Stuck with you

the ocean is frustrated

Katsuki Bakugo was 15 when he woke up on Nabu Island. The island was seemingly deserted, trees stretched for miles and sand littered made a home of his once smooth and moisturized skin.

It didn't hit immediately of course.

Sand and Debris littered the boys blonde locks, and when he passed his slender fingers through his hair a couple times he came to the realization that it was longer. Not by much, but it definitely grew a couple of inches.

His black tee was littered with sand and stains hed rather not question at the moment. He was dressed in his favorite green cargo pants and sneakers. His arms had slight scratches and dry patches and lips that he made such a big deal of keeping soft and plush were dried to a crisp. Just how long had he been here?

The moon was a warm milky glow in the sky, something that would seem so beautiful felt like a mocking persistence in Bakugo's mind. It just stare down at him. It was bigger than him, even more on this deserted island. He hated it.

"What the hell...WHAT THE FUCK!" Katsuki screamed in frustration. So much he began to question his entire being. How old was he? Why had his hair grown so much and why was his mouth so...dry?

"Thats right...my mouth is dry." Bakugo, with a little struggle stood to his feet and looked ahead.

His legs wobbled a bit and that only made him worry more. He looked ahead of the waves crashing harshly against each other. It was harsh and forceful, at some points it would slow down and then start back up again. It was loud with each crash but it brought a strange peace of mind. Beaches could be entirely sand...that would be a nightmare. The ocean was as frustrated as he was it seemed.

"I feel you.." he whispered to himself as he swiveled his head to the side.

There were so many...trees. As far as he could see there were only Trees and sand it seemed. The Island was long. The trees were tall and the air was dry, but not so much he felt he was suffocating. His stomach churned as if it Hadn't seen food in days...and that could very well be the case.

"It'd probably take at least a day to see the curve of the island." He thought to himself as he glanced around at his surroundings. His knees wobbled slightly and he fell to the ground with a soft thud.

"Stupid fucking legs...Is there anything to even eat?!" He shouted as loud as he could, startling birds cocooning themselves in the crooks and branches of nearby trees. Maybe someone would hear him.

Bakugo gripped his head in anger, this was all too much.

"Think! Think! Think! FUCKING THINK!" He yelled.

This sucked so much, so so much. He was truly alone. Yesterday...or maybe last week..last month? This would've been a dream for him. He could spend time planning and studying to become the number one hero, though he'd never admit that it was something he had planned out- As far as anyones concerned being number one was natural for him of course.

But...how could he be number one if he's the only one? That surely doesn't fucking count.

All of his emotions came crashing down at once. Where was he anyways?

Katsuki Bakugo was 18 years old when he found out he was on Nabu Island.