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A Smile Said Goodbye

Fandom: Bnha / Mha Paring: Bakugo x Reader Rating: 14+ Words: 1k244 Warnings: Strong Language, toxic relationship, references to sex, angst, breakups, manipulation. A/n: Bakugou and Y/n were together, even when they probably shouldn’t be-- and they both knew it.

      The streets of Shinjuku had a special place in Y/n’s heart. Having grown up in a nice apartment near the heart of the city, Shinjuku itself became a close friend. Night time had already fallen when she found her seat at her favorite out-door seating cafe on one of the busier streets. The neon lights lit up the sky, mixed with the fog that came with a bustling city. 

She sipped on her americano, taking great pains to make it last. She wasn’t sure how long it would be before she could come to this place again. 

“I’m here,” 

He placed a kiss on her temple and sat across from her, presenting a bouquet of roses on the table, and instinctively placing his hand on top of hers. She withdrew from under him and brought her hands to her lap- “We need to talk.”

“What’s the matter? Why do we need to talk here of all places?” He scrunched up his noes at the loud strangers walking around them and the trafic not far away. 

Y/n didn’t tell him that her childhood home was nearby, and that she planed on spending the night in her childhood room. That was hardly how she wanted this conversation to go.

Y/n had learned from past trials and errors. She knew not to try at his home, where he had complete control and could tempt her into bed and make her stay until months later when her courage came back. 

As easy as it was to fall back into their routine, Y/n knew she needed change. He needed it too- they both needed to get out of this relationship. 

“Bakugo,” his eyes snapped to hers at the formal address. The inner parts of her eyebrows rose in misery, “Kastuki..”

His mouth went dry and he froze- knowing exactly what was happening. “No,” he shook his head, “Whatever it was we can fix it. We can do it together.” He looked at Y/n and saw her for the first time in a while. Her shoulders were drawn forward- her chin tilted down. She looked so small, like she was trying to disappear. Did he ho that?

“There’s nothing we can fix, Katsu.” She looked in his eyes and saw her fragile 16 year old boyfriend, not her 27 year old partner. He searched her face for something, for anything.

Y/n had used her quirk on him the moment their eyes met. He searched and searched her face for a sign, just a hint that she saw something in them worth salvaging- something in him worth saving.

And, though tears were coming down her face and her heart was breaking, Bakugo saw nothing but a passive and heartless girl. “We were supposed to have everything,” angry tears boiled in his eyes, “we were supposed to be forever and what- you’re just throwing that away?”

Y/n’s lip quivered, but she managed to hold in the whimper. “We’re not made for that and you know it,” she looked at him in semi-disbelief, “You must know that.”

He shook his head violently, glaring at her- “I’m trying so hard Y/n! Please just, just see that I’m doing my fucking best! Cut me some slack because I-” his voice cut off and grew much softer, “I’m nothing without you.”

Y/n winced. “That’s why we can’t continue, Katsu-” she shook her head to remember her resolution- “when we’re together we depended on one another. I’m not me, you’re not you. And, when we try to be ourselves,” she whimpered at the memories, “we hurt each other.”

Bakugo was beyond embarrassed he was the only one crying- but him pride meant nothing when he was faced with the end of everything. He remembered exactly what she was talking about. All the fights, the compromises, the anger, the pain, the tears, all of it-- but wasn’t that just a testament to how strong their relationship is? “No, no you’re wrong.” He spoke loudly so the bustling street wouldn’t drown out his voice as much as his doubt drowned out his thoughts, “We’re meant to be together. Hell- we’re practically soulmates.”

“You did nothing wrong, Bakugo.”

His attention snapped back to her face- still clean of any emotion.

“You loved me so much, you were such a good boyfriend-”

“Then let me stay.”

Y/n could feel his desperation, feel the pain in his voice. It made her shutter, but she knew it was for the best. She could see it, see him with a nice girl who complimented him-- someone who never made him cry or breakdown. Someone good for him.

So, she shook her head. “You need to find someone else, Katuski.”

He protested, declaring his love for her. “You’re the only one for me, the only girl I want in my life. Nothing else, no one else.” He fixed his posture and looked composed, “We can do this. We can fix this.”

She bit harshly on her tongue. “I’m already gone, Katsuki.” 

