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Hi! Idk if your still writing or even take requests but I was wondering if you could do a Deaf pirate bakugo x siren reader and she has been luering sailors to their death and hes the only person she cant kill and like make it into a love trope? 😭 if not thats totally fine and i understand! thanks
Hi there!! I absolutely would love to try this trope and love the idea!! All I ask is if you don’t mind waiting a long time because I’m a full time college student who works a part time job ToT, but I’ll definitely try to get this out sometime in June the latest!
~Disclaimer~ This fic is entirely fictional and is not based on the manga. This fic explores reincarnation across different lifetimes in the same universe through curses and magic in a fantasy beginning. No quirks are mentioned. Slight cursing is mentioned. A few sexual themes are noted, but rarely mentioned, and are very vague. I am also no history expert and did not thoroughly study the timelines, so forgive me if some dates or eras are incorrect. All characters are aged up to their early twenties or older. Death is frequently mentioned with only slight descriptive details. Katsuki Bakugo is definitely an OC made for the setting where quirks don't exist, but I tried to keep his fire and passion, just altered. I also recommend listening to the song 'It All Comes Back ~ By Lord Huron' on repeat; that's all I listened to while writing this story. As always, Happy Reading!
~Prologue~
The tale begins in an age of kingdoms, when knights sought honor in the clash of steel and in the songs sung at banquet halls. Katsuki Bakugou was the brightest flame among them all—brash, relentless, cold, nonmerciful, and consumed by a hunger for greatness. He wanted more than glory carved in stone. He wanted eternity itself. He couldn’t be a king by blood, so he’d be the next best thing. A king slayer.
Legends whispered of a fountain of youth, guarded by fairies and hidden deep within forests where dragons slumbered. Knights before him had perished chasing it, but Katsuki was too proud, too greedy, too certain that fate bent to his will.
He sets out on a journey to the far-off land of the faes. He climbs the giant tree with the thickest trunk and mightiest branches. He reaches the top of the trunk. When he found it at last—shimmering under moonlight, waters glowing like starlight captured in a pool—he knelt and drank greedily. But the fairies who guarded it laughed, their voices like broken glass and honey. “Eternal life is no gift for the proud,” they said. “You will live forever, but not in joy. You will be cursed to find your love again and again—only to lose her, each and every time. Forever, shall you lose her, for your greed, eternity shall taste of ashes.”
Katsuki scoffed then. What curse could outmatch his fire? What woman could bind his eternity? But he soon learned.
He ventured to the kingdom of the cruelest king. Tales spread vast beyond the lands of his evil doings. Katsuki sought his opportunity. He ventured to the kingdom, but as his curse warned, he'd get his first taste of ashes.
For Y/n was that woman. The princess of the Kingdom. One night, he climbed over the palace's tall walls and ventured into the palace garden. There, their eyes met. Fiery red met kind fearful ones. From then on, he swore to protect instead of ruin, all because their eyes met. She was a gentle hand against his scarred cheek, a laugh that softened the sharpest edges of his rage. She loved him not for his titles, nor his victories, but for the boy beneath the armor. He gave her every piece of his guarded heart—and in the bloom of that love, he learned fear for the first time.
Because she was mortal, and he was now not.
But the curse was crueler still.
The kingdom met a raid of neighboring kingdoms seeking to destroy the evils of this rising empire that Y/n forcibly lived in. The castle lay in ruins, smoke coiling into the crimson sky. Katsuki fought harder than he ever had in his life, taking the lives of the pure for the sake of the purest in the wrong place. He fought not for pride, but for something greater now, the life of his love.
A scream echoed through the land of the once great castle, now lying in ruins. Katsuki's body shivered as his blood turned cold. He forgot all about the attackers as he fled to the source. He was met by what he'd be cursed to see for eternity. Katsuki’s sword arm trembled, not from battle but from the weight of her body in his arms. Although to him, her body is light, to the circumstances, it lay heavy in his heart. Y/n’s hair, once gleaming in sunlight, was matted with ash.
“Stay with me,” he begged, though he knew time had no mercy. His immortality was a cruel mockery; his body unscathed, hers failing. Blood pooling below her from a giant open wound in her sternum. His hands frantically working to stop it.
Her eyes fluttered open, still shining with love. “You’ll… be alright, my knight,” she whispered with those beautiful, full lips now chapped, bruised, and bloodied.
