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Izuku, but angst + you die during the war arc :((

he never got to tell you he loved you.

maybe it’s trivial, how this keeps him up at night. considering everything that him and his classmates had been through over the past few months, he should feel relieved that finally- he can have a safe nights sleep.

but the burn of regret in his stomach is too much- it’s overwhelming- suffocating.

everyone feels it- the weight of your passing, the space you left empty, but izuku especially. your close relationship was something your classmates were aware of- their words of condolence and comfort are constant.

he can see the look in peoples eyes when your mentioned, how the room goes silent and heads turn to him. he wishes it would all just stop.

the publicity of your death haunts him- the live recording of your final moments played on repeat as he struggles to sleep. he watches as you take your final blow, the fight in you still there until the very end. before he watches as the colour drains from your face- the light lost in your eyes.

he never got to tell you he loved you.

he hopes that you knew- even if he hadn’t said it explicitly. you had to have known, surely. maybe he only convinces himself that to keep himself sane.

he misses everything about you- your voice, your laugh, your smile. not a day goes by that he doesn’t mourn your passing.

your grave is never empty of flowers, he makes sure of it. even if he struggles to go himself at first. he gets bakugo to drop them off at your grave on his runs before he builds up the courage to visit you.

when he does eventually visit you he’s a mess, his friends a couple meters behind him as he reads your name in the stone for the first time.

it’s as though it all breaks at once- unable to hold himself up he falls to his knees, hands gripping the material covering his thighs as he chokes back a sob.

it’s weeks after your death when izuku finally visits your grave, it’s then when it really hits him. the true weight of your last breath falls heavy onto his shoulders— your never coming back.

and you never knew that he loved you.

Hi! How are you? I'm not sure if you're okay with angst but I am in a dark place right now. TW! Death of a animal.

Last Thursday, I had to make the toughest decision of my life. My dog of 12 years who I loved dearly was suffering with fluid surrounding her heart and lungs. She was dying in my hands at the vet and there was nothing I could do to save her except putting her to sleep. I'm still 19 and my parents didn't want anything to do with it so I made the call right there and then. It still haunts me seeing her dying in front of my eyes and I just would really love if...I don't know have a Bakugo X Reader where he comforts and helps reader through this tough time... Maybe moments where she comes home and from the happy barking she got used to nothing, or when she gets up for a glass to drink she goes to pet her and there's nothing.

If not, It's okay and I hope you have a wonderful night/day! :)

Oh gosh! You got lost in my inbox bby I'm so sorry :(

I hope I'm not too late to make you feel a little better, and I hope you can forgive me for taking so long :(((

I put your ask first in line to make as soon as I saw it <3

Masterlist <3

Warning: Death of an animal...

Bakugou x Reader - Because she's not here

It felt so unbelievably... empty.

Losing her wasn't something you had expected, and it had been so sudden. You didn't even have enough time to say goodbye.

You had taken your dog to the vet for a checkup just because she had been acting a little... down. She was no longer as active and excitable, choosing instead to cuddle with you and spend most of her time laying down.

You thought maybe she had an infection, or the food just wasn't good enough for her, but when you found out there and then just how much pain she was in, the only choice you had was to let her go.

It was hard.

Seeing her eyes open for that last time... It was never something you thought you would have to see.

That night, you came home without your best friend.

You walked home in the cold, staring at the floor in front of you and, you don't remember when you got to your front door but suddenly you were there, key in hand as you prepare to spend your first night without her.

Your stomach and your chest hurt, and you couldn't even swallow through the lump in your throat as you rest you back against your now closed door, not even bothering to make it to the bedroom before sliding down to the floor.

The tears just wouldn't stop, not that you even tried to stop them yourself. Theres no wet nose pressing into your palm while you pet her, and there's no happy panting or the scrape of her nails against hardwood floor. It was just emty.

A part of your life is missing, and you don't even know how you could go on without her.

After a few hours of crying into your hands, mourning the loss of a part of your family, you finally get the courage to pull out your nearly-dead phone to call your boyfriend.

He answers immediately. It's currently 11pm.

"Babe?..."

It sounds like he's just woken up, but you know you can't do this without him, so you press on. He knows there must be something wrong for you to be calling this late.

Maybe it's just the exhaustion of crying so intensely, and the dull but heavy and painful pressure of heartbreak that's worn you down enough for you to call your boyfriend this late, but you need him, and he would never dream of refusing you.

The second you stutter out what's happened, he's already put the door, and he has to fight back his own tears so that he can be there for you. He had grown quite attached to her during the years he had been dating you, and had treated her like his own family.

"Shit-. Babe, ah- i-it's gonna be okay. You hear me? Oh-..."

Another wave of grief washes over you and you draw in a shaky breath, crying in big, uncontrollable sobs as your phone sits on the floor next to you.

That night, he holds you close and lets you cry into his chest until you have no more tears to give, and you pass out in his arms while he strokes your hair.

-

The next few days has Bakugou essentially living with you. He's there to greet you after work and to keep you company while you both grieve the loss of your friend.

It's so hard to come home, and you know you wouldn't be able to without Bakugou there, because it's just too soon to be face to face with the obvious emptiness of your apartment.

He helps you face it though, and he helps you move on. You couldn't ask for a better partner.

Through his tough exterior, he really does look after you, making sure to be there everytime you go to stroke your dog, only for nothing to be there, and every time you expect to be greeted by padded paws and a jumpy dog when you come back, he's there to say hello with a kiss and a hug.

This is how the two of you ended up living together.

You just weren't made to be alone. It's the one thing you're truly afraid of. Not the dark, not the boogeyman, not spiders, just the thought that you could truly be alone one day.

So he moved in with you, and it made it just a little easier to cope now that you had some more company, and someone to cuddle when you felt alone.

Together, you both tried to move on, and although the pain never really goes away, it's just a little easier to go on.

hiii !! i was wondering if u would write a comfort fic with a bakugo x gn!reader where theyre really struggling with taking care of themselves and gone down like a depressive spiral without him knowing until they finally just broke down. i was thinking the reader would have a telekinetic quirk and they never really used it before but they use it all the time to even do simple things. sorry this is so depressing LMAO but i love ur work !! 🖤🖤

Aw! Omg thank you <3 I'm so glad I have such devoted readers on here guys 😭 it really makes me wanna shit and sob and run laps rn abshdnakshbsnx

Also ofc I will :D

I love the angst so you bet imma make this as dramatic as possible

Masterlist <3

Katsuki x GN!Reader- Sink or Swim

You could tell it was getting bad again. You were hesitant to go to class or training, you no longer had any interests in your hobbies, even thoughts of your friends were interrupted by "you know they wouldn't care if they never saw you again."

And on top of that, it's was so, so hard getting out of bed in the mornings, and being motivated get stuff done. You had started being repeatedly late to class and you were skipping meals, convinced that after all of the minimal effort you've put in, you weren't deserving of a hot meal anymore.

You don't deserve a place in this school, and you don't deserve the title of a hero. You're just not good enough.

Almost every week you're introduced to yet another tragically disadvantaged youth who's given life and limb just to have a shot at being a hero, and you can't help but feel so undeserving. What use are you, even? The only quirk you have is telekinesis, and even then, it's really not very strong.

Your best friend and partner, Katsuki Bakugou, hasn't even realised just how bad things have been getting, and even though you know you're being a little harsh for expecting him to know when things are wrong even when you haven't talked about it, you can't help but feel a little upset.

During the next week or so, your foul mood only gets worse, and when you realise that your friends are actively trying to avoid you, that's when you break.

They were only giving you a little space because they thought you were having a rough time, and they didn't want to set you off since they knew they could be a rowdy group. It was Mina and Denki who thought it would be best, since they both haven't had the best of luck with sensitive people, and this proves it even more.

You spend the week stuck in your room, not coming to class and instead spending your time staring at the wall of your room, the drab, grey surroundings being a perfect match for what you're feeling.

It's Friday, and your room hasn't seen the light of day since Saturday. You've been crying every day into the soft plush that Katsuki won for you at a fair on his first try, despite your many attempts. You had refused to use your quirk because it wouldn't have been a real win. He'd found that kind of adorable. Stupid, but adorable.

Katsuki had come knocking on your door a few times, but every time you had sent him away with an "I'm sick, babe. I'll be better soon..." Or something along those lines. At this point though, he was at his fucking limit.

"Open the door before I blast it off its fucking hinges. Let me see you! You know being sick isn't a fucking excuse when we've got recovery girl! I've kept Sensei off your ass for a fucking week already, now let me see my fucking partner! I'm worried about you- you're not sick, did you think I'm some kind of dumbass?!"

Your bottom lip wobbles as you listen to him banging on your door. Of all things, you could probably learn to live with not deserving your dream carreer or your place in this school, but not him. The thought that you don't deserve him eats at you every fucking day.

He goes well above and beyond for you, and why? Because you're lucky enough to have caught his attention? It makes you feel physically sick to think about all of the other people out there that could give him more than you ever have. Maybe you should stop running from him though.

Ever so slowly, you get up out of bed, dressed in one of his loose shirts and a baggy pair of sweats. And when you finally open the door, Katsuki can really take in how much you've let yourself fall apart. You really do look sick, but not with the flu, and it breaks his fucking heart.

Immediately his eyes are glossed over and filled with remorse at the fact that he hasn't been here for you, and he opens his arms for you, ushering you into a hug that's far gentler than any other he's given you. It feels so good.

"Shit... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't here. Fuck."

"It's not your fault!"

He squeezes you tighter as you cry into his chest. It's times like these that you thank your lucky stars for being shorter than him, because it makes him the best person to hug, and one of his hands buries itself into your tangled hair as he pets you, slowly guiding you back into your room.

You couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend.

He spends the rest of the day cuddling you, your legs tangled together under the sheets while you nap and he watches over you. And you're not surprised when, the day after, he's forcing you to get up out of bed.

"Get up, lazy ass!"

"Noooo!-"

It makes a rather comical picture as he's got one hand around your ankle while you mock tears and cling to the bed frame, struggling against your much stronger boyfriend when he tries to drag you out of bed.

"Help me clean this ugly ass room! Dumbass! If you love me you'll help clean this pig sty!"

"God! Fine! It's not that big a deal- please!"

He finally lets you go and gives you an unimpressed look, since you can't even see the floor in the mess you've let collect, and as you get up and trip over a sock, he only snorts in amusement, giving you that "I told you so" look.

He really does help to distract you from your feelings when you're with him, and every time you try to thank him for it you're met with a chaste kiss to the lips, which has you blushing and stuttering in seconds. He could never get tired of that sight.

I want to ruin my life and throw myself into an arc so uhh

Can i request class 1-A but like outcast reader? Angsty yk where theyre always dismissed in training and forgotten

Oooo I like this one lmfao I want so desperately to make reader this feral little cicin mage like from genshin 😭 buts gonna be gn

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 <3

𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 1-𝐀 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) - 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤

Aizawa was starting to become a little worried about you. He had been so busy with Shinsou and his problem children to focus much attention and direction to the rest of the class. Every time he would try to work on it, yet another calamity would occur and force his attention back on the main parties.

He was working on this little flaw of his, continuously checking in with and directing the others during training period. He never got to help you, though. It seemed that whenever he would look for you, you would drop from the face of the earth.

You were avoiding him.

You would sit on your lonesome in class and at lunch, with your head kept down. He's never once seen you exchange small talk. In all honesty, he's less worried about your physical capabilities, and more worried about your mental state. He has a bad feeling.

In reality, you just hated this class. Every day, someone would open their big, ugly mouth and out came nonsense that further convinced you of how undeserving they were of being at the top. You were only here because you were recommended. Your quirk isn't nearly as powerful or flashy, either. Why does everyone else get all the attention when all they do is fuck up and ruin everything?!

All of this comes to light during the next sparring period. You were towing on the edge of keeping up with one of the class' best, until you were unexpectedly knocked down. That was your last straw. How fucking dare he?

You were suffering a humiliating defeat as you sit on your knees on the floor, staring into the distance without focus, until your sight was infiltrated by the image of Midoriya. You hate that stupid brat. The hatred in your veins is only fuelled when he offers a hand to you and a pathetic smile.

Within a second, his hand is slapped away and the room goes silent.

"Get the fuck away from me. Fuck you."

The bite of your words is only dulled by the waver of your voice, and the tears in your eyes. Izuku is stunned, as is the rest of the class. Even Katsuki thinks you're overreacting. Kirishima steps in with a frown. "Hey, man... That wasn't cool-"

He's interrupted when you turn around and walk away, brimming with anger and frustration. How is he so much better than you?! You train every day and constantly home your skills, so how did he beat you faster than you could blink?

Maybe you were being a little horrible, but you've never learned how to offset your anger in healthier ways, so for now, you're happy taking it out on others.

Are you really that weak? Maybe, after everything, you're the one who doesn't deserve to be here...

How come they could always be nice to eachother, but they could never talk to you? Why were you ignored or given strange looks when you tried to open up? How come noone wanted to be your friend?

Aizawa, of course, figured you might react in such a way. Loneliness can easily turn into bitterness if you take your eye off it for too long. He needs to help you fix this.

He wants to keep everyone in this class for as long as he possibly can, and allowing you to exclude yourself any more than you have would be dangerous for everyone, including you.

It's with that, that he starts putting people in pairs for everything. He would force you to socialise if it was the last thing he did.

Every day you would argue with your pair, but it was worth it, because when you were offered kindness or compassion, no matter how reluctant you were to accept it, he could see that little spark in your eye. It was the kind of spark that made him aware of your guard dropping. You were actually starting to care about your classmates.

Obviously Toshinori immediately knew what he was doing when he saw Aizawa put you in a group of three since the class was uneven on a specific day, and he would offer up a smirk and subtle glance as if to say "wow, you finally got through to them".

He supposed that it's not your fault you don't know how to cope with your... Emotional baggage, much like Shouto or Katsuki, but he likes to make you very much aware that it's your responsibility to learn how.

When the day comes that you finally think to apologise to Izuku, the boy you've grown an annoying fondness for, he actually starts to cry. He's so proud of you for not staying emotionally constipated like Katsuki, that he actually floods the room and Aizawa has to open the window for him to violently sob out of so that the entire class doesn't drown.

Slowly, you start to grow a kinship with a few people in your class, and you grow especially close with your bubblegum haired friend Mina, and Jirou, who liked to do her part by teasing you out of your shell. Maybe, you could even learn what it's like to love and be loved back.