He started- “What,” his voice cracked startled by the small smile that pulled on her lips like a guilty secret, “What do you mean?”

“Move on.” 

She disappeared and hopped out of her seat before he knew what had happened.

“Damnit!” He screamed, waving his arms around in hopes of touching her. He wasn’t sure how long ago she’d charmed his eyes, made him see things that weren’t as they were. How many things had happened while his eyes lied?

“Damnit, damnit, dammit!” Tears flowed down his face, making him scream from the pain and nausea as the nitroglycerin from the tears hit his eyes. “Don’t go!” He fell to his knees, punching the pavement. 

I’m so sorry, she wanted to say, but Y/n knew a single noise that didn’t comply with her forced delusion would break the illusion she constructed,  I’m so sorry, my love, my treasure, my soul’s mirror- my Katsu.

Y/n’s remaining family in Shinjuku didn’t question why she had an impromptu night at their house, nor did they address the sobbing from her room. They said nothing and asked no questions. Though some chalked it up as pro hero on the top ten list stress, a few recognized the look of heartbreak when they saw it.

She curled into a ball on her childhood bed, pink sheets tangled between her limbs as she starred emptily out the window towards the neon lights radiating from the streets. 

Goodbye Katsuki, a tear rolled from her left eye, across the ridge of her noes, and into her right, please understand. Please forgive me.

Y/n woke up in the morning, eyes swollen and cheeks flushed. She silently ate the breakfast prepared at the table. Breaking up with someone you still love is one of the most painful things she’d ever done, but she knew it was the only way. Y/n felt bad about many things, but she hoped, in time, she’d forgive herself for this. Forgive herself for wanting more than perpetual heartbreak and heartbreaking. She wanted better for herself, but really she wanted better for him. 

He deserved someone who never made him question his worth, someone who made him see things to love about himself, not someone who made him want to change into something he wasn’t. He needed someone who made him strong, not someone who crippled him. He needed an equal in love. She takes a sip of her too strong coffee, I just wish it could have been me.

Misery’s Tango

Fandom: Bnha / Mha Paring:  B. Katsuki x Reader Rating: 14+ Words: 1k28 Warning: Swearing, Alcohol, reference to sex, a little spicy dancing, mentions of bruises/ implied manhandling A/n: A short drabble for two lovers meeting again, dealing with the love they ended and can never get back

Dorris Day was officially getting old. The second her song started the ballroom was filled with partners gazing into each others eyes with a sickening form of endearment. It made her want to puke.

The Hero’s Gala was an annual event that served to honor the brave protectors of Japan and thank them for their hard work, presenting awards and opportunities. Y/n used to love going- getting dolled up to dance her feet raw with a prince charming she’d never meet again. She adored it really, every second was a dream to her.

Now, though, she felt cold. Her beautiful designer dress had been the talk of the night, the well-placed slit and plunging neckline had shaped her as a goddess, but it did nothing to protect her from the chill of the air. 

She swirled her red wine around her glass and tried to think of how many she could drink to heat her up but stay presentably sober. The sudden drop of a suit deep grey jacket around her shoulders jolted her back to awareness, and her face softened at the new company. 

Awkwardly standing next to her but not meeting her eyes, Bakugou scowled. “You’re such a dumbass. It’s the middle of winter and you didn’t bring a fucking jacket.”

She smiled softly and purely at the flush dancing along his cheekbones, “It’s been a long time, Katsuki.”

He hid the sudden hiss he released upon hearing his first name from her crimson lips, pretending not to melt at the way they shaped around the symboles. “Y/n.” Bakugou was breathless, whispering her name like a prayer to the goddess of life, begging for a moment longer to keep the atmosphere as elegant and familiar as it was.

“You look good.”

Her smile struck him in the soul, and he tried not to cry as she repositioned her body to face towards him- a habit she’d picked up when they were dating. It made him feel so important, like he was her sun. 

“So do you.”

Y/n fought to keep the pleasant upturn of her lips, but his strained voice was enough to make her cry. Still, he did look good. He’d cut his hair- shaved the sides while the top was fluffed back. He looked more than good, he looked heavenly. 

She blinked openly at the upward placed hand in front of her, blinking at Katsuki. She waited until he spoke- “Let’s dance?”

