#Bkdk #angst #fluff CW/TW: Blood, d**th, MCD (Read if you like to get your heart broken) (Possible more tags to come)

Idea by @hero_dekuu
I am simply just writing it but it’s not mine https://twitter.com/hero_dekuu/status/1387056682778300418

When Katsuki decided to exchange his gun for a paintbrush, he hadn’t ever thought to regret his choice. Why should he? He was tired of the senseless killing and it was about time he allowed himself a normal life.
So no. There was never any regret. He was happy with where he was.

He was happy with the modest art studio he had been able to buy with the money from his previous employment. He was happy going home everyday to his loyal German Shepard who always greeted him with a tackle.

He was happy living a quieter life and allowing his hobby to grow into a passion.
/He was happy./
Or he was...until everything around him became part of a never ending cycle.
Days turned to weeks. Weeks to months. Months into a couple years.
He was living by a schedule.

Katsuki never realized just how badly he would miss the adrenaline in every assignment he took on. He lived such a bland life compared to the one he had before.
But.../he was happy...right?/
He wouldn’t go back to the person he used to be.

He would figure out a way to break this monotonous arc he found himself stuck in. There was more to life than taking it. He knew that.
And lucky for him, the solution presented itself a month into the summer season.

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It had been a usual uneventful day. Katsuki was walking around his studio and watching over the few people who visited him in the middle of the week. He taught simple classes for beginners during this time, more advanced ones on the weekends.

His own projects hung up on walls around the area. He took pride in them and sometimes showcased them in an annual art festival in the fall.
The people standing at their canvases drew inspiration from his works, so it was sometimes a challenge to try and teach them about it.

Everything about his style was abstract. He made it that way on purpose. Abstract art was hard to teach to beginners, let alone to people who never once took an interest in the subject.

So you can imagine his surprise when he looked up from one of his students and saw a man crying outside the window while looking at one of his canvases on display.
Katsuki looked around the room before walking outside to approach the weirdo.
“Oi. What are you doing—“

The blond stopped midway through his sentence, words catching in his throat when the man looked up at him through his tears.
/Holy fuck./
/He was beautiful./
The guy had curly green hair that peeked out from under his hoodie in short glimmering waves.

His emerald eyes glistened as the sun shone directly onto the film of saltwater covering them, the tears trailing down his plump cheeks and alerting Katsuki to the freckles splattered on them.
He was shorter than the blond, but not by much, and was holding a bucket of flowers.

The guy sniffled and wiped at his tears quickly, bowing his head in an apology. Katsuki snapped out of his daze.
“Uh—what are you doing out here? Why are you crying?” He spoke up again, clearing his throat and hoping to god his face wasn’t trying to match his eyes.

He glanced at the artwork on display and raised a brow. Of course, being the one who made it, Katsuki /knew/ what it symbolized, but he didn’t expect anyone else to get an inkling of what he was trying to convey.
It was one of his more simpler pieces.

A cascade of black and different shades of grey winding up from a catalyst of red and yellow. They intertwined with a darker shade of navy at the top before ultimately panning out into pure white.

To the naked eye, it was just a mix of different colors to make something entertaining to look at.
But not to him.
And not to this stranger.
Speaking of which, he turned his attention back to the greenette, shoulders stiff when he realized the guy was staring at him.

What was that expression exactly? Concern? Pity? Confusion?
Katsuki wasn’t sure.
“What?” He ended up asking, only for the other to shake his head and take a deep breath. He closed his eyes briefly before offering the blond a smile—
/And fucking hell he was so fucking beautiful./

Collecting his composure, Katsuki decided to take a different approach.
“Are you here for something?” He decided to question, watching the man’s brows furrow in thought before he nodded.
Does he plan on talking anytime soon?

The greenette reached into his bucket and pulled out one of the green tulips he had amongst the bouquet that was in there and held it up to Katsuki.
Crimson eyes narrowed at the gesture despite his hands reaching up and gently taking the flower.
“Is that why you’re here?”

When the guy shook his head, Katsuki couldn’t help but suck his teeth in slight annoyance.
“Then wh—“ He stopped talking when the guy held up a finger. He smiled wider this time and waved goodbye before walking away from the studio building.

Katsuki watched him go feeling entirely lost at the exchange that just took place.
Or—the mostly one sided exchange.
He looked down at the tulip and held it up to the sun to see its petals glow under the light.
Just as the stranger’s eyes had.
Katsuki couldn’t help but smile.

“Mr.Bakugou? Could you help me pick out a brush to help blend the colors?” One of his students stepped outside to ask, getting the blond’s attention.
Katsuki lowered the tulip to roll his eyes and follow the girl back inside.
“You don’t blend with the brush, idiot,” He scolded.

The brunette gave a nervous laugh and went to go back to her canvas. Katsuki paused at the door and looked back down the street where the other man had been headed.
He wasn’t there anymore, but Katsuki had a feeling he’d be seeing him again soon.

(End of Part One)(TBC)