“No, damn it—without you, I’m nothing.” His voice cracked, the flame inside him sputtering against despair.
She smiled weakly. “Then find me again… I’ll be waiting.”
"I can't," his voice cracked as tears fell from his red irises.
"I can't lose you."
"You'll never lose me, for I love you, I shall forever be with you, in here." With a weakened and trembling hand, she pressed it against his chest over his heart with a trembling, loving smile.
He held her hand as her last breath left her lips, his heart breaking in a way no sword had ever pierced it. And when her eyes closed forever, his eternity became unbearable. Her hand fell limp. Katsuki roared to the heavens, but the fairies’ laughter echoed in his ears: “Forever, you shall lose her.”
Katsuki Bakugou, the immortal knight, once sought to be the most remarkable man in history. Instead, he became its loneliest shadow. His name is forgotten, his deeds erased—but in every lifetime, his heart remembers only one truth:
That eternity without Y/n is not life at all. It is the curse he carries, the punishment he deserves, and the love he cannot let go.
And then the centuries stretch onward, empty and aching, until the cycle begins anew.
– The Painter’s Muse (Renaissance)
Florence was a city dressed in color. Crimson banners fluttered from tall windows, musicians strummed lutes in the piazzas, and the smell of baking bread mingled with the sharp tang of fresh paint and stone dust. The Renaissance thrummed with invention—art, music, and philosophy, every street alive with ambition.
Katsuki Bakugo did not belong. He never did. His features stood out against the pale faces and curled wigs; his red eyes were sharp, and his ash-blonde hair was impossible to tame. He wore plain garments, enough to avoid drawing too much attention, but he carried himself like a man forged for war in a city of artists. And yet, he stayed—for he had found her again.
Y/n.
This time, she was no princess, but a painter’s apprentice in her uncle’s workshop. Her hands bore the stains of pigments, her hair often tied back in a kerchief, and her eyes shone with an unearthly light as she coaxed images into being with brush and oil. She was fiercely talented, though her uncle signed his name on her work; women were not meant to paint for glory.
Katsuki first saw her while passing beneath a sunlit archway. She stood at her easel, forehead wrinkled in concentration as she worked the delicate lines of an angel’s wings. Her lips moved as though whispering life into the brush. And when she glanced up, their eyes met—and his breath caught.
The curse whispered its cruel truth: Her again.
He returned the next day, pretending an interest in commissions. His pockets remained heavy from the money he stole from rage-filled raids he conducted after her death. Her uncle grumbled, but Y/n welcomed him with cautious curiosity. Soon, she requested him to sit for a sketch, his sharp features “too striking to waste,” to which he smirked. Yes, this was the same woman he had fallen in love with.
And so he became her muse.
She studied him with intensity, her gaze flickering from his face to the canvas, back again. Katsuki had faced down kings, warlords, dragons themselves—but her steady eyes undid him. When she worked, the world seemed to fall away. The only sound was the brush sliding across the canvas, the soft hum of her voice when she forgot herself and sang.
“You look as if you carry a thousand battles in your eyes,” she said once, tilting her head.
Katsuki smirked faintly. “Maybe I do.”
“Then tell me of them.”
He shook his head. “They’re not stories for you.”
“And yet, you keep them,” she replied, dipping her brush. “Your silence is heavier than war, I think.”
He wanted to tell her everything—how he had watched her die, how he drank cursed water centuries ago, and had lived with the weight ever since. But he only clenched his jaw and said nothing. She would not remember. She never would.
Weeks turned into months. Their meetings stretched longer. She painted him in half-light, capturing every scar, every line of his face. But she also captured the softness he revealed only to her—the way his eyes warmed when she laughed, the curve of his lips when she teased him.
They began walking Florence together—through markets thick with spices, past churches where choirs sang, into hills where wildflowers bloomed. He touched her hand once, and she didn’t pull away. Soon, their hands always sought each other.
As she sketches him in the half-finished portrait, she teases: “You know, it’s always you who inspires me.”
He chuckled it off as he intertwined their hands and continued their night stroll.
One night, she showed him her secret work. Hidden behind stacked canvases in the workshop was her masterpiece: a portrait of him.
It was unfinished—brushstrokes rough, colors raw—but the image was unmistakable. Him, not as a warrior or shadowed foreigner, but as she saw him. Strong, proud, eyes burning not with rage but with devotion. She had painted him as though he were her entire world.
