heyy, i love your blog! can i request a scenario where the reader and bakugou are dating, but bakugou is super dismissive of the reader and kinda ignores her, like he doesn’t appreciate her. because of the neglect she joins the league of villains , because she feels unwanted ? thank uuuu lovely
Uff, this was hard to write for a reason? I’m kind of the worst and give her like a tragic past to give her more reasons to join the league and took an… interesting road for this piece. BUT I hope you enjoy! Angst ins’t my speciality so I hope this was good. Thank you lovely!!! - Admin Bunny—
Bakugou had a certain consciousness about how much his actions could affect the circumstances around him. Then again, it wasn’t in his personal characteristic to premeditate his words or actions. While he was smart and have a rounded common sense, he still was more of an act-first type of guy. His mind worked fast in order to serve his body, not the other way around.
This mentality had ramification, like his disinterest over any personal or emotional matters that could hinder his progress. He wasn’t against friends or a romantic relationship, he wasn’t in for the drama or the complications. He was straightforward with a quick, easy answer for everything.
And he hadn’t thought there was a flaw in his logic until he was faced with an abrupt break up and then the disappearance of his newly ex-girlfriend.
She hadn’t said much, simply and calmly explained she couldn’t deal with his way of treating the relationship, as if it didn’t matter. He had frowned confused—he did care. He had never thought there was something wrong, he had thought they were okay.
First, he felt a bitter confusion, he couldn’t see what she had meant, and that frustration turned into denial. He couldn’t understand her reasons, it was unfair, he hadn’t been given a chance to defend himself, to tell his side of the story. It had been his loyal group of close friends who had opened his eyes to his neglection. They hadn’t held back when he had come with the news, no one showing sympathy for him.
“Dude, I mean, you did ignore her a lot,” Sero mentioned, an apologetic look on his face. “It was hard to watch how sad she got.”
“What? When even that happened?” Bakugou asked annoyed.
Kirishima and Sero exchanged glances, silently deciding to be entirely honest. “Almost all the time,” Kirishima concluded. “It didn’t happen at first but after a couple months, you did it all the time and she just seemed very… miserable.”
“The surprise here is that you guys lasted,” Sero continued.
Bakugou was astonished by the statement, the first twinge of guilt appearing inside his chest. He had never thought his relationship was a passing trend. If he believed it would be ephemeral, he wouldn’t have bothered. But _____ had made him feel it was worth it. That they could last. “And why the fuck you never said a thing?”
“We didn’t want to meddle into your relationship. You’re not very open and we didn’t want to get into a fight with you.”
And despite how surprising the end of his relationship had been, it hadn’t prepared him for the report in front of them. He hadn’t expected to see her name again in such grim circumstances. The wave of information overwhelmed him, threw him off his feet with pure disbelief.
He had known her so little, and he couldn’t stop himself for wondering who’s fault was. Was his for his lack of interest or was it hers for purposely keeping so much hidden, not trusting him enough to open up?
He couldn’t blame himself but his head was full of could-have beens. If only he had put more attention, if he had listened to her, asked questions, showed interest, then probably she had opened up about her trips from one house to another, foster families exchanging her so frequently she never knew the stability of a home, the feeling of not being wanted painfully familiar, everlasting in her case.
Then, enter him into her life. The promise of a change gone wrong. Maybe her past wasn’t his fault but he certainly was the breaking point. He would either help her through and out of her trauma, or put the last nail on her coffin, and he had carelessly done the latest.
It all came down crashing on him like an anvil.
“We need to do this,” the voice of Kirishima said, bringing him back to the world.
Bakugou didn’t react, he kept staring at the papers scattered before him. He picked one of the papers, a photograph of her stapled to it. She was smiling at the camera and her U.A. uniform looking as clean as it ever did. A knot formed in his throat. He had never imagined, less wanted for something like that to happen. He hadn’t wanted to push her away and now she had crossed the point of no return. He couldn’t go for her, take her with him, and scream at her until she took him back and returned to their lives, forget his and hers wrongdoing and move on.
Now he had to hunt her down.
The report behind her photograph neatly explained her escape from the school, her treason to the hero school and to the public. She had joined the enemy, and Bakugou knew it hadn’t been on a whim. He couldn’t imagine for how long she had gone through the idea, tired of her life, tired of everyone… including him.
He wished he could decline the task. It wasn’t just anyone, it was her she would have to hurt and he didn’t want to hurt her further. He had done enough damage. But he cared about his reputation, he couldn’t break down in front of the professional heroes and beg them not to make him go after her. He wasn’t the same boy he was on his first of high school. Yes, he was more centered, but his emotions were still an important side of him, and it was the first time he had experienced love, and the first time he had lost it… and what a way to lose it.
But he understood why it had to be him. He knew her, knew her moves, knew her style. And being the shitty place the world was… he could get a hold of her like no other. He could make her vulnerable, bring her down more easily and they were going to take advantage of that.
The love that used to exist between them, now was the biggest weapon they had to create a fracture on a criminal association.
He dropped the paper on the table. The world didn’t care how much it hurt him, how much pain he was enduring. He had to do as told. “I know,” he grimly mumbled before getting up.
There was no other option.