Doesn’t Hurt pt. 3

Tokoyami x Reader, Bakugo x Reader, Midoriya x Reader Warnings: Angst with a happy ending Requested by: @hains-j , @encryptedheartz , @nitricflame and an Anon who made me cry from being too nice, I love you all! Thank you so much for liking my writing, it fuels me to keep going

Part three to Doesn’t Hurt, where Y/n finally understands what a relationship is, and birds don’t belong to be locked in a pretty silver cage

AN: Death to Y/n (No y/n usage)

!Please Read!:   Part One   Part Two 

Edited: feb. 29 2024

          They say that the heart was made to be broken. It was stuffed down your throat in every bad poem you’d had read, in every story that never knew when enough was enough, it was a bitter pill that was overused. And yet, it had slowly started to make sense.

As you laid down in bed with Katsuki by your side, you could feel ice start to form over your heart. It was like frost over a window, and it took less than an hour for the cold to be all you could think of. Why am I so cold, when I used to burn for you?

You’d spoken to Fumikage again the night prior, and it was almost like your mouth became a faucet, and the droplets of words turned to a steady stream which couldn’t be shut off.

He had you inside one of his largely oversized sweatshirts, and you couldn’t have stopped yourself from leaning deeply into his heat.

“You’re so warm,” you’d whispered, leaning into his shirt-covered chest. It vibrated heartily as he chuckled. You’d gotten used to each other’s presence, and, while it had taken a long time, things were so comfortable the first names just seemed to flow. After all, how long can you stay acquaintances with someone you’ve shared a bed with? 

“You know you’d be a lot warmer if you dressed for the weather,” he’d whispered; it hadn’t taken long for Tokoyami to figure out that his new midnight friend was shocked by loud noises. He had many theories as to why, but he never had enough evidence to feel comfortable asking you about them.

“Why would I do that if I have a personal furnace with me?”

“Hah! Sometimes I think that’s the only reason you keep me around,” he teased her rarely, but when he did it would catch you so off guard that you would have trouble getting serious again.

 “No- I keep you around because you’re the only person I think I can really talk to,” you had looked up at the stars, oblivious to the stares he’d leveled on the back of your head. 

If only he could tell you how he felt, he would cherish you like the muse he knew you truly were- he was so much better than the evil spirit you associated yourself with. But, for now, he would have to disguise his compliments as well as he could with friendship.

“You were breathtaking during your presentation today,” 

“Oh! Uh- thank you, Fumi! That means a lot coming from you,” a smile had taken over your face, and it was as bright as the stars you oh-so admired. 

Tokoyami loved it when you smiled. He brought his arms around both of your bodies, and he pressed them closer together, as he rested his forehead on the top of your head, leaning slightly to the side as to not hit you with his beak.

“Aww,” you cooed at him and nuzzled closer to his chest, “someone’s feeling awfully brazen tonight.”

“No, not brazen. Just cold,” He lied. He hated lying, but he couldn’t exactly tell you the truth now, could he? What would he say? ‘I know you’re in a relationship, but I think I’ve fallen so deeply in love with you that if you told me the sky was green, I’d believe you without a second thought, and I’m worried you don’t know how much power you hold over me,’ 

You would freak out, and he’d never be able to hold you again. You would stretch your wings and fly away, as you were already hovering just out of reach. He knew it was wrong, it’s immoral to covet another person’s treasures, but when they treat them like paper-weights, is it truly wrong to try and save them?

He kissed the top of your head, “You’re too good for anyone,”

“Are you anyone?”

“I don’t know, am I anyone to you?”

“This seems like a dangerous game,” you had sighed and turned around to face him. You knew that the moment you looked into his poisonous eyes you’d be hooked. His eyes wouldn’t let you go without a struggle. 

“You’ve never been one to walk on the path of easy decisions and smooth pavement,” he challenged you, daring you- begging you to say something, anything to prove he stood a chance. 

“I don’t know. I feel like I’m taking the easy route in almost anything I do nowadays,” 

He grabbed your hands and held them in his own, “You’re hurting, it’s natural to shield yourself from anything that could harm you further,”

You were rarely left speechless, but with his intoxicating words and deadly eyes, it was hard to form a response worth saying.

“I’m starting to think you’re a bad influence,” You whispered, and you put your noses together.

“Believe me, that was never my attention,” he tilted his head lightly, and he was so close you could feel his breath on your lips; you were sure he felt the same.

You looked from his beak to his eyes. If he had lips you doubt you could have have been able to resist kissing him, but you was given the opportunity to second-guess yourself. 

His crystal eyes shined through the clouds, like the beacon on the pier, they always seemed to beckon you closer. They dared you to sail towards them, it was almost like they held the secret to the world.

“I can’t kiss you, Fumi,” you whispered. You eyes had clenched shut, as you tried to stop the tears that were beginning to show themselves. You can’t do this, this isn’t you.

“Why not?” He asked, his heart was falling apart, and it felt like he was being burned.

“I can’t leave Katsuki, he’s done nothing wrong,”

“He’s done nothing right,” he interjected as soon as you finished talking. “You shouldn’t stay with someone who makes you doubt your worth,”

Your phone rang from inside you dorm. You ducked under his sweatshirt and sighed. 

“That’s him, isn’t it?” He asked. He wasn’t mad, just very frustrated. 

“I think…” You looked away from him, “You should go to your room.”

You left him on your balcony, and you answered your boyfriend. He watched as you shut the door, you didn’t lock it. Did she want me to ignore what she said and go in? Was this a test? Or did she really want me to leave? 

“Dammit!” He huffed before going up to his room. Why did he have what he wanted, what he deserved? Bakugo couldn’t keep you, does he not see how sad you are with him? A real man would leave on his own.

That night, four people cried themselves to sleep. A prince who lost his princess before he even had the chance to pull out his sword, a storm that destroyed the peace-wrecking everything it touched, a lighthouse that only wanted to guide the lost back home, and a white dove that couldn’t stretch its wings- forever trapped in her cage. 

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Bakugo’s hand rested on your waist as he slept. You had been watching a movie before he passed out, and he was un-budging. It always shocked you, how he used to keep you so warm.

He would hold you in private, as soon as you had a moment alone he would squeeze you tight like he never wanted to let go. It was such a powerful hug, that it almost hurt to let go. You had loved those hugs. 

Now there were no hugs, no stolen moments. Now he watched you freeze hogging all his warmth for himself. 

Could it be… that he gives his warmth to somebody else? No- you can’t think like that, Bakugo’s not a heartless cheater. He’s not you after all.

But was it cheating? Was it wrong? When Bakugo destroys everything you has created, how can you not learn to lean on the eyes that watch over you?

A soft groan snatched your attention. You looked over to the blonde boy, and he seemed to be stirring in his sleep. You quickly relaxed your body and shut your eyes.

He peered through his eyelids and reached out, running his fingers up your hip and the side of her torso and back down following the natural bend. 

“Babe, I’ve got to go,” he voice was so smooth, he was so close to having complete control over you, and he would never know. 

You hummed in response and stretched reaching your arms up. “Do you have to?” It came out as a whisper, and it was so soft that Bakguo’s heart fluttered hearing it.

“It’s past curfew,” He responded, getting out of bed and grabbing his school bag and jacket, which had been tossed on the floor when they were prepping for the movie.  

It’s now or never, girl! You’ll never get this chance again! 

“Katsuki?” You called out, almost regretting it when you locked eyes with him.

“Hm? What?” 

“I uhhhh,” Don’t lose your nerve, “I want to go on a date tomorrow!” 

“Sure,” He offered, has he always been so casual?

“Really?” It was hard to hide the surprise and disbelief in your voice, but your not entirely sure what you were expecting. 

“Yeah, of course. Why not?” He threw back, as he walked to the door. “Where do you want me to take you?”

“Somewhere sweet. I’d like to be able to hold your hand, so we could take the train across the region?”

“Anything for you. Goodnight babe, be ready by 6 tomorrow, I’ll see you then,”

“I’ll see you then,” 

Once he had shut the door, you started squealing in delight. You ran through outfits in your head, and a bright smile never left your face. You can’t remember exactly how long it had been since he had been taken out on a date, but it had been way too long.

Rejecting the offers that other boys had given you wasn’t something you had anticipated- you’d never thought that highly about yourself.

However, you grew to realize that class 1A truly did care about you, or at least they acted like it. It was strange to think people seek out your company, but the knocks on your door became a constant in your life, you became used to people coming to talk to you late into the night. 

You had grown accustomed to knocks on your door, but recently you haven’t been answering them. You’re not doing it consciously, but your late-night-chats with Tokoyami have taken you outside far more often, and you can’t hear the door from there. 

With the memories of the night before still present in your mind, you went and stood outside. You were out there for five minutes, and you grabbed a hold of yourself once again. You hadn’t felt cold outside for a long time- Tokoyami always kept you warm. 

Is he not coming? Did I ruin my chance to be near him? Can I even blame him for not wanting to be with me?

Though it might be harsh- as all things were when you were talking about yourself- you looked out to the stars, and you couldn’t pinpoint when things became so messed up; it was so sudden, or maybe it was just like that the whole time. 

But one thing was different, Fumikage was different. He was always there for you, he would listen to you- keep you warm. He was so different than what you was used to, and you would be lying if she said that she didn’t love it. 

He was so warm and so present. It never felt like he was shying away from you without reason, and you learned to bask in the light he shined on you, but there are two sides to every coin, and this was no exception. You could never get too used to him, because at the end of every day, you are with Bakugo, and the cycle continued. 

You rested your head on your palm and sighed. Why couldn’t something go right? And just when all apparent hope was lost-

“You know if I’m going to have to stop spending time with you at night, you’re going to have to invest in a sweatshirt,”

And you couldn’t bring yourself not to smile. And Fumikage couldn’t bring himself to look at you. 

“If you could have anything,” you whispered, “If the world was your oyster and you could do anything,” tears started to fill her eyes, “what would you do?”

He paused- the thought had never crossed Tokoyami’s mind. Why was she so strict in how she used her abilities?

“If every time you had said out loud ‘I wish-’ and whatever followed came true, how different would your life be?”

You had never been so serious with your words- and it caught him far off guard. Millions of thoughts ran through his head, and he couldn’t bring himself to say any of them.

“What is it that you wish, princess?” He finally approached you, grabbing your elbows and looking deep into your eyes.

“I can’t say it,”

“Why not?”

“Because,” your heart broke just a little more, “If I say it out loud, and it’s not already true- than I will have ruined one of the most important moments of my life,”

He paused and bit his tongue, “I hope my love is what you wish; because, you possess it completely,”

“I’m dating Bakugo,” you whispered soft enough that he almost didn’t hear it.

“And yet you love me,”

“Who could love a cheater?”

“We haven’t even performed the most innocent act of romance, how could you have been unfaithful?”

“Cheating with the heart will always hurt more than cheating with the body- I've betrayed more than our relationship I took advantage of his trust.”

“Than break up with him, so I won’t make a cheater out of you,”

“You say that like it’s easy,” and to him, it was the easiest thing- he loved you.

“It will be,”

“He loves me,”

“Then where is he?” Yes, it was a low-blow, and Tokoyami knew it. You had told him on many occasions that you wished her boyfriend would stand outside with her in the cold, but Bakugo thought it was stupid and a waste of time. He used to, he’d even met you on one of your sky-watching sessions. It hurt to think that he would use their past conversations against you, but where was he wrong?

“He’s probably asleep,”

“Then you should sleep, so that you may do one last thing as a couple before he loses the title,” The woman he was completely in love with just told him he has a chance, and he will never forgive himself if he ruins this.

“That’s harsh,”

“If love be harsh with you, be harsh with love,”

“Did you just misquote Shakespeare at me?” You couldn’t stifle the small laugh that escaped your lips. Fumikage always had a way to make you smile at the most peculiar of times, and trust him to throw the charged tension for a loop.

“Perhaps I did,” He teased you lightly, and shook his head. 

“If I broke up with him, if tomorrow night I was out here by myself, and every other night from now to eternity, would you keep your warmth for yourself? Would you get sick of me? I’m so fucked up, I don’t even know what a secure attachment style is. How long am I going to hurt like this?”

Tears had regathered in your eyes, and your lips had fallen to quiver. Your body shook, and it would never be known if it was from the cold in the air or the cold in your heart.

“Quote the raven,”

“Hah,” you wiped your tears with the palms of your hands, “You read poetry?”

“Only the good kind,” he thought back, and he knew their first encounter like the back of his hand. Had your lips been as prominent back then as they did now? Were you crying then too?

Your eyes flickered between his crimson eyes, as you searched for a sign, anything that told you that he wanted this too. He stepped closer, and his breath hitched. Was this finally happening?

They were an inch away from each other, and you drew your lip between your teeth, as Fumikage put his forehead on yours.

He murmured your name.

You hummed in acknowledgment, and you locked eyes.

“I love you,” he took a breath in before lacing his fingers into your hair, and he pulled you a little closer, and you kissed. Your shared heat shielded you from the painful cold that was biting at your skin. Time seemed to stop as you basked in each other’s warmth.

Even as his eyes were closed, your crimson lighthouse had finally done their job, you were home. You were hidden by the dark as night cloaked the world. And, in your own little bubble, you missed your ringing phone. And, in their own little bubble, you never heard the storm knocking on your door. 

And so, as the clouds give way and the thunder travels further and further away, the ship had managed its way to the lighthouse. And the princess had been freed from her tower while the prince laid in bed, broken and alone. And the pretty little dove was saved by a raven, and together they spread their wings and flew away.

And, with all things considered, can you really blame a person for getting involved, if it was love? Even if they knew someone could get hurt? Even if the dove is already in a cage, is it really so wrong to want to fly alongside her?

You held Tokoyami close that night, and you stayed together until early morning. Until the birds began to chirp and the owls had fallen asleep, and you finally realized that being in a relationship doesn’t have to hurt to be real.

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I hope you all enjoyed this three-part series! It took a while to finish, but I am overjoyed with the support you all have shown it! 

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.