“I want this to be my first true work,” she confessed, fingers smudged with paint. “Signed with my name. Not hidden beneath my uncle’s.”
His chest ached with pride and grief all at once. He cupped her stained cheek, kissed her forehead, and whispered, “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” She smiled brightly. Leaning into his touch. The moonlight beamed through her grand skylight window, cascaded beautifully upon them. Their arms wrapped around each other as Katsuki leaned down to kiss his one true love. She didn't pull away, only leaned towards him. Their lips danced beautifully together, as if they were meant to be the only lips to touch one another, almost familiar to Y/n, to Katsuki —a dream come true again.
But the curse was merciless.
The fever came suddenly. A chill that became a fire in her lungs. Florence’s physicians muttered about bad air, about imbalance of humors, about herbs and poultices. Katsuki sat at her bedside, refusing to move, his hands steadying hers as she shivered and sweated.
“You’ll get better,” he growled, though the words shook. “You have to.”
She smiled weakly, brushing trembling fingers against his cheek. “I want to finish the portrait,” she whispered. “Promise me you’ll keep it safe.”
His throat closed. “I promise.”
Her breaths grew shallower. He begged the gods he no longer believed in, cursed the fairies’ cruelty, and prayed for just one lifetime where he could keep her. But her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting for her final breath.
He cried as he begged, "I can't lose you."
"I shall forever be with you, in here." With a weak hand, she pressed it against his chest over his heart with a warm smile.
He freezes—remembering those exact words from centuries before, and she slips away in his arms.
"I love you." He sobbed
The curse won again.
Katsuki buried her beneath an olive tree outside the city. As he laid a large palm over her burial, he let out, “I promise, I’ll find you again, always.”
And from her workshop, he stole the unfinished portrait—the one with his face, painted by her hands, never signed with her name. He carried it through centuries, protecting it from fire, war, and time.
Every time he looked at it, his heart broke anew. Because though she had not finished it, though she had not signed her name, it was the truest proof of her love.
And so he waited again. Waited for the next lifetime when he might find her, hold her, and lose her all over again.
– A Ballroom of Secrets (The Regency Era)
The year was 1814, the glittering age of Queen Charlotte’s court. London pulsed with gossip, powdered wigs, and the endless matchmaking frenzy of the marriage mart, with desperate mamas hastily marrying their daughters and sons. Beneath chandeliers and gilded walls, love was a currency, traded as ruthlessly as land or gold.
Katsuki Bakugo did not belong here. He was a shadow in silks and a ghost in boots polished to a gleam. He had wandered from the East, his red eyes sharp as rubies, his ash blonde hair still untamed despite the pomade a desperate valet had tried to tame. Whispers followed him through drawing rooms—“a mysterious handsome gentleman from Japan”—but no one truly knew him. No one could.
Until her.
Lady Y/n, daughter of an English Marquess, stood stiffly under the gaze of a hundred curious eyes. She wore a powder-blue silk dress and diamonds at her throat, but her smile was painted on; her hands were clenched behind her fan. Tonight, she was to be displayed like cattle, paraded before dukes and viscounts and earls and lords, her future sealed in the flick of a gentleman’s gloved hand, all due to Queen Charlotte’s favor of being the ‘Diamond of the Season’.
Katsuki saw her before she saw him. And when she finally looked up, their eyes locked across the ballroom like the strike of flint and steel.
The world stilled.
Something ancient stirred in his chest—recognition, longing, grief. He knew that spark. He had chased it through centuries, through kingdoms and revolutions, through fire and ashes. It was her. Again.
And though she did not remember him, her lips parted as though her soul whispered a secret her mind could not grasp: I know you.
Their first dance was not supposed to happen. The viscount her parents courted for her had turned to fetch a lemonade, and Katsuki, reckless as always, seized the chance. He bowed stiffly, offered his hand, and though propriety screamed otherwise, she placed her fingers in his palm.
The violins began.
Their steps were perfect, not because he knew the dance, but because he knew her. He knew the way her body moved when she danced with him. He anticipated her every turn, guided her through every pause. She laughed once—quiet, startled, like a girl awakening from a dream—and the sound nearly broke him.
But the gossip came swiftly after that night. “Lady Y/n danced with the foreigner.” “Surely her father will never allow it.” “How scandalous.”
