weeks pile on top of themselves with the weight of silence in an empty apartment. bakugou keeps busy refreshing the cats’ water dish while the rice cooker does the brunt of dinner’s requirements. he realizes too late that he’s put two portions worth in and turns away from it, catching himself on the view of the city through large panel windows across the room. it looks fake; makes his blood feel restless.
how had he ever felt comfortable taking up all this space by himself? he used to relish the privacy, the quiet. he can’t remember the feeling now.
habit has drawn his gaze over the counter - tops and toward the fridge, looking for scraps of paper with clues that his roommate has been home recently. he spares a round for the bathroom mirror as well, though that’s usually his location of choice. empty - handed, he returns to the kitchen, leaning against a counter that faces inwards to avoid making eye contact with everything city block that might house denki when he’s absent.
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