And She Cried When The Sun Came

Fandom: Bnha / Mha

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader

Rating: 16+

Words: 951

Warnings: Major Character Death, Angst, Coping, OOC Uraraka, several references to sex, swears, sl*t shaming

A/n: A self indulgence angst, cringe in a way but it’s what I wanted

Remastered: Aug.9 2022

“Hey Y/n-- It’s me again. Izuku. Just uh, well, just wanted to say we’re still thinking about you. I know it’s really hard but we’re here for you. That’s all-- see you soon.”

“Hi Y/l/n, this is Yaoyarozu. I just wanted to let you know we’re all here for you. Call if you need anything.”

“Y/n!” Ashido cheered, “Let’s go out tomorrow! I hate thinking about you all alone in that huge condo of yours. Let me know!”

“Hey Y/n...This is Shoto. I know it’s hard but It’ll get better. I swear.”

“Y/n, get your cute little ass out of that apartment! Katsu wouldn’t want this. If I know my son, he’d throw a bitch fit if he saw you sulking. Come to dinner with me, my treat. I love you, sweetheart.”

Y/n stayed on her couch, covered in about three blankets wrapped carefully as a cocoon to shield her. She didn’t exactly know what she was shielding herself from, but she knew she needed protection.

Her answering machine read out these messages multiple times a day, all from people who knew her fiance.

“Don’t listen to those extras,” Bakugo scoffed, leaning against the wall across from her, “take your time princess.”

"Shut up." She rolled onto her side, facing the cushions, "what do you know? You're dead."

He faded away, like he always did. The first time Katsuki appeared in their home he was looking out the window and Y/n started to cry-- when he vanished she broke down into messy sobs. Now, her cold eyes were hardened. And she was numb, so very numb.

Three knocks resonated through her apartment, stirring her from the comatose state which rolled over her in waves after a sleepless night.

“Y/n, sweetie? It’s Uraraka and Izuku!” 

“Y/n, we brought some food over.”

She didn’t move. She couldn’t move.

“Y/n?”

“It’s okay! We’ll just leave it at the door for you.”

Time moved on, and eventually, his name vanished from the tabloids. Memorial candles burnt out, food spoiled, and the memory of Ground Zero slowly faded away into a hazy fever dream. 

To her credit, Y/n did put in an honest effort to move on. Truly, she did what every therapist, self-help book, pretentious podcast told her to. She cleaned herself up, took regular showers, ate health, redecorated some, contacted her old friends, did everything she could. 

But no book could tell her how to handle the nights she laid alone, shivering in the bed that used to be so full. No motivational speaker could tell her what to do when she turned to look at her husband and find nothing there. What to do when she's walking down the street and her hand keeps flexing because it's so use to being held that the air feels forighn in her palm. Everything felt so empty now. Her apatite was large yet unsatisfactory, her joy felt superficial, even the pain inside felt lacking. 

So she did what anyone would do.

“Your place or mine?” Y/n whispered against the lips of a new stranger, eyes locked up with theirs while tugging her lip between her teeth.

And don't you dare blame her for it.

She loved when they said “Mine,” getting to go somewhere else, be someone new. She loved being a person who wasn’t destroyed over Bakugo Katsuki. 

But when they said “Yours,” she still took them home. She peeled off the layers of clothes piece by piece until they were both naked and yet completely covered from one another.

There was her line.

Her body was free for her to give, to use in any way that brought her comfort. Her soul however, belonged only to Katsuki. She’d lay bare for no one but him. 

When it got around the group that Y/n had been leaving behind a string of one night stands, it was a mixed reaction. Some nodded in understanding, others closed their eyes in a disappointing acceptance. A few, though, were disgusted.

“How could you do this to him?” 

When Ochaco came to her door Y/n was surprised. They hadn’t spoken directly ever, and she only visited with Midoriya by her side, never alone like this.

“What did I do?”

Her face contorted, eyes narrowing into a hateful glare-- “Bakugo loved you and this is how you repay him?”

Y/n’s face returned to a hazy state of numb nonchalantes. 

“You sleep around with the entire region? Talk about loyalty.”

A moment of silence passed between them.

"I mean come on! At least give him the courtesy of a year with your legs closed do we can pretend you gave a shit about him! He was my friend!" 

“I’ll give you five seconds to leave before I call security to drag you out.”

“What’s the matter with you?”

Her straight lips broke into a snarl-- “Fuck you,” she took a step back. “Fuck you and your ‘I brought you food!’ Fuck you and your ‘Sweetie!’ Fuck you and the fake ass sympathy, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!”

Blood fell from her palm, where nails had pierced through the skin. “You don’t have the right to tell me how to cope! You don’t get to have a fucking opinion, Uraraka! You don’t get to! You’re fucking husband is alive and well, a hero loved by everyone who’s gonna go down in history as the most overpowered saint to fucking live, so fuck off! You have no clue what it’s like!”

She scoffed, “Obviously it’s not affected you as much as you like to pretend it did.”

Her hand flew of its own accord, striking the hero in front of her. 

“I don’t owe you an explanation.” She shook her head, letting her anger die in her throat and suffocate the words that came with it. Y/n’s face returned to a passive state, “I don’t owe you anything.”

The door closed between them, and she never saw the floating hero again. 

Bodies still moved against her own, when the nights were too cold. She still grasped on to as much heat as possible, still let people she didn’t know into their her home. And still, tears watered her pillow when the sun came up on another day without him in it.

So yes, time still moved on without the past number two hero; but Y/n didn’t.

Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Category: angst, fluff

Warnings: cursing

A.N This was originally supposed to be done much sooner, but i'm just lazy like that, so here u go. Huge thanks to @velvet-kissesss for editing this so fast!! 🥰🥰

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You tried to look away from the mirror, from your reflection that reminded you of everything that was going to happen just a moment later.

You focused on the wallpaper - blue hues were painted into the shape of waves that looked as if they crashed here, forever trapped in one moment. You couldn't help but feel the same, trapped in a moment that you couldn't escape.

You took in the view of the creaky old floor with an expensive yet tattered pattern of golden flowers. Your eyes drank in the view of small rays of sunshine that seem to bounce from one place to another.

As much as you wanted to avoid it, your body seemed to betray you as you turned to fully face your reflection. You looked flawless. Although it was a true irony as it was the most miserable day of your life. A most miserable day yet, probably.

The strapless white dress was made from the softest of materials, it reached the floor and resembled dove wings while hugging your figure perfectly. A corset was adjusted to make your waist look impossibly thin but it only made your burning lungs even harder to fill with air.

Lifting your head up, you put two fingers on your tear ducts to try contain tears from spilling and ruining your too flawlessly done makeup.

You didn't want this. Any of this. You didn't ask to be born with a powerful quirk. You didn't ask to marry a man with quirk that was deemed 'compactable' with yours to make perfect, hero worthy babies when combined.

All you ever wanted was to finish U.A with the best grades and then become a hero. To save people, to help those in trouble and to always be an inspiration for heroes yet to be.

You blinked. Then blinked a few more times. Sorrow clouded your mind, making you relive your happiest memories on replay again and again, as if your mind wanted to torment you - to put 'that's what you're losing' right in your fucking face.

You reminisced about your first meeting with a certain blonde-haired boy. You recalled your first date, looked back on the first kiss and awkward first sex. Your searches for an affordable apartment for starting heroes like you two and your late night talks. Everything. Everything was bright and clear in your mind.

You hated them. You hated them for forcing you into this. You were powerful, hell, they wouldn't of been able to make you comply. That's what you thought at first but... when they threatened to hurt Katsuki, everything was done.

All the stubborness, all the mean things you had to say and an offer to shove that proposal up his ass was erased as if it never even crossed your mind.

You could marry a man you didn't love. You could learn to live with the constant dolor of letting go your dreams and your career that had just started. You were fine with leaving your old life behind as long as... as long as he was safe. You loved him so much it hurt sometimes. You loved him so much that you could give up everything for him.

It didn't matter. Not anymore at least. You couldn't change your mind right now. Not when there were only five minutes left until the ceremony started. Five minutes until you stepped out there all dolled up with a fake smile as his companion, waving and smiling to all these people that thought you truly loved the man you were marrying.

Your dress was like dove wings... Ironic how doves are meant to be free, free to go wherever they want. Yet here you were about to be trapped by a fancy ring on your finger and your own words 'I do'.

You counted the minutes. Your heart thumping harder with every tick of the clock, almost as if it was threatening to burst through your ribcage.

When there were only two minutes left and you were struggling to calm yourself, you heard a silent knock on the door.

At first, you thought the knock came from the front door of the room. It could’ve been someone already inviting you to go, but no. It was at the emergency escape door.

You couldn’t even get to the door, almost tripping on your shitty fancy dress on the way when the door burst open and hit the wall.

There he was as real as in your memories - blond hair messy refusing to stay in any other style, his signature skull shirt and black sweats on, stance intimidating, his whole body tense and ruby red eyes radiating nothing else but pure fury. Bakugou fucking Katsuki.

Seeing him made you question your eye sight or even more, sanity.

"Katsuki-" you managed to blurt out, feeling light-headed.

"We're leaving, get out of the stupid dress." he commanded, not explaining anything further, just tossing you a pair of sweats and a hoodie. Your sweats and hoodie.

"What-? Katsu, we can't just do that, I-"

He snickered, looking at the clock then looking back at you.

"You think I'm just going to let you give your life to some shitty extra with a powerful quirk, just because he and your parents want to?" he asked, arms that were in his pockets beginning to shake, his muscular arms tensed. "Over my dead fucking body, and I'm really hard to kill, princess." he managed to make something similar to a smile. "Now hurry, we don't want to cause a scene." With every word of his, you were more and more stunned.

"But... but they're going to hurt you if I don't do this! I would kill myself if anything happened to you because of me!" you said, clenching your clothes to your chest as you tried to keep your tears at bay.

"Deku will become the number 1 hero before they hurt me, babe."

You wanted to believe him. Oh god how you wanted to believe him.

Damn, what made you think he could be defeated at the first place? Who made you so sure that you could just give your life to someone you hated? Not for who they were, but for simply taking the right to make your own decision away from you.

Katsuki's look was quite unreadable. A mix of anger, re-assurance and confidence.

He raised his much bigger hand, taking your own into his to brush your hand lovingly with his thumb.

At that moment, you got all the confidence you wanted. He was your future. He was the one you loved the most and Bakugou was the one that made you braver. The one who made you say,

"Fuck it... Let's go."

His eyes lit up, a cocky smile finding its way to his face as if he knew that this would be your final choice from the start.

You turned, asking him to unzip the shitty, fancy dress but the feeling of his hand on your back almost made you break into sweat. This was wrong.

This was dangerous. You stripped out of the dress, the smooth, expensive material falling to the ground as if was a useless piece of fabric made for cleaning the floor. It felt satisfying as if you had nothing to worry about anymore. As if it was the only burden that kept you from running away from your own wedding.

You sighed, your mind running so wildly in your head almost making it hurt. You knew that this was gonna end up badly but here you were, letting him untie the ribbons of the corset and finally being able to take full breaths while watching him throw it to the other side of the small dressing room.

"These fucking assholes really just made you wear that fucking shit? It looks like it could crush your fucking ribs." he commented, frowning.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, a slight sigh of relief escaping your lips knowing that the corset didn’t make you any more attractive to Bakugou.

You slipped on your sweats before Bakugou made you turn to him, looking you up and down, making your face flush red since you were standing just in your sweats and lacy white bra.

"So you put this fancy shit bra on just for that asshole?" he asked, hues of hurt and jealousy painting his voice a different color than what you were used to. “Were you planning to have sex with him?” he asked, tone as casual as if he was asking what was for dinner tonight. Still, the way his teeth were subtlety clenched made what he was feeling clear.

"Ah, I-"

Warm arms circled around your body, pulling you close against his heaving chest as you could feel the slight tremble of his embrace but didn’t say anything about it, not wanting to make him feel worse than he already felt.

You closed your eyes, wanting to stay like that. Not bothering about the time.

Katsuki littered your jawline with unusually soft kisses, tracing shapes onto the small of your back in calming motions.

His lips trailed down your neck, soft and loving pecks turned into a passion that would definitely leave a mark. You tilted your head back, giving Katsuki better access as you softly caress his hair, tugging it caused him to groan.

When he was so close you could smell the lingering smell of caramel filling all your senses, making him feel so real.

Your breaths were sharp and short and suddenly he bit down, making you gasp but he swallowed all your protests by putting his lips on yours with teeth softly biting your bottom lip, demanding entrance.

You immediately parted your lips, letting his tongue explore your mouth to fill it with the lingering taste of sweet rum he must’ve drank earlier, making your head dizzy.

His hands explored your waist, one going up to caress your clothed breast.

You buried your fingers deeper in his surprisingly soft hair, tugging it, making the kiss even deeper as your tongues were fighting for dominance. Neither of the two wanted to give each other the satisfaction of winning.

The need to breathe was pushed to the back of your mind, afraid that if you let go, everything you had at this moment will shatter. A lingering feeling of irrational fear made you afraid to open your eyes.

Finally, you two parted with string of saliva that connected your lips still it broke. You could almost hear him murmur a quiet ‘i love you’ in his usual gruff voice.

The dream you so desperately held on, the one that felt so real it made your heart throb, was broken by a loud ‘you may now kiss the bride’ from the priest. You could only catch the heartbroken gaze and bittersweet smile of Katsuki as you were kissed by a man you hated and the crowd broke into cheers.

You had the first dance, thanked all the people for congratulating you and cut the cake as you tried to look at your new husband as lovingly as possible. It was partly because of the look you had to keep up, but partly because you thought that if you imagined hard enough, you could almost pretend it was your Katsuki.

Soon you got tired of all the people and told your husband that you needed to get some fresh air.

It was already dark as you closed the door to the hall where the ceremony was held, escaping from everyone with only quieted down music that was the wouldn’t let you forget you about what was still happening inside.

The fact that there were no people out here made you feel lonely as you crept through the garden that was buried in the silent tones of some shitty pop song.

In distance you saw the small light of a lighter flicker and then the most handsome face, recognizable to the point it hurt, lit by a light of a cigarette.

With a few short strides you reached Bakugou. His expression was unreadable, top of his top unbuttoned and tie already untied.

“I thought you wouldn’t come.” you finally said, breaking the unbearable silence that lingered between you.

Katsuki let a line of smoke leave his mouth, looking you straight in the eyes,

“Yeah, I was surprised myself.”

Your gaze was turned downwards, almost in shame. You couldn’t look back into his ruby red eyes without a scorching red pain burning through every nerve of your body.

