was a threat at this point. Scooting farther into the wall, Katsuki held his breath, hoping that whoever those people were, that they would leave him the hell alone.

He just wanted to be alone. But he wants to be alone with someone, if that made any sense. Who was he kidding? Of course he made no sense! Stupid.

Thinking just a bit more clearly, Katsuki remembered Kariage. Kariage, who he had been walking with. Kariage, who was his boyfriend. Kariage, who ran off without sparing a single glance to Katsuki.

What did that mean? Did Kariage not care about him? No...that couldn't be, right? They loved each other, even if it was some fucking middle school love-fling. Life really wasn't fair, he smiled bitterly.

"Fuck you, Kari.." Katsuki rasped. God, his voice sounded horrible. Probably because he'd worn it out by screaming at the top of his fucking lungs, but whatever. It didn't matter. It didn't matter because nobody cared.

Not his mother nor father, not his 'friends', not his relatives, not his own fucking boyfriend, and definitely not any of the Pro Heroes, who just watched his scream and suffer. Nobody gave a shit!

Fuck everyone and fuck Deku for being Deku and fuck the fucking sludge villain.
Fuck this and fuck that!

Katsuki glanced up above, his red eyes dull and bleary. The sky was turning black and not a single star was to be seen. He scoffed; the world was such an ugly place, no wonder the stars would hide away.

As he sat there, with tear streaks on his face, dishevelled clothes and bloody burns. A few concerned glances were thrown his way but nobody cared around these parts. Katsuki made sure to come here. Nobody would ask for a fucking interview or something like that.

But alas. A spark of light appeared. First, it was dim, yet it slowly grew brighter and brighter, calling out with a familiar voice.

"Katsuki!" It called, "Is that you?!"

All he could do to reply was smile and tilt his head back, resting against the dirtied wall. A million years passed yet only ten seconds had gone by. Time and perspective were a funny thing, huh?

A clammy hand grasped Katsuki to their chest and a sob erupted from them. Why was Deku here?

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to run. I was just scared and terrified, I didn't realise what happened until you were taken and by then the fucking heroes stopped me from going to you, I swear to God, Kat, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

What?

Katsuki took a second to process those words.

"You tried to come back?" He whispered.

"Yeah, of course, Kat.."

Deep down, Katsuki knew he shouldn't just forgive him without a thought but he did. Kariage was just a kid too, like him. How could he blame him for being scared?

Yep. I had like a half assed mental breakdown for some reason while writing this so lol but here enjoy