Say yes he wanted to cry. Dance with me, let me hold you- let me pretend for just a little longer.  He was sure he only needed one more second, one more night for it to be okay. Just one more hit of her addictive smile, her haze of affection, the high off her lips- just one more time and he’d quit for good. 

A bigger smile pulled on her lips and Bakugou suddenly couldn’t breathe- “I’d love to.” 

The sudden upturn of music didn’t go unnoticed- as their song started to play. Sway had been the first song they danced to together. A college party they were both a little too friendly at. 

Taking her place in front of him with her back turned- her breath hitched as one of his hands settled on her waist. The trumpets sounded off as they began moving- her hands drifting from his neck to his hair, trying to distract herself from his touch. 

Stepping in line with one another, Bakugou tried not to cry as her nails scrapped dully at the nape of his neck. The music worked up to signal the dip Y/n swooped into- clenching her eyes shut to stop herself from reacting to the hot breath against her neck. 

Pulling her up, Y/n twisted into a spin remaining connected only to his fingers. Tugging gently, he guided her back against him as they waltz across the dance floor. 

His eyes were blown with desire, his hands moving against the jacket he draped around her- regretting putting that layer between his hands and Y/n’s skin. 

I’m going to die here. Y/n’s eyes were glazed over as she fought to control her breathing, failing pathetically. He entangled his fingers into her hair as he swooped her backwards- a reminder of how flexible she was. 

Relying purely on muscle memory, Bakugou was taking in every moment he could- not wasting a single second. The music filled the air- the eyes surrounding them were unnoticed as the pair moved together. 

When Y/n’s leg wrapped around his a deep and craving moan came from his throat. He lifted her up across his chest as the dance called for, moving his hand a little higher than necessary- completely worth it for the whimper he received in return.

Each step was a moment closer together- each twirl an act of devotion. Like the sun and moon they circled each other. Like Hades and Persephone they doted on their affection, only to be separated at a moment’s notice. Like Icarus, Bakugou moved closer to his light. Like Catherine, Y/n felt her soul once again join with its identity. 

But the sun melted his wings, and Heathcliff was left without her. The song ended with them against each other- panting and delirious. Their eyes were locked and, just for a second, Katuski leaned down for a kiss. 

“Bakubro.” Eijiro’s voice called out rapidly approaching the frozen pair. Was that disappointment in her eyes? He wondered.

“Y/n/n!” Momo smiled pleasantly, wrapping her arm around Y/n’s. 

They were ripped apart by their worried friends, and, while they both knew it was for the best, they couldn’t help but look over their shoulders.

Could we have worked out? Y/n would think during her hot bath when the night was over- her hair in a bun and feet kicked up against the rim, a familiar crimson wine in her hand. 

What did we give up? Not even Kirishima could pull Bakugou from his thoughts that night, as he drowned himself in ‘what if’s’ and ‘could have been’s.’

Their love was fated for tragedy- romance painted from bruised skin and regret-soaked pillows. A tragedy, Y/n mused as she settled into her plush comforter, how melodramatic.

Chains

B. Katsuki x Reader

S U M M A R Y:

Bakugo and Y/n had their chance in high school-- after one fight too many they decide that it’s just not worth the strain their relationship puts on them. Now, years later, Y/n is the number two hero in Japan behind Midoriya and comfortably ahead of Todoroki. Bakugo, number four, has since realized the mistake he made as a teen. Y/n’s in a long term relationship, adored by the citizens of Japan, and stronger than he ever had been. It’s only after one of his suit techs switches companies that he talks to her again for the first time in six years.

W A R N I N G S:  Harsh Language, Alcohol, Abuse, Toxic Relationships, Manipulation, Smut (Marked with an *), cheating, depression, and death.

M A S T E R L I S T

Time Stayed Still- (Coming Soon)

Like Coming Home- (Coming Soon)

Behind Closed Doors- (Coming Soon)

I Know You Don’t Love Me (Just Set Me Free)*- (Coming Soon)

Chained Down- (Coming Soon)

Falling Through The Cracks- (Coming Soon)

Take Me Hand (And I’ll Pull You Through)- (Coming Soon)

You Say I Lied (But It Was The Truth)- (Coming Soon)

Holding On (After All This Time)*- (Coming Soon)

When My Heart Beats (It’s Still For You)*-   (Coming Soon)

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