You didn’t say anything as you wrapped your hands around him, feeling him stiffen in your embrace. It almost made you jump back, your thoughts racing. Maybe he didn’t want to hug you. Maybe he didn’t want to even see you. Maybe-

That’s when he wrapped his arms around you in a protective manner, the smell of caramel with a hint of cigarette smoke taking you away. The feeling made yourself tear up.

Bakugou took a step back as soon as he felt your tears wet his shirt. You quickly tried to wipe every trace of them away, but he took the cigarette out of his mouth, stomping the butt and softly wiping your tears away with his thumb, his expression softening.

“Hey, hey, you okay?” his voice was so unusually soft it made you tear up all over again. You couldn’t answer his question. You were afraid that as soon as you spoke he would disappear all over again.

He softly took your face into his hands, his thumbs stroking the tear stained skin carefully.

“Y/N, please answer me.”

“Before he kissed me... before he kissed me I imagined you... we were kissing and you- you were so real and then-” you managed to whimper out before sobs rocked your whole body. Bakugou took you into his embrace, his arms wrapping around your body, one stroking the small of your back comfortingly. “You dissappeared. You said you’d run away with me and then- then you disappeared.”

Katsuki littered your skin with small kisses, making you wonder if the experience was real this time. It couldn’t be fake this time too, right? Everything felt far too real now, you could even hear the rhythmic sound of his heart thumping as he held you close.

“I’m real and I’m not going anywhere.” he assured, kissing the tip of your icy cold nose as you wrapped your trembling hands around his neck. “You said we wanted to run away in the dream you had, right?”

You managed to nod with the hot breaths of your lover tickling the skin of your neck.

“Well what if I told you that we can make that come true?”

Category: fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,414

Summary: After a bad breakup, you find yourself in the embrace of your best friend and things escalate quickly after that. 

Your phone was ringing again. This would’ve been the tenth time in the last fifteen minutes. You chose to ignore it, not even checking who it was, because you were sure that it was your ex disturbing you at such an ungodly hour.

You opened your eyes, lids as heavy as bags full of rocks. Sunshine shone as bright as ever but even brighter than other days while the constant breeze was just perfect and kept it from getting too hot. Even the birds outside were chirping, reminding you that they existed at 5am. It seemed like the day was going to be perfect.

It took ten seconds, if not less, for that bubble to be blown. The sudden headache was terrible and your shirt was still wet from tears, meaning you fell asleep for half an hour at best, probably not even for that long.

A shiver ran up your spine - even on a warm morning like this one you needed a blanket to feel comfortable.

You almost gave in to the wish to stay in bed for a whole day, doing absolutely nothing except watching some stupid reality TV and gobbling down whole tub of ice cream. But you decided against that.

You were broken in every possible way after your breakup. You screamed, you doubted your decision, you got drunk and then cried some more.

You couldn’t let yourself be like that cliche heartbroken TV show character anymore. Four days in a row of crying enough to fill rivers and eating enough ice cream to last a whole decade. Today was the day you ended that self-loathing cycle.

Warmed by the sunlight which slipped into your bedroom through the big glass windows without any curtains, your feet touch the floor.

You tried to reassure yourself that everything was going to be fine but as soon as you stepped the first step, your feet landed on a dirty lid of ice cream tub. Cussing out loudly, you hopped to the bathroom like you were playing classes or hopscotch.

After discarding your ice cream and tear stained pyjamas into an already full laundry basket, you relaxed into the bath. Setting the water temperature just right instantly made you feel better.

Warm water released the tension from your muscles and left you feeling so relaxed. You lay there for what felt like hours until a different ringtone was coming from your bedroom.

With a towel around your naked form, you made your way to the phone being careful not to step on any more lids.

The phone vibrated in your hand, the screen flashing with the name “ALIEN QUEEN xoxo” and picture of your best friend smiling widely while showing peace signs with both hands.

Without hesitation, you picked up.

“You finally picked up!” screamed Mina and you had to move phone a few inches from your ear, afraid that it will make you deaf.

Mina definitely had no such thing as inside voice, “I was scared!”

Oh, so that was the person that was calling you. Well, you were dumb to except your ex to actually give a fuck about you.

Hearing the tone of her voice full of worry made guilt shoot up your body. You could bet your ass that there were like 20 missed calls from her.

Shifting your weight from one leg to another, you listened to her ranting and scolding you like a child. You paced a few steps forward and back. To this day you couldn’t figure out why you couldn’t just sit still while speaking on your phone. It was truly a mystery that science couldn’t explain.

“Are you even listening to me?” Mina asks after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, I’m just...” you swallowed, breath hitching in your throat,

“My emotions are still all over the place” you explain, now observing your reflection in a dirty spoon you found on the table.

“You okay?” she asks with concern clear in her voice.

“I’ll be fine. Finally took a shower to not to look like a hot pile of trash anymore.”

Mina laughs and you feel a smile creeping up your face.

“Still hot, though,” she teases, “You wanna come to my place, watch a bunch of shitty movies and finally get over that asshole?” You can hear her smile and unintentionally smile wider yourself.

An answer leaves your lips way before you think through with it:

“Hell yeah!”

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Neon red lights in Mina’s living room casted weird shadows on the bright pink walls, making you even more dizzy than you already were.

Loud music was blasting while you swung your hips and moved your free hand (the other one was busied by a champagne glass) to the rhythm as the lyrics were blurring in your mind.

In the neon red light Mina looked like death, or, more like, deathly stunning. From the way she danced so passionately to the music, how her free hand constantly buried itself in her soft pink hair and to the way that her sparkly mini-dress hugged her toned yet soft body.

Hell, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol messing with your head or the pain of broken heart that was begging to be healed by anyone. You really weren’t that against anyone being that hot.

Mina grinned, white pearly teeth hugged by plush, glossy lips. Her eyes were half-lidded as her hand reached out to you, as if she was trying to pull you into her with some invisible power.

You felt like a mortal about to be seduced by a goddess.

“Dance with me?”

Maybe it was her invisible power, because soon your hands were on her waist with her own resting on your neck. One hand was running up and down your back as you both struggled to spin to the rhythm of the fast song.

You leaned closer to her, laying your head on her shoulder. Her hot breath burned like fire against your skin, sending shivers up and down your body.

She smelled like vanilla and fancy perfume and you felt as if you had been spellbound, closing your eyes and letting the moment carry you away.

Songs changed but two of you stayed in the same position. It was only your hand constantly reaching to touch her hair and Mina giggling from time to time, whispering words that you couldn't quite catch.

This was probably very wrong. Not the dancing, no, you were best friends but the thoughts you were having about Mina were wrong. Blaming the alcohol for mixing up your thoughts and your mental state after the breakup, you closed your eyes. Letting the music carry you. Letting yourself have no thoughts even if it was just for a second.

“Hey,” you raised your head, Mina gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face. She paused for a moment as if she wanted to do something more with her half-lidded mascara smudged eyes. You couldn’t read her expression, “Want to watch a movie?”

You didn’t really want that, but you hoped that after sitting down for awhile you‘d feel better. Or at least get these inappropriate thoughts that were clouding everything out of your head.

The neon lights were turned off as if that the party was over, and Mina turned on some channel on her huge tv. You weren't surprised about pricy, fancy stuff around her place anymore as she assured you that 'Hero work pays.'

“What do you want to watch?" you asked, trying to find a comfortable position on her bright pink sofa, littered with what seemed like at least a hundred pillows.

Mina mindlessly flipped through the channels with apathetic look painted on her face.

Then, she stopped.

"Oh, 'There's Something About Mary' is on!" Mina turns to you with a smile as bright as always on her face, "Have you ever seen it?"

You nodded of course. It was one of those rom-coms that was on tv quite often that you liked. You found the story of a hopeless geek still pining after his high school crush, funny and it was a good laugh from time to time.

"Great, then let's watch it!"

You were about fifteen minutes into the movie when Mina began to wriggle closer to you.

"Mind me?" she asked, as she delicately laid her head on your lap.

You felt your breath hitch again in your throat, swallowing, to not let your voice waver.

"No, no," you stuttered out, "Not at all."

She flashed you one of those dazzling smiles and went back to watching the movie.

You tried not to be so tense, but it was as if your body didn't want to listen to your commands.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even realise the ending credits playing.

"You know, I really don't like that plot about many guys pinning after one girl," Mina began, mindessly playing with the hem of your shirt, "But there's one quote in there that is basically my life motto, 'Who needs him? I’ve got a vibrator!'" she said those words with such enthusiasm, that you couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah."

You could almost ignore her slender fingers flushed against your hot skin. God, was it always so hot in this room?

It was so silent for a moment. You could hear your own heartbeat ringing in your ears.

Then she leaned closer. It seemed that she wanted to tell you something, a secret that was so sacred, that only you were allowed to know. As if curiosity got the better of you, you leaned in, forgetting the quote 'curiosity killed the cat', and then realised hat you were fully ready to endure that secret, as one would endure the pleasure of cold ice cream on a cold summer day.

Lips danced plush against each other, teeth clacking at the raw, sudden contact. You cought Mina's eyes widening, as if she wasn't expecting your response to this kiss.

All you could taste was mint gum. The smell of vanilla was so close, too. Not close enough.

Pushed by blinding desire and alcohol, your hands cupped her soft face, one running down her soft cheeks, not believing the texture as silky as that could be of someone's face and another found its way to her hair, pulling her even closer.

Colors and hues of emotions danced inside you, blue for the color of her dress and the sadness of your own mixed thoughts, yellow for the lingering smell of vanilla and your worry and red for the passion and that dangerous neon hue. That was her — stunning and absolutely deathly.

The need of oxygen made you pull away, only for a moment to catch a few deep breaths. Then you were grabbing her face again, pulling her in, feeling her already bruised lips with her own.

Mina moaned into the kiss, and after hesitating for a moment but getting assurance by the sudden soft pull at her hair, she let her hand travel under your shirt.

You let her do that as your own hands were lingering on her defined waist, hugged by the midnight blue mini-dress.

A soft bite to her lip before pulling away and then before you realised it, it turned into a full make out session.

It was perfect at that moment — like a shot out of a movie but then the bubble you were in broke. And you fell.

Mina pulled away, not letting you lean in again as her hands finding their way to her sides, almost shamefully.

A questioning look painted your features. You were confused. It all felt so good, why did you have to stop?

"...This is wrong," she managed to speak out, pushing you away.

You felt something sting inside.

"I don't follow, what do you mean?"

Mina sighed, standing up. It seemed that she wanted to add more distance between the two of you.

"Have you ever dated a girl, Y/N?"

"...No."

"Well, I have. I dated too many straight girls, who were just experimenting for fun. Enough of them. Enough of tearing my own heart out,"

The volume of her voice gradually grew and her hands crossed against her chest.

"But, Mina-"

"You're drunk, Y/N," she answered, not looking at you, "It'll be best if you pick your stuff up and leave."

Your hands were clutched against your chest, heart beating as if it wanted to leave your body.

"Mina..."

You stepped closer and she stepped back, still not looking at you.

Tears stung your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

"I always felt as if we were connected more than friends and then you started dating guy, after guy, after guy," Mina murmured, almost too quiet to hear, "And my high hopes were stomped. I realised there's no happy endings for girls who fall for straight girls, Y/N. No happy ending for girls like myself."

"It's not like that-"

Tears fell down her face when she finally looked up. Somehow, it hurt more than when she screamed at you.

"Go home, Y/N!"

"We can-"

"Go home, for fuck's sake! You're drunk, go home!"

Everything went fast after that when you let your clouded mind lead you back to your place, back to your bed. You didn't get any sleep that night.

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Ring. Ring. You bit your lip, praying that she would just pick up.

Ring. Ring.

Ring.

You sighed, moving the phone away from your ear, ready to press the red button until you heard a groggy voice.

"Y/N?"

You breathed.

"...Yeah."

You heard her sigh, as you felt your own body tense up.

"What do you want?"

You bit your lip harder, almost drawing blood.

"Come over," your voice almost broke, "Please."

"And then what?.. You want me to tell you that I fell for another straight girl, right into your face? Wanna make tell me that ‘We can still be friends after that make-out session?’ Wanna-"

You didn't let her finish.

"None of that. You'll see."

"Y/N."

"Come over. Would be a pity to ruin a surprise I have for you."

There was silence for a second too long and you wondered if she ended the call.

"...'Kay."

You said your goodbye and threw the phone on the couch. You hoped she liked red roses, chocolate cake and one nervous girl, who thought she was definitely straight, but fell for so strongly for a girl.

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A.n: Sorry for not posting anything in so long. Things have been pretty bad for me lately, but I hope you enjoyed this one-shot. Imma just dedicate it to the girl I have this stupid crush on ^^ 

As always, thanks @velvet-kissesss​ for editing and thank you all for reading!

Eijirou Kirishima x f!reader

Category: angst

Warnings: suicide (nothing graphic) slight cursing, mentions of sex under the cut

Word count: 2,881

Summary: Kirishima's journey of learning how to live without you and the fault he feels for your decision.

A.n: This is told from Kirishima's POV, the character Daichi is completly random and has nothing to do with bnha lol. Things have been... Kinda bad lately, so I guess it's my way of ranting. Hope ya'll like it!

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There’s a few Astilbes in a tall vase on my bedside table. There’s this sweet smell coming from them, but it’s masked by the scent of a strong vanilla cologne.

It’s cold in the room because I can’t make myself get up to close the window, which lets ice cold air from the darkness to leak in.

I’m talking with her on the phone while wrapping the phone charger around my finger, untangling then twirling it again. My fingers remembered it as a routine during the hour we spent talking.

Even if her words are joyful, even if she’s talking about how’s school been and how she spent today studying at this super cute coffee shop with her friends, her voice feels heavy. Heavy with something she doesn’t want to show me. Something that she tries to hide under her stuttering laugh and stories.

But I’m not stupid. I can hear hints of pain stabbing her in the “It was fun” like sharp knives, and her “My new classmates are awesome!” covered by a mask of longing.

I want to help her, but my throat is dry and my tongue feels like it’s tied. I am held back by my own insecurities and doubts - I don’t want her to think that I’m an idiot or that I’m not minding my own bussiness.

“Eijirou? You still there?” she asks, oddly calm.

I wake up from my little trance. It seems like I got lost in the halls of my mind again. I feel a bit guilty. Did she tell me something important?

