as the world comes to an end / bakugou

The birds were talking again, chittering their conversations with the wind reaching from one branch to the other. To Bakugou, it brought a completely different meaning to the idiom: ’a little birdie told me’. Some birds he had met possessed strange quirks such as being prophetic or were capable of whispering tunes inside his head. They reminded him of Nezu, the principal they had at UA who he had always considered to be somewhat unsettling. Well, he reminds himself so, the rat-bear-dog was in the past now. He knows that he shouldn’t dwell in it so instead his attention shifts to the direction he is heading in. He’s wandering aimlessly, trying to get some fresh air and maybe find some answers along the way. He was still fixated on his situation, refusing himself to get too used to being a cat. He’ll come back to life, he’s sure of it. He just needs to find a way.

He hears a splosh, the sound of a small blunt object spluttering into a body of water and sinking dramatically. Immediately, his ears crane towards the source, eyes narrowing in vexation. His initial calmness dilapidates and his nostrils flare at the scent he has only just noticed to be interrupting what could have been a thoughtful stroll. He bites gently on his bottom lip, lowering his body in a predatory stance and creeps closer to get a better look at the stranger. He twitches slightly. A mangled male: burn marks, scars, bruises…for such a magical world, they sure as hell failed at efficient healing. ”Get out of here, extra.”