“Sorry, I got carried away for a second,”

There’s silence on her end of the line. A sigh soon rolls off the silence. I screwed up again.

“No, it’s okay. Nothing important.”

I hold my breath. What did she say? The smartest thing to do right now is just ask her-

“I will go now. Thanks for the convo, though,”

My teeth catch my bottom lip and I bite it. Idiot. I’m a fucking idiot.

There’s silence staying on the phone with me for a while until a quiet beep announces the call ending.

I couldn’t really sleep that night.

Somewhere near midnight, the line between sleep and search for comfort within the spots of the celling, in the stripes of the wallpaper or the folds of the blanket, blurs.

I don’t know when did I fall asleep but I think I saw angels, or maybe, just soft rays of sun, flooding into the room through curtainless windows.

I’m thinking about her. I’m thinking about how’s her day going and if she got any new opportunities to join a big agency.

Calendar on the wall shows that today is 11th of April, 2022.

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Time as a pro-hero flies fast. Now I have a lot of problems, or maybe, just more than I had when I was at school. I don’t bother to remember the names or faces of people. Don’t want to.

Bakugou says that I’ve changed and that others are really worried, but I just bury myself in more work.

I can’t tell when a patrol starts and ends or the voices of villains and other heroes. It all blurs into one mess that lays on my shoulders like a dark cloud.

I come back home with an empty head and a full work shedule.

While I try to watch TV, not minding the buzzing on the other side of window and in my head, the bouquet of pink Camellias in the vase seem to stare at me.

I try not to mind themuntil a delicate petal falls on my arm. I don’t know how to keep flowers. Maybe I should stop buying them - they seem to not like my place.

I try to change the water, hoping that this would fix everything, and then I go back to mindessly watching tv.

I wait. Laying in my bed, a soft blanket wrapped around me as I desperately search for any warmth. I wait. Tick Tock.

Then there’s only one minute left of waiting and that minute soons ends as my phone rings, throwing me out of my endless thoughts.

“Hey!”

“Hello! How are you? How was hero work today?”

Her voice sounds different today. A lot brighter, like she has a smile on her face as she’s talking and I feel myself smiling too.

“It’s good, it’s good... Hero work is hard, as always. I’ve got a nasty case, dealing with some shitty drug dealers. It’d be better if you told me about your day.”

She stays quiet for a moment. It feels as if she’s holding her breath and, for a moment, I hold mine too. As if we’re underwater in our own safe bubble, where no one else can reach us.

“Everything’s very good. Great, even,” she finally answers and our bubble bursts.

“How did that audition go?”

“Uhm, I didn’t go.”

I frown, not even knowing what to say. She wouldn’t shut up about that audition, how the hero that ran it shared her opinions and ideals, how that place was just a dream, how-

“Why?” I trap all of my thoughts in that simple word.

“Just thought it wasn’t worth it,”

I wrap my finger around the phone charger and unwrap it again.

“Why?” I repeat my question again, dumbfounded.

“Dunno, maybe that place wasn’t that fit for me after all.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

After that silence follows. Then we talk some more about work, but it seems that conversation just doesn’t flow freely tonight. I drag it out like bubblegum that’s not meant to stretch this far.

“I’m coming back for a few days soon.”

I almost jump up. Don’t know if it’s from excitment or from shock. I haven’t seen her for a year.

“Wait, really?” I ask, finding it hard to believe.

“Yeah, and I have a huge favor to ask.”

“Anything.”

“Could I crash at your place while I’m here?”

My heart jumps with excitment. She’s more than welcome to stay. My heart aches just at the thought about an opportunity to see her.

I suddenly remember that she’s still waiting for my answer.

“Yeah sure! Just give me a message when you have the date set.”

She sighs with relief,

“You’re the best, Eijirou.”

The way she says my name makes a blush creep up my checks,

“Don’t mention it.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Just like that, the call ends and I’m left with pleasant silence. Tonight I don’t feel lonely.

The calendar shows 11th of April, 2023.

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It’s a few weeks of waiting until she grants her promise. She stands at my door, more beautiful than ever and for a second, I doubt if that’s just a vision, but after she flashes one of her sunshine smiles I instantly know that she’s real. She’s there and she’s real.

I pull her into a tight embrace, burying my face in her hair. Words cannot describe how much I missed her.

I give her a bunch of red Chrysanthemums and I instantly knew it was worth getting to the flower shop so early in the morning - her smile lights up the room brighter than the sun ever could.

“I missed you, Eijirou,” the name rolls off her plump lips so softly. It gives me the feeling that if I do as much as breathe, I’ll shatter the moment.

We talk all day, watch some TV and then talk some more. The stars shine so bright tonight that we don’t even need lamps. It seems as if they’re enjoying our moment too.

She tells me countless stories and I want to hear each one of them over and over again, her voice makes me feel drunk off my mind.

She talks about struggling with living in a foreign country, about missing me and other friends, about everything that bothers her and I’m here to listen. Soon, I tell her all my secrets and we’re sitting in front of each other pulling away all of our lies.

I don’t know what events lead up to our next step. Truly, it’s all a blur and the only significant thing I can point out is the flowers, gently sitting in the tall glass vase.

We get rid of our clothes, the same way we got rid of our secrets just minutes ago. There’s nothing separating us now and we can and get drunk off each other’s bodies.

Making love with her is tender and sweet, with lots of praises and sweet nothings, she manages to whisper out.

I pause for a second, taking a moment to truly look at her and memorise every inch of her body. From the way her hair is draped on my pillow and her face is so calm, to the way her legs, wrapped around my waist try to pull me as close as possible.

We spend the night naked, flush against each other, finally free of everything. If only for a moment.

The calendar shows 14th of May, 2023.

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When my phone rings again, I’m putting a bunch of yellow Zinnias into the vase. The flowers that I had before them have already wilted so I threw them away.

I sigh, expecting another call from her brother, who suddenly became worried about her like two weeks ago, or maybe someone from the former Bakusquad.

When I see her name on my phone I pick it up faster than I never knew I could.

“Eijirou...”

I haven’t heard her voice in so long, it almost feels surreal. I want her to repeat my name, slowly, so that could remember every syllable she says and repeat it on my mind forever.

“Is everything okay? I was so worried!”

Her voice cracks. I hear a quiet sniffle that she tries to hide.

“No, actually... No... I don’t like it there, I want to go home.”

All the other emotion in my body are conquered by pain. It’s so good to hear her, but it hurts so much to hear her voice is filled with sorrow I wished she would never experience. I want her to come back. I don’t care how selfish it is.

“I can’t... You know I can’t,”

I blink. I want to tell her, but my tongue feels heavy and all my words begin to slur.

I wake up with a jump. My shirt is flushed against my back and my whole body is covered in goosebumps. I snake my arms around myself, desperately seeking any kind of warmth.

My phone is turned off and the calendar shows 11th of April, 2024.

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I put red and white striped Carnations in a vase. Flowers from before are dead, as always.

Work goes by the same as always and while I’m sitting down trying to finish tomorrow’s plans, I wait for a call.

Time goes by, but it doesn’t ring. Tick tock. She always calls at the same time.

She used to call at the same time, my mind corrects. I push that thought into the deepest part of my brain, never to be found again.

Tick tock. That’s how another hour goes by, filled with walking from one end of the room to the other and checking my phone again and again.

I don’t get a call.

The other three weeks are tense. The bags under my eyes are filled with darkness from staring at the windows during long, sleepless nights, searching for answers from the dark and dim stars. Answers that none of them want to give to me.

When I get a call, my clock shows that it’s almost 4am.

“Y/N?” I ask, my voice colored by hopeful hues. Droplets of sleep still hang on my lips.

“No, dude it’s Daichi.”

I grit my teeth. I’m not mad at him. I’m not mad at him for calling me, I’m not mad at him...

I’m mad because he’s not Y/N.

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to ask something about Y/N,”

“Eh?”

And what about her? For me to tell him what Y/N thought of him? To tell him that he was a bad brother? To tell him that his sister left because his family sucks?

“You’re her best friend.”

“Was.”

“What?”

“Was her best friend.”

“Yeah...”

“And?”

“And you.. Well you... Well she probably told you...”

“She didn’t,”

My answer is cold and what would put an end to this conversation.

“She... didn’t?”

He obviously doesn’t know when it’s time to end a conversation.

“Daichi, are you drunk?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Why are you calling me at 4am?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. Maybe it’s the only aspect he and his sister share - that small little doubt, showing that they’re never sure of what to say.

“Because I don’t u-understand,” he hiccups.

“What?”

Then his voice breaks, like a ship that’s slowly claimed by the waves to be sunken forever.

“Eijirou... Eijirou... I don’t understand why she left... Eijirou, was it really bad for her? Was it that bad that she couldn’t tell anyone?”

I bite my bottom lip until I feel a hot droplet of blood running down my chin. What do I say to him? That she was trying to tell them? That they didn’t listen? That none of us did?

“It’s not your fault, Daichi. Go to sleep,”

“But...”

“We’ll talk again tomorrow if you want to. Now go to sleep.”

“Okay, thanks.”

“Yeah.”

I end the call and fall back to my bed. My bed is incredibly cold and unwelcoming. I slump my way towards the kitchen and sit there until the first droplets of liquid gold begin to pour inside.

Calendar shows 11th of April, 2025.

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I put Cyclamens in the vase. It’s the day we meet again. I don’t know what to hope for and while I’m going, my insecurities and fears follow close, only to disappear as soon as i see her.

She looks like a goddess. Her hair like rays of sunshine that found their place in the waves of locks on her head, her skin seems to shine, like it’s been kissed by stars and her smile only compliments her beauty.

Nothing’s changed but when I come closer, I notice that her eyes are different. All the happiness and joy is drained and now they’re empty. No, not empty... Just filled with something I can’t quite identify.

“It’s you...” I manage to whisper and before I start feeling like an idiot, she laughs with that wonderful laugh wrapping me with the feeling of safety, telling me that everything’s okay.

“It’s me.” she confirms and puts her forehead against mine. We drown in the silence, away from everything.

“I often wonder why you did that.”

She pulls away and her hands find their place on the back of my neck, as if we’re dancing, “I did it for myself.”

I sigh, “I don’t understand it. I don't understand it, Y/N,”

My hands dance on her waist, not finding their place.

“I wasn’t happy, Eijirou. I wasn’t happy there.”

I sigh again and pull her against my body. She smells like vanilla and clean laundry,

“Could I’ve made you happy?” I quietly ask and she raises her glance. Her empty eyes that pulled me in so strongly.

“No, it’s not your fault, Eijirou,” she answers and wipes away my tears that I didn’t even know were falling, “I did it for myself, I did it so I could be happy. Eijirou, I feel good now.”

I look up to the bright blue sky. There’s only one cloud there.

I take in a stuttering breath.

“Wasn’t there anything I could do?” Tears now flow freely as I try to not look at her. Somewhere deep inside I know this isn’t real and I’m afraid that she’ll disappear if I look at her for too long.

She takes my face into her hands, softly stroking it with one hand. Her glance is soft and for a moment, I see the Y/N I used to know before.

“All you can do right now is forgive me,” she whispers and I pet her silky hair, “And forgive yourself, Eijirou. You can’t carry the guilt of other people’s choices. You can’t live with a fault that isn’t your’s.”

That’s the last time I hear her voice.

When I wake up, I see her face right before my eyes but it’s not a ghost who drags a trail of unanswered questions after itself. No, it’s now a person I once loved so much. A person that I couldn’t hate for leaving me in pieces of my former self.

There’s a bunch of yellow Daffodils and Forget-Me-Not’s in my hands. Forget-Me-Not’s for a promise, that she’ll always be dear to me and Daffodils - the second promise, that I will finally start everything over again.

I leave the flowers on her grave, which I finally visited after two years.

It’s time to forgive her. It’s time to forgive myself.

I come back home and check the calendar for the last time. My new beginning is on 11th of April, 2026. Two years after her death.

“The sun will rise, and we will try again,” she used to say. With those words, I breathe in and peel the calendar page off.

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As always, thanks @velvet-kissesss​ for editing! 

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includes different oneshots based off of olivia rodrigo's songs from her sour ablum.

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kirishima has always been second best to bakugou, and he knew that. but he still fell in love with you

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all your life you've been hiding your parents from the people you know. and when shinso was comes over, things get complicated.

She Knows // ✩ // x fem!reader // wc: 1.0k

you knew that keigo tended to get close with other girls, but you knew he would never actually do anything with them to hurt you. or so you thought.

midoriya izuku

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Receiving a call from the hospital can be scary, but when the person on the other line tells you that izuku has been in an accident, your heart stops.

Play This When I'm Gone // ✩ ❀ // x fem!reader // wc: 0.8k

Izuku finally writes what he's been feeling.

Unrequited Love // ✩ // x fem!reader // wc: 0.2k

He was a pro hero and you were a civilian, and even though you knew it would never work you still fell in love with him.

katsuki bakugou

1 Step Forward 3 Steps // ✩ // x fem!reader ↳ Part one I Part two

after bringing up the fact that katsuki is never home again he lashes out on you, but this time you decided you have had enough of it.

ejiro kirishima

Wish You Were Sober // ✩ // x fem!reader // wc: 1.1k

kirishima has always been second best to bakugou, and he knew that. but he still fell in love with you.

shinso hitoshi

Daddy Issues // ✩ ♡ // x gn!reader // wc: 1.2k

all your life you've been hiding your parents from the people you know. and when shinso was comes over, things get complicated.

heroes

~Ring Ring Ring~ // ✩ // all might x fem!reader // wc: 1.4k

you and all might broke up a year ago. but when you get sent on a mission you realize that you aren't going to make it out, you say what you've been wanting to say for the past year.

She Knows // ✩ // keigo takami x fem!reader // wc: 1.0k

you knew that keigo tended to get close with other girls, but you knew he would never actually do anything with them to hurt you. or so you thought.

villains

Favorite Crime // ✩ // dabi x fem!reader // wc: 0.9k

you finally realize that you didn't mean as much to him as he did to you.

You Were A Good Liar // ✩ // dabi x fem!reader // wc: 1.1k

during a fight harsh words were said, but this time dabi doesn't know if he'll be able to get you back.

It's Almost Over // ✩ // dabi x fem!reader // wc: 1.6k

after touya died you were a wreck. but one night coming back from work you find a man in your apartment who reminds you of touya.

Hope Ur Ok // ✩ ♡ // tomura shigaraki x gn!reader // wc: 1.3k

when shigaraki finally comes back from a long mission, he seems off, and after learning about the mission he finally feels comfortable enough to tell you the truth.

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┄ FAVORITE CRIME

➥ Dabi x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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➥ disclaimers/warnings: f!reader, toxic relationships, angst, cheating(not reader)

➥ word count: 0.9k

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲: Favorite Crime by Olivia Rodrigo

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You came back home from a day of doing some much need shopping for supplies to see something that would truly break your heart, Dabi and some girl making out on the couch. Your couch.

You both had good memories together, two teenager that moved in together at only 18. Two teenagers who had both been broken beyond repair, who both found comfort in one another. A comfort thay could never find anywhere else.

Before you even met Dabi, never thought you would do anything of the things that you've done with him. You were a 'good girl', good grades, never late, never broke curfew.

Now you can barely even remember your parents, and that broke your heart. After you met Dabi, they noticed you were slowly changing, grade went down, constantly late, and you ignored curfew.

They loved you, and you knew that. The night you left they were merely expressing their concern for you. They only wanted to make sure that you were okay, but you didn't care.

So instead you ran away, from them, from the only home you've ever known.

All for him. But now you realize that you should have listened to them.

The pair on the couch clearly didn't notice your presence in between their heated kissing session, her shirt gone as his hands roamed her torso mindlessly.

He made you change, made you a criminal. Hell you were even a murderer now. But being a criminal with him was the best. Robbing the bank, and almost getting caught by pro-heroes.

You believed he was Clyde and you were Bonnie. And yet, living and dying together wasn't an ending for you two.

Embarrassment filled you, as if hundreds of people stood around you watching you with pity and judgment. No tears in sight as your bag slipped and fell creating a small noise that interrupted their steamy moment.

Their faces were almost comical, she was shocked as she got up grabbing her shirt and throwing it on. Her hands frantically looking for her purse as she walked towards and past you leaving the apartment.

"I guess I should have listened to them" you said nonchalantly as you looked at him. Thinking about how your parents tried to help you the night you left.

He remained still on the couch, no change in his expression even though he had just been caught by his girlfriend while he was cheating on her with another women.

Both on you stayed where you were, his face was un-readible, while your was blank because you refused to cry in front of him right now.

"Not even going to say sorry?" You asked. You may not have been showing it, but you really wanted him to say he was sorry. Say that he loves you and that it'll never happen again.

But you know he'll never say anything like that. He's never even said he loved you,

"Why would I say sorry if we both know that I wouldn't mean it?" His eyes looked right into yours, and there was not a single bit of regret in him.

He made you do things you never thought you would do, and things you would never forget.

Sneaking into a mall at 2am while you were both high out of your minds. Riding a car without the hood as you let your hair flow in the wind. Had so, so many intimate moments together. Memories that will forever be stuck in your head.

Much like this one.

"I'm not going to ask you why you did it. But I just want to know, was there something that I didn't do?" His brows furrowed at your comment, why weren't you crying, or screaming, hell your not even trying to hit him either.

"What...?" He whispered, panic slowly starting to rise in his chest.

"I became your accomplice, but, there must have been something I didn't do, right?" You looked him in the eye "What was it?"

Dabi didn't know what to say. His eyes slightly widened at you statement and the way that you were reacting. He stood up, only wanted to hold you in his arms now, he knew what he had done was wrong, but his pride would never allow him to say that.

"I guess we'll never know then" You blatantly said.

He stayed silent, and looked collected. But on the inside, he was terrified that this time he may actually lose you this time, and it was going to be all his fault.

"I guess we both deserve this, me for not listening, you for manipulating me, and honestly, I don't know which one is worse"

With that you turned around and left.

It was funny, the was you gave him 4 years of your life, your youth, your innocence, yourself as an alibi. He was indeed Clyde, but, who were you? You weren't Bonnie, she hadn't come into his life yet.

He would probably have a sentence of a few weeks, mostly months. He would forget after that and find himself a new accomplice. You would have a sentence for years probably, maybe one day you would once again become a willing accomplice to somebody else.

To you, he was the criminal you followed. Like a lost puppy following the owner that abandoned them.

You could only hope that he got enough time for lying to you, manipulating you, using you. No matter what, you were the worst crime he committed.

To him, you could only hope that out of everything you did together, everything he did before and after you, that you were his favorite crime.

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┄ IT'S ALMOST OVER

➥ Dabi x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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➥ disclaimers/warnings: f!reader, angst, dabi is a todoroki theory, death,

➥ word count: 1.6k

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It was finally Friday, after a whole week of non stop training and fighting you finally had some time to relax. You had nothing planned the whole weekend and you planned to keep it that way, but a certain Todoroki had other ideas.

I was laying on my bed trying to take a well deserved nap in order to make up for the lack of sleep through the whole week. I was just about passed out, that was until I heard my phone vibrate on my night stand. I decided to check it later, but when it kept getting notifications I let out an annoyed sigh as I got up and picked my phone up off the night stand. When I unlocked it I saw that I had 23 new texts from Touya.

I sighed as I decided that calling him would be easier than texting. I pressed the call button and waited for him to pick up.

"Well there you are, thought I was getting the silent treatment." I swear I could hear his grin through the phone.

"I just saw you today, what is so important that I had to post pone my nap?" I asked as I grew impatient, he knew that right after school every Friday I would take a nap in order to catch up on sleep.

"Geez, sorry. Anyway I just wanted to see if you wanted to do a little sparring tomorrow?" He asked me.

"Really? five days of non stop training isn't enough for you." I groaned, I knew he wouldn't drop this until I agreed to do it. "Yeah, yeah. I'll see you tomorrow." I muttered.

"Great, until then mouse."He teased, he knew I hated that pet name. Literally any other name would have been better in my opinion.

"Again with the pet name?" I joked.

"You know I'm never going to to stop right?" He joked in reply.

"Of course not, well I'll see you tomorrow." I laughed as I ended the conversation.

"See ya mouse~." He teased and hung up. I tossed my phone on to my bed and plopped down on to my bed face first right after. I groaned in to my pillow now knowing that instead of having an easy weekend, I would have to train more.

I was rudely awoken by the sun which was now leaking in to my room due to the curtains that I had forgotten to close yesterday. I mentally cursed my past self as I groggily sat up and started to mentally prepared myself for the day ahead of me.

I ended up wearing a pair of black athletic shorts with while lining, and a navy blue short sleeved shirt that was more on the over sized side. I added a pair of white and grey tennis shoes.

I filled up a water bottle, and grabbed a protein bar and walked out the door. I ate the protein bar as I walked over to Touya's house, luckily he only lived 10 minuets away if you went by foot from my house.

I walked up to the big mansion and knocked on the door as hard as I could, I was never a patient person so after 10 seconds I started to get impatient. Luckily I heard the lock click from the other side and watched as the door was opened by a white haired Todoroki.

"Took you long enough." I jokingly complained.

"Wow, you need to work on being patient." I remarked, I put my hand over my heart and acted like I was offended. He rolled his eyes and lead me to the room in their house where they kept their equipment for training and, and and open space fore sparring. It was a pretty sweet set up if you ask me.

"Alright, what first." I asked as I started to do a few easy arm stretches. He looked at me and grinned, 'crap'.

"Well if you're so excited why don't we skip to the harder workouts." He raised an eyebrow, he was challenging me and he knew that I never turned down a challenge.

"Fine."

We both walked over to the weights and put on at least 80lb's on. We walked over to the mat's that were laid on the floor and started to do squats while we held the weights behind out shoulders.

By now we had done 84 squats and I was starting to struggle, while Touya was barely even breaking a sweat.

"How much longer?" I whined as I finished my 90th squat.

He chuckled as he watched me struggle. "Calm down, it's almost over." I groaned.

My body was sprawled out on the floor mats as I let out a long breath, Touya just stood and gave me a judgmental look.

"You do this five days a week at U.A and you still get tired?" He teased me. I rolled my eyes as I sat up and took a long swing on my water.

I stood up and walked towards him, I wrapped my arms around him and stood on that position. He chuckled at my child like actions, he placed his hands under my knees and picked me up off the floor. I kept my arms wrapped around his neck as he held me, his head was now rested in the crook of my neck as we stayed in this position.

"I love you." I muttered as my head sat on his shoulder.

"I love you more." He said into my neck.

Eventually he put my back on to the floor, I picked my phone up and noticed that it was already 7 pm.

"Hey, I gotta go home it's getting late." I said as I picked up my now empty water bottle and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He came up behind me and hugged me. "Can't you just stay the night?" He whined, I knew that I could stay but if I did his dad would get mad.

"You know what your dad thinks of me." I said as he groaned and let go of me.

"Hey I'll see you on Monday, okay?" I smiled at him in reassurance. He smiled back

But the problem was that I wouldn't see him on Monday because he would be gone

I picked up some white lilium's as I made my visit to the graveyard, this had become a weekly routine ever since Touya died.

Wake up

Eat

Train

See Touya

Go to bed

Once I learned about the fire and how Touya was the only one who didn't make it, I felt my heart shatter in to a million pieces. I fell to the floor in tears, Fuyumi was by my side in an instant trying to comfort me to the best of her abilities, But it was no help, he was gone. That day I knew that I would never see another man the same way I saw Touya, I knew I was never going to be totally okay but I knew I had to keep going for him.

I was finally at his grave, I looked at it and let out a sad smile as I read the words I had seen a million times.

Touya Todoroki, a loving brother of three. Gone but not forgotten.'

I placed the lilium's down as I thought about all the times we had, a small sob escaped my lips as I whispered a faint 'I love you' to the headstone before I stood up and started to walk away with a heavy heart.

I was walking home from a busy day of hard training, my body was sore all over from all of the training I had done. Ever since Touya died I had been pushing my self harder, I knew that I was going to become a hero, for him.

I unlocked my door and walked inside, I sighed and took my shoes off. I was about to walk in to my room until I heard shuffling coming from it. I stopped in my tracks, I knew for sure that there was somebody in my house because of the light that was on in my room. I never left lights on when I was out of the house.

"Nice seeing you again, mouse." My eyes widened at the use of his old nickname for me, I watched as a man who was covered in scars and had black hair walked out of my room. He had the same blue eyes that Touya had. My heart throbbed as I put the pieces together, he wasn't dead. . .

"Touya. . ." I said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. He grinned.

"I missed you, I just wanted to see you again. sadly this meeting doesn't come without consequences." He gave me a sad smile before he started to walk towards me.

My eyes watered, he was dead. How is he here? "H-how?" He softly smiled as he placed a hand on my cheek.

"I never died mouse, but I do want to thank you for the flowers you left at my grave each week. They're beautiful. I'm sorry for being so selfish."

I was confused as to why he was saying that, and why did he say this visit would have consequences?

"I can tell by the look on your face that your confused. I mean that because you know who I am you have to go. I just couldn't help it, I needed to see you face again" I furrowed my eye brows, then the realization hit me.

He leaned into my face and looked me in the eyes before pressing his lips to mine, the kiss felt urgent, yet still sweet.

Once he pulled away he placed both of his hands on my shoulders, I felt heat coming from them. But it wasn't bad, it was relaxing I couldn't help but let a small smile slip on to my face as I closed my eyes.

"It's almost over mouse." I heard Touya say as my body fell in to the comforting warmth.

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┄ RING RING RING

➥ Toshinori Yagi(All Might) x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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➥ disclaimers/warnings: death, blood, violent actions (fighting)

➥ word count: 1.4k

"Wh-what are you talking about?" You stuttered out, laughing to hide your fear. "You can't be serious, Toshi."

You reached out to take the thin blond man's hand, but he jerked it away, and you couldn't help but gasp. "Y-You can't see me anymore?" Your voice cracked.

He turned his gaze away, unable to look at the tears that he had caused to build in the corners of your eyes.

"Why...?" You clenched your fists, and then stomped you foot to the floor, before shouting at him, "You said you loved me! What that all a lie?" You breath was ragged with turmoil, as your shouts turned into sobs. "Just a lie to get me into bed? I can't believe this..."

"No!" Toshinori finally shouted, and reached his shaking arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his embrace. "It's because I love you..." He whispered into your hair, "My work is too dangerous, I just... I can't be the reason you're hurt. Or worse."

"Your work?" You scoffed and pushed him away, leaving him looking down at his empty arms in despair. "You won't even tell me what that 'work' is. You won't tell me anything about yourself." You clenched for fists so hard, that you were sure your fingernails would break the skin of your palm. "I stopped asking questions. I told myself just being with you was enough. But now..." You sucked back a sob, trying to hold together your composure. "But now... can't you just tell me what it is you're leaving me for?"

You had your eyes to the ground, watching your tears litter the carpet of your foyer. You couldn't look at him. Not now.

"I..." Toshinori squeezed out a single syllable from his throat, "I'm sorry..."

The overwhelming feeling of heartbreak struck through you like a knife to the gut, and you spun your back to him, gasping out a sob you wished he couldn't hear.

"Just go!" You shouted.

You heard him utter out your name, and he sounded like he was in pain, but you shook your head, not letting yourself be fooled into facing him again.

"I wont... forget you, my dear." He whispered, then you heard a few footsteps, and the door shut behind him.

You fell to the floor sobbing. "I would do anything to forget you."

It had been a whole year now since the fight between the two of you. No matter how much that had hurt you you still wanted to see him. You needed him.

But after He left you you decided it was time to become independent. You'd only realized how much you relied on the hero after he left you, before you met Toshi you were in the hero course at UA. You were in class 1A, you had a great quirk when it came to most, if not all situations. Teleportation, when you were in the hero course it had always come in handy.

After you met Toshi you had dropped all of your training so you two could spend more time together, your schedules never allowed for either of you to have breaks. So you thought this was the best solution.

But now you decided it was time to finish that dream that you had started so long ago, you were going to become an official hero.

~ring ring ring ring ring~

After taking a shower and getting dressed for the day, your phone had started ringing without hesitation you picked up.

"H/N! We need you to report to location 23AZ, we have a villian attack. They have a mutation quirk! Be here quickly." You heard the voice of the police on the other end.

Unlike the other missions you had been on before, you had a strange feeling about this one. It was more than a gut feeling though, it felt dreadful.

You bit your lip with hesitation, you looked down at the phone that was in your hand and went to Toshi's contacts and clicked on messages.

Your heart ached as you looked at the last messages that were shared between the two of you.

Toshi: I have another mission today, I might be home late. But if your not awake when I get home, goodnight, I love you.Y/N: Alright. Be safe, I love you too.

You left out a shaky breath before you quickly typed out a message that you decided you were going to send before you got ready for the mission.

Y/N: I know you said that we were never going to see each other again, but I have a mission today, and I have a bad feeling about it. But if anything happens to me, I love you.

You hit send before you had time to rethink the whole message, You  quickly jumped into your hero costume. You quickly teleport-ed to the location you were given.

The moment you stepped out of the portal you saw at least 10 police cars around the area, some had police in them patrolling the area, looking for the criminal. Others were empty, I assumed that they went by foot to find the man. There were some buildings that had fallen due to the fight the man had to put up so he would net be caught.

I made two different portals, one on the roof of the tallest building in the area, the other in an area where I had caught many other criminals before, hoping that there was a possibility the man would be there.

I walked through the portal, as soon as I opened my eyes I was in one of the darker parts of the city. During my time as a hero I had caught at least 8 different criminals in this area.

I turned the corner, only to be met with the very eyes of the man I was looking for. As soon as he saw me, he turned his hand into the paw of a lion and scratched at my face, leaving four large and deep gashes on the side of my face.

I growled. as he ran away, blood was practically pouring from my face as I chased the man down the dark alleyway.

I created a portal right in front of the man, he held a shocked look on his face for a short moment after I was in front of him. But it quickly turned into anger as I tackled him to the ground.

I held him in a head lock, I was on the ground under the man as my arms was around the mans neck. His arms were scratching at my arm in hopes I would release my hold on him. But there was no luck, without me noticing he took a knife he had kept in his pocket and stabbed in into my side.

Even with the unalterable pain I was determined to keep the man in my grasp, I was determined to win. He pulled the knife out of my side and stabbed me once again, in the same area he had done before but this time he twisted it. I screamed as I go, he quickly jumped out of my arms and ran without looking back.

I laid on the dirty concrete ground, both of my arms clutching the new wound on my side, blood was pouring from all of the wounds that I had on my body, I could feel myself getting cold as the blood kept leaving my body.

With a small cry in pain I removed my hand from my side and grabbed my phone from my pocket, and dialed the one person who I needed to talk to one last time.

~ring ring ring~

"Hello?" The voice on the other end questioned. "Y/N Why are you calling me? And what did you mean by the text you sent earlier."

My breathing was heavy, small groans left my lips as the pain in my body seemed as though it was getting seemingly worse.

"Hey! Y/N Are you alright? Where are you!?" He shouted from the other end.

I assumed that he knew something was up by the way I was breathing.

"Stay where you are I'm coming to get you!"

The phone slid from your hand and fell to the concrete as soon as you heard his last words, you knew he wouldn't be able to get to you time. And you hated that.

You really didn't want to die. You had your whole life ahead pf you, and that was all going to be taken away from you by some lowlife criminal. It just wan't fair.

But you knew death was inevitable, the only reassurance you had was that fact that he still knew you loved him. That he knew that you had never stopped.

But you only wished that you would have been able to spend more time with him, that you could have said goodbye..

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┄ DO I KNOW YOU?

➥ Izuku Midoriya x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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➥ disclaimers/warnings: amnesia, hospitals (idk if this need to be a warning or not)

➥ word count: 1.1k

It wasn't meant to go this way, but it did. And there was no way anyone could fix it this time. The boy that you spent over 8 years loving was gone and there was no guarantee I would ever get him back.

"Hey Y/N I've gotta go, there's a villain in the city and I was just called in." The greenette called out as he slipped into his hero costume.

After his years at U.A He had finally managed to work his way up to being the number 1 hero, and you couldn't be any prouder of the boy. After all you had been with him through most of it.

You were the one who kept him going, but you didn't know that until he had proposed to you 2 years ago.

"Alright, be safe love." By now Izuku was fully suited up. You walked over to him and engulfed the man into a tight hug.

"I know, I will love." He said, and gently placed a loving kiss on the top of your head.

You both smiled at each other before he walked out of the door. Of course you had full confidence that he would be okay, but something in your gut was telling you otherwise.

You felt like something was going to go wrong.

You merely brushed the feeling off and started to work on the papers that you still needed to finish before your business deadline.

Sighing and you leaned back in your chair, you took a mental break. It had been over 3 hours since Izuku left, usually he was able to get things like this handled in under an hour, maybe an hour and a half. But this was new, and it was making you nervous.

That feeling that you had earlier began to creep it's way back into your head, but this time it was harder to ignore.

"No, he's fine. He's dealt with something worse than a simple villain on the street. He is fine.

After taking some time to reassure yourself and sort through you thought, a buzz interrupted you.

You moved to pick up your phone, looking at the unknown number you almost didn't pick up, but something in your gut once again told you otherwise.

"Hello, is this Mrs. Midoriya?" A females voice sounded form the other end.

"Yes, this is. May I know who is asking?" My eyebrows were slightly furrowed in confusion.

"This is the Hosu City Hospital. We are calling to let you know that your husband Izuku Midoriya has been in an accident. He is currently in stable condition, but he is currently asleep." Her voice remained calm on the line.

I was the opposite. My heart was beating again my rib cage, my brain was thinking a mile per minute. I was frozen.

"Ma'am? Are you alright? I know this may be a lot to process, but you need to stay calm, like I said he is going to be alright. I promise you." Her voice was different than it was earlier, it was softer as she tried to comfort me over the call.

I let out a shaky breath, "Yes I'm alright, thank you." I politely said before ending the call and gathering a coat, my phone, and the car keys.

I needed to see him.

Please be okay. Please be okay. God, please, please, please be okay.

You ran through the hospital department after being directed by the receptionist at the nurse's station. Everything was blurry in your teary eyes. Everything was white and made of steel and smelled like antiseptic alcohol; your nose was burning from it. Your heart was burning from the blood pumping through your body on an adrenaline high. Your lungs were burning as you tried to find the air to breathe.

After running through the bright white hallway, you finally made it to the room you were looking for. The heavy wooden door was closed, and you were scared of what you were going to see behind it. You lifter you hand to the handle, and released a breath before you pushed the door open.

Izuku was laying in a white hospital bed that was slightly upright. His eyes were closed with a bright white wound dressing wrapped around his head. His hair look just as messy as it usually did. His chest rose and fell with calm breaths, just the sight of him breathing gave you a small sense of relief.

"Izuku...." You quietly dragged the single chair in the room next to his bedside, trying not to let your face fall anymore than it already was as you shakily reached for his hand with both of yours. You laced his fingers with yours, almost afraid you were squeezing too hard, and intertwined your fingers with his.

You brought his hand up to your lips and gave it a small kiss, you knew he was going to wake up. Many different people had told you, but you were still so scared you were going to lose him. He was your other half, he completed you. And if he left, you would only be left as a shell as your former self.

Without realizing it, tears had fallen from your eyes, you closed your eyes hoping to get any kind of escape from the nightmare you were forced to call a reality.

A few hours later, you woke up with a sore back, slumped over in your chair and still holding onto Izuku's hand. You lifted your head from the side of his bed and looked up only to see him staring back at you.

Hope spread like little butterflies is your chest, "Izuku..?"

He was looking right into your E/C eyes with his beautiful green ones, you had always loved his eyes. They were your favorite part of him, they always showed what he was feeling, happiness, determination, sadness. But right now, you really wanted to look anywhere but his eyes, but they no longer looked like they held the love had had for you in his eyes anymore. No, now they were dull.

"Izuku?" You voice was small, the air that surrounded the both  you was so thick and cold, that it gave you goosebumps.

Usually when you were anywhere near the man, you felt warm and fuzzy. But now you were cold and scared, he was so close to you, but at the same time nowhere near you.

"Do I know you?"

And you were right. He wasn't anywhere near you.

Because he had forgotten you.

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┄ 1 STEP FORWARD 3 STEPS BACK [1]

➥ Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞!

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➥ disclaimers/warnings: f!reader, angst ;), toxic relationship, breakup, manipulation, language

➥ word count: 0.7k

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲: 1 Step Forward 3 Steps Back by Olivia Rodrigo

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You were hooked and there was noting you could do.

You met Bakugou exactly 5 years ago, at the ripe age of 15.

You fell in love with Bakugou at 16.

And you got together with Bakugou at the age of 17.

Everything was different back then, you were so in love, but so blind.

Everything seemed so perfect. It was almost as if your relationship was the cliché movie. Together for nearly three years now, you had fallen in love with the best person you could've ever met.

But here you both were, sat on opposite sides of your dining room, the room was filled with silence and thick tension. Dinner was on table, but neither of you had touched your plates.

"Why are you bringing this up again? I'm the one who works so that we can support ourselves!" Katsuki shouts at you from where he sits at the table.

You had lost count on how many times this subject had come up in your conversation with him. But you needed him to understand your side, he was never home. And when he was he never wanted to be near you, he claimed it was 'his day off'.

So then that would usually lead to an argument, then you would ignore each other for a week, which would then lead to another argument, and finally angry makeup sex.

"Katsuki, it's not about that! It's about the fact that you never spend time with me! And when you have the chance to, you tell me to fuck off!"

"I cant do this right now. There's always something going on with you. I need to fucking breathe for a single fucking minute!" His breathes were heavy and annoyed as he stood up from the table, grabbing a jacket and his car keys as he walked out of the door, slamming it behind him.

You stayed at the table, silent tears falling down your cheeks and landing on your plate full of food.

Truth be told, you can't even remember when these arguments started to become so common got the both of you. But as Katsuki walked out of that door, something finally hit you, you were done. The moment the ash blonde had walked out of the door, he had walked away from you, from your relationship.

Bakugou was as moody as a teenager, one minute you would both be laying together in bed watching some kind of movie, not that it mattered because you would both be paying attention to one another rather than the movie. And the next minute he would be shouting in your face, then leaving you in tears, only to come back and start the cycle over again.

But you were done.

You put both plates on the counter, then wrote him a note, saying that you were done with this.

Bakugou,

You know how much I love you, and how much I always will. Bit I just can't keep doing this anymore. The relationship we used to have was so full of love, but now it's all gone. And neither of us can bring it back no matter how hard we try. This is the only option, and its the best option. For the both of us. Don't try to contact me. Take care of yourself Bakugou.

Love, Y/N

You gently fold the note, and place it in the middle of the dining table for him to see. Now the only thing left for you was to pack you bags and leave.

As tears clouded you vision, you zipped up your last suitcase, and walked out of the door for the final time.

You were ending this painful cycle that the two of you were both trapped in. It was always 1 step forward and 3 steps back, you were both just not meant for each other, because if this lasted any longer it will only lead to more heartbreak than there already is.

Now here you are, 5 years of your life down the drain.

Goodbye Katsuki Bakugou.

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┄ 1 STEP FORWARD 3 STEPS BACK [2]

➥ Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞!

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➥ disclaimers/warnings: f!reader, angst ;), toxic relationship, breakup, manipulation, language

➥ word count: 1.2k

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲: 1 Step Forward 3 Steps Back by Olivia Rodrigo

Bakugou's Pov

Once the door slammed behind me a painful feeling settled in my chest. And I hated it, it was worse than any injury I'd ever had. Nothing compared to this.

I had no particular destination in mind as I drove, I just needed a minute to be alone with my thoughts, I didn't mean any of the shit that I said back there, I fuckin' loved Y/N.

My grip on the the steering wheel became stronger, making my knuckles turn white. A deep sigh left my throat, I knew that I would have to face them again.

I took a left and pulled into an empty parking lot so that I would be able to turn around.

The drive back was worse. My heart ached as different scenarios of how this could turn out played in my head.

We could just work this out, and I would make sure I changed for the better

Or it would end up with them leaving me for good.

My faced pulled into a frown at the thought of the second probability. No, that won't happen, I'll make sure of it. As soon as I get home I'm going to apologize, and make sure this never happens again, because I love them too fukin' much to lose them.

Once I pulled into our driveway I quickly got out of the car and semi-jogged to the door. After unlocking it I quietly walked inside.

"Y/N?" No reply.

maybe they're sleeping. I pulled out my phone and looked at the time, it was currently 10:55. I mean it would make sense.

As I pocketed my phone I walked towards out shared bedroom and turned on  small lamp that was near the door.

My heart picked up the pace one I saw they weren't there. Bathroom, they have to be there.

I walked further down the hallway before I stood before the bathroom door, "Y/N?" I asked while I knocked gently on the door. "I'm coming in alright?" I waited a moment for a reply, but got nothing.

I opened the door enough to fit my head in, after looking around the aching feeling in my chest came back. But now it was stronger.

"Y/N!" I was shouting now, my heat was pounding in my chest. My brain was only producing negative thoughts as I looked through our whole house.

After looking in the bedroom once more I noticed something i hadn't before. Their stuff was gone, all of their clothes. Everything.

My heart had dropped, I walked back in to our dining room where the fight we had lass then half and hour ago took place.

And that was when I noticed a single piece of paper and a black velvet box on the table. My chest was pounding, and my heart felt like it was being stabbed over and over and I put everything together.

With teary eyes I picked up the note and read it.

Bakugou,

You know how much I love you, and how much I always will. Bit I just can't keep doing this anymore. The relationship we used to have was so full of love, but now it's all gone. And neither of us can bring it back no matter how hard we try. This is the only option, and its the best option. For the both of us. Don't try to contact me. Take care of yourself Bakugou.

Love, Y/N

Tears rolled down my face, I had really done it this time hadn't I. They were gone and it was entirely my fault, my pride and ego got in the way of the only relationship I've ever cared about.

Sobs left my lips as I read the letter once again hoping this was some kind of sick prank, that this was their way of getting revenge on me.

"Haha Y/N. Very funny! You cam come out now!" My voice broke, I knew this wasn't a prank. It was real, this was my punishment.

But the worst part was that I fully deserved it. I was the downfall of us, I was the one who pushed them aside, I was the one who made them leave.

"I'm s-so sorry." My voice was barely above a whisper, sobs racked my whole body as I sat in the chair that Y/N sat in earlier.

Memories flashed through my head.

The first time I met them at U.A, our first date and the many others that followed, when we moved in together, and when I proposed to them.

I had the rest of our lives together planned out, but I didn't plan for this. But how could I? We both thought we would be together forever.

But I guess we were both wrong.

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┄ HOPE UR OK

➥ Tomura Shigaraki x gn!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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➥ disclaimers/warnings: fluff, child abuse, toxic household, death, mentions of suicide, child death

➥ word count: 1.3k

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲: Hope Ur Ok by Olivia Rodrigo

It had been a week since you saw Tomura. You were worried, but not overly. You knew the man could handle himself, after all of the shit he's been through, he was practically a pro. But that never stopped you from worrying about him.

After all, he and anyone else that was involved with Lov were being hunted down.

"N/N? You okay?" A perky blonde looked at you with concern in her eyes.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine Himiko. Just worried about Tomura and Dabi, you know?" You look at the girl with a soft smile on your lips to reassure her.

After first joining the Lov you had no one on your side because they didn't know weather they could trust you. After a week spet by yourself, Himiko was the first one to reach out to you. When you first atsrted talking to her you got quickly fed up with the girl. But not too soon after she became your best friend

"Awe~ C'mon N/N you know those boys can handle themselves! If anything you should be worried about the people they run into!" She giggled near the end of her sentence, which had also managed to get a laugh out of me.

"There they are! The Y/N that I know and love~" She gave me a tight hug.

"Thanks Himiko." I smiled at the girl.

"Of course! Sorry to ditch you, but I've gotta go cut some people up, I'm a little low on blood. You know?" She grinned at me.

II grinned back before motioning my hand towards the door, "Have fun~."

Once she left I was once again left alone in my room. I sighed and laid down, my legs hanging of the edge of the bed.

"Come home Tomura, at least in once piece." I mumbled to myself, managing to make myself grin at my own joke.

A loud slam made wake up from my short nap, adrenaline coursing through my body because of the sudden scare. I got up from the old bed and walked out of Tomura and I's shared room.

My heart beats a little faster after seeing that Tomura was walking through the door, and he looked okay.

"Tomura!" I shout as I walk into the bar area, he looks up as he takes off his hand, and opens his arms for me to give him a hug,

I walk over to him and land in his arms, as I wrap my around him. He places his hands around me, making sure only four fingers are touching me on both of his hands.

"Hey darling." His voice was raspy as usual, but it also sounded so broken.

I pulled away slightly and look him in the eyes, "Are you alright?"

He remained silent for a few moments before finally speaking, "Uh, it's just something that happened on the mission. No big deal." He blatantly say before pulling me back into him.

He's trying to keep me at a distance, like he always has.

Usually I can understand why, but now there's no reason for him to feel the need to. We basically know each other inside out. So why.

I pulled away from him once more, and he let out a frustrated sigh, "Y/N will you just leave it alone?" He couldn't even look me in the eye.

"No, Tomura. Ever since you came back from that mission something has been up with you. So stop trying to push me away, and tell me." Your eyes were narrowed, looking right into his crimson eyes.

He huffed as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into your shared room. "Y/N." He sighed, closing the door behind the both of you.

You both took a seat of the edge of the bed. You looked at him with a gentle gaze, "Just tell me." Your voice was soft as you spoke.

He finally looked you in the eyes fro the first time since coming back. "Y/N.." His voice wavered as he barely managed to speak your name. "I know I should be used to doing this, but we saw some fucked up shit last week." His eyes has small tears in the corners of his eyes.

You stayed silent, only making sure he knew that you were listening to what he was saying.

"There was this.. kid. He- he was only around 9 years old. But... he was just like me.." He looked back at you, more tears in his eyes than before.

You slowly nodded and kept your eyes on him.

"His parents had called us to kill him.. he was only 9, and they wanted him dead because of his quirk. It was.. deadly, like mine. All he had to do was sing and it drove you to suicide." He was looking down again. "His parents were terrified of it, so they made us kill him."

His eyes had anger in them now.

"And we did. Well, Dabi did. I couldn't do it. Not after looking at him and seeing myself." Tears fell from his eyes as he spoke, and it broke my heart to see him like this.

"Hey.." I grabbed his cheeks in my hands and made him look me in the eye, "Your okay now, they can't get to you. They're gone." My voice was quiet.

He put his hands on mine, keeping only four fingers on them at a time, "I know." He sniffles "I know." A soft smile played on his lips, making my own smile appear.

"I love you." He put his forehead against mine.

"I love you too Tomura. And aI hope you know how proud I am of you right?" A soft smile played onto my lips.

"Why are you proud?" He slightly pulled his head away from mine.

"Because I know how hard it was for you to unleard all of your parents hatred." I looked him in the eye, slowly leaning in to capture his lips in mine.

Well, I hope you know how proud I am you were created With the courage to unlearn all of their hatred God, I hope that you're happier today 'Cause I love you, and I hope that you're okay

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┄ DADDY ISSUES

➥ Shinso Hitoshi x gn!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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➥ disclaimers/warnings: mentally abusive parents, mentions of divorce, mental abuse, infidelity (dad)

➥ word count: 1.2k

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲: Daddy Issues (remix) by The Neighborhood feat. Syd

By now the burning feeling in the back of your throat wasn't anything new, nor was the stress of holding in your tears. After having to deal with your parents for sixteen years, it was habit.

Your whole life you were surrounded by yelling, stress, and anger. Always getting yelled at for the littlest things and trying to hold your tears in, it never worked of course.

Your dad was involved in your life when he had to be, but other than that you practically never saw him.

A few months ago you learned that you dad had been cheating on your mom but it wasn't a one time thing, he had been doing it for months. After she learned on this she threatened to get a divorce, but all my dad had to do to get her to stay was pay her monthly.

And because of this you were always left wondering if your parents were going to actually divorce like they said they would many times.

You often found yourself thinking that you would never actually experience what it's like to be loved, or appreciated.

And you were okay with that. After seeing how your parents relationship was, you were scared of having a romantic relationship with anyone.

Scared to fall in love, only to fight and argue constantly; then fall out of love.

You were scared of getting hurt.

It was officially your parents fault that you were scared of love, seeing how love didn't exactly work for them, why would it be any different for you.

"Hey, how've you been? We haven't talked lately." A males voice said from over my shoulder.

I jumped in shock, nearly falling off the park bench before quickly turning my had to look at the source of the voice. Shinso Hitoshi, his purple hair was as vibrant as ever.

A soft smile tugged at my lips, "Hey, just the usual. Sorry about being so flaky recently, there was a family emergency." It was sad how easily that lie slipped out of my mouth.

Even after being friends with Shinso for over 3 years, he still has no clue about my parents and their problems.

But I just didn't want to talk about it at school. It was my getaway from home, from all the fights and insults. So if keeping Shinso in the dark about my home life meant it would stay that way, then why bother.

"Did something bad happen?" No, it's always been like this.

"Nothing too bad, my grandma just collapsed out of nowhere. So we were all with just in case." Another lie.

"Oh, is she alright." He asked, genuine concern evident in his voice.

"Yeah, it was just iron deficiency. I gave him another soft smile to reassure him about my 'poor grandmother'.

"Well that's good. By the way, do you want to hang out this weekend? We haven't done that in at least two weeks."

"Yeah sure, Your place."

"Uh, we can't. Our house is getting some remodeling done to it, so were going to have to go to yours." No. no. no. My heart dropped to my gut, nervousness seeped into my body.

"I don't think that'll work. My grandma is staying over." It was a believable lie right?

"That's okay. We can just hang out in your basement so we don't disturb her." Shit.

C'mon Y/N, you just need to tell him you can't do that.

"Yeah, I guess that'll work." You gave him a small smile.

But when it came to Shinso Hitoshi, you were weak. Yours problems didn't seem so bad when you were with him.

"Alright, see you later today?" He grinned at you as he got off off the bench.

"Yeah." You nodded at the boy. You stood up and gave him a quick hug before he walked away.

After you were sure he was out of sight, the smile you forced slipped of of your face as you slumped back on to the wooden bench, letting out a sigh.

Shit, he's gonna know now. You hands rubbed your face in frustration. Why couldn't you have just said no to him, it's only two letters, n - o.

But maybe part of me wanted him to know, so I would finally have someone to talk to about it so I wouldn't have to hold it in any longer.

I was reaching out for help, but I didn't even notice.

I groaned, finally fed up with their fighting for the day. I stood up from my desk and walked over to get my earbuds, in hopes of being able to drown out some of the fighting with music.

Just as I was about to press play, my phone buzzed. My eyes were met with a text from Shinso

hey, I'm here. But it sounds like there's a lot of yelling, are you okay?

The burning sensation in the back of my throat started to appear again as tears threatened to spill.

He knows now. Now he's going to want me to tell him what's been happening.

I took a slow deep breath before going downstairs to let Shinso in. After I reached the bottom of the steps my dad spoke up.

"Who did you invite over? And why weren't we told." The irritation in his voice was clear as day.

No, he's never home. Why is he here?

After being so caught up in everything lately, I forgot to tell my parents I was having someone over. Fear started to fill my body, my voice was gone as I stood at the base of the steps frozen in fear.

Tears filled my eyes again as I tried to come up with an explanation, anything. But my mouth couldn't muster up any words as I stood there. I knew I was going to have to deal with the repercussions of my actions, and any insults they decide to throw at me knowing I won't talk back because they practically trained me not to.

Just as my mom was about to speak up, a knock came from the door. Shinso.

No, I really didn't want him to see me like this.

Just stop crying.

"Go ahead, let your friend in. And tell them you can't hang out today." He seemed so calm, and that only scared me more.

I finally moved from my spot at the bottom of the stairs, and opened the door.

I knew my eyes were red from the tears that had managed to slip out, he opened his mouth to say something but before he could get anything out I interrupted.

"Hey Shin, I just remembered I can't hang out today. But maybe late." I tried my best to muster up a smile.

Shinso only stood there, his brows were furrowed in confusion. I knew he had questions, but I closed the door before he could ask me anything.

Now I had to deal with my parents.

Or not.

I turned to look at my parents fro a moment, anger was evident on their faces. That only made my stomach churn, knowing what I was going to do next.

Before any words could be said, I ran to my room. My heart was throbbing in my chest, tears flooded my eyes.

I shut the door behind me and locked it. I heard my parents shouting as they walked towards my room.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I was crying like a child at this point, finally regretting what I just did.

My phone was buzzing non-stop on my desk, I stood up wiping my eyes and grabbed it.

Hey, Y/N what's going on?Are you okay?Y/N please answer, I need to know your okay.Please

His texts only made me cry harder, and I finally felt something I hadn't felt in a long time.

I felt loved, not by my parents. But by a person who I had only known for three years.

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┄ WISH YOU WERE SOBER

➳ Ejiro Kirishima x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

— content warnings: one-sided pining, unrequited feelings, alcohol

— word count: 1.1k

Inspired by: Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray

Kirishima knew that he would get hurt in the end. He saw how you looked at Bakugou whenever he was in the room, your eyes full of adoration and love. But he couldn't help how his heart skipped a beat whenever you spoke to him.

So here he was, at a table with everyone from class 1-A for a reunion dinner planned months in advance. He sat next to Bakugou, who was seated across from you, only making it easier for you to keep your eyes on him.

As the waiter walked past Y/N raised her hand to gain the waiter's attention, "Hi, can I get a glass of chardonnay?" A polite smiled played on your lips.

The waiter gave your a curt nod before walking into the kitchen.

After that your eyes went right back to Bakugou, they were always on Bakugou.

Kirishima's heart ached at the thought of knowing that you'll never be his. That your heart will always belong to Bakugou.

That he will only ever be a side character in your love story with Bakugou.

Glass after glass your senses were becoming duller, and it seemed to become harder to control your own body.

"Hey, hey we should hangout at my house." You blurted out. And even though the words were directed towards everyone, his heart skipped another beat.

"I don't think I can, I have early watch tomorrow." Mina spoke out, most of the others couldn't either due to prior plans, or work.

"I don't think I'll be able to either, but we can plan something later?" Bakugou spoke up.

Kirishima didn't miss the dejected look in your eyes, nor the way they sparkled when he practically asked you out.

"Yeah, that's be great." A kind smiled tugged at the corners of your lips.

Kirishima made sure he kept a smile on his face even though he felt liked he wanted to cry. It wasn't fair, he had feelings for you before Bakugou even knew you existed.

He was always there for you.

But as always, he once again came in second to the fiery blonde.

"Also, Y/N do you need a ride? You shouldn't be driving right now." Bakugou offered.

"Oh, I can take her. I know she lives a little far from you and her house is only 5 minutes from mine."

There was a silence between the three of you before Bakugou spoke up, "Yeah. Thanks Kirishima." Bakugou patted Kirishima on the shoulder, his eyes were locked with the redhead's giving him a silent warning before removing his hand.

Mine

"I'll see you later Y/N." You pulled him into a hug, missing the smile on Kirishima's face fall for a moment.

"Well we should get going."

You gave a lop-sided smile, along with a loopy nod before starting to walk towards the door, Kirishima close behind leaving Bakugou behind.

The parking lot was empty, not a surprise though considering how late it was. 11:24pm

It didn't take either of you long to find his car, a bright red land Rover parked in the middle of the deserted lot. The keys jingled in his hand as he pressed the unlock button of the key fob.

You both climbed into your respective seats. You, the passenger, and he the driver.

Once you were both buckled he pressed the start button next to the steering wheel, he wasn't even able to put the car in drive before you called his name.

"Hey... Kiri.."You voice was small, barely audible.

"Yeah, what's up? You okay Y/N?"

He sat in silence, butterflies in his stomach as he waited for you to finish what you were saying.

You looked towards him, your E/C eyes were sparkling in the moonlight, leaving the redhead speechless.

And you leaned towards him, tilting your head to the side until your lips finally met.

Kirishima's heart was doing flips, had you really chose him? Was he wrong the whole time? Did you actually like him instead of-

"Bakugou~" You moaned into the kiss.

His heart shattered right then and there.

It wasn't him, of course. It never was, nor was it ever going to be.

Once again you had gotten his hopes up, and brought them down. But this time it stung, because you didn't want to kiss him, you wanted to kiss Bakugou.

He pulled away from you, a deep ache in his heart.

'Real sweet but I wish you were sober' He thought as he put the car in drive, knowing that once you wake up tomorrow you won't even be able to remember the kiss.

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