And still, they met in secret.
By moonlight in the gardens, her hand clutching his sleeve. In the library, whispers tucked between the spines of forgotten books. She spoke of her frustration with the marriage mart, her longing to marry for love rather than title. Katsuki never told her the truth, never confessed that they had danced a thousand times before, that he had held her as she died in a hundred different ways. He only told her what he could:
“You’re mine. Even if the world says you can’t be.” He would whisper in her ear as they danced under the moonlight, hidden from the ton in the gardens.
Her heart leaned toward him, reckless as his own. But reality was crueler than any fairy’s curse.
He brought her to his estate late in the night, in secret as always. He showed her everything she could have dreamed of for her own estate. They stumbled upon a grand room where balls were to be held, but he never held one. Instead, he showcased all the artifacts he collected from his many lives lived in one. Y/n's eyes stopped at a painting. A painting of him.
"My, your affections for yourself are quite grand, are they not?" She giggled lightly as she examined it.
She could see the thought and precision put into this piece. She then realized it told more than just the image of him; there was a deeper story behind this piece, she could see it in his painted eyes.
"It's not about what's painted, but the person with the hand who painted it." He spoke calmly as he came up behind her, his eyes fixed on the painting with sorrow.
"Oh?"
"Someone dear to me had painted this piece. I promised I'd keep it safe for them."
"What happened?"
"They passed. See the bottom half? It hadn't been finished."
"I see, I'm sorry." Her hand held his as she felt sorrow for him.
"Don't be, all is well now." He smiled warmly at her, squeezing her smaller hand in his.
The day her betrothal was announced—to the very viscount her parents had chosen—she found him in the garden, roses blooming madly around them.
Tears glistened on her lashes. “If I had a choice, I’d choose you,” she whispered.
“You do have a choice,” Katsuki growled, desperation cracking through his chest. He wanted to steal her away, to burn this cursed world down if it meant keeping her.
But she shook her head, trembling. “No, Katsuki… if I defy them, it will ruin my family. My sisters. My name. I’ve been cursed as a firstborn daughter to a family with no sons. My sister's future rests on my success.” She vented.
Katsuki knew a thing or two about curses, something she didn’t, but was a part of unknowingly. And for the third time across centuries, he watched her slip through his fingers—not by fire, not by fate, but by duty, by something worse than death, as he did not lose her by death this lifetime, but by another man.
Their last moment was stolen—a kiss beneath the moonlight in his rose arbor of his grand estate, fierce and aching, her hands tangled in his hair, his grip bruising her waist as though he could keep her forever.
“I don’t care who you marry,” he swore against her lips. “In this life or the next, I’ll find you. You hear me? I’ll always find you.”
Her tears stained his skin. She whispered, “Then I’ll wait for you.”
"And I will always be with you, in here." She pressed her hand against his chest over his heart. He stilled, his breath hitching at her action that she unknowingly had done a few times before. It only added to his heartbreak.
And then she was gone—into the arms of another man, into a life where he could not follow. Katsuki remained, burning, immortal, cursed once more to love and lose in silence. This time felt worse than any other. She did not die. She was alive. Alive and well, she married and bore sons and daughters by another man. He watched from afar as they grew. Watched the eyes of the woman he’ll love for eternity, on someone else’s child, a different father. This, by far, is the worst lifetime he has lived.
– The War’s Last Dance (1940s)
The battlefield was nothing like the ballrooms of the Regency or the sunlit studios of Florence. It was a machine that swallowed men whole. Cannons thundered, rifles cracked in endless rhythm, and smoke choked the skies. The ground was churned mud, thick with the copper stench of blood and iron.
Katsuki Bakugo strode through it all as if he were forged for this era. His uniform was immaculate despite the carnage—dark jacket, polished boots, medals gleaming against his chest. His presence commanded fear and respect; soldiers straightened at his passing, whispers of “General Bakugo” following in his wake. His voice was sharp as steel, his orders precise, his rage contained only by duty.
Yet beneath that unyielding armor, he was weary. Centuries had hardened him, and yet every lifetime he carried the same wound—waiting, searching, hoping for her.
And then he found her.
Amidst rows of wounded soldiers in a field hospital tent, she moved like a flame against the shadows. Y/n. Her hair tied hastily beneath a nurse’s cap, sleeves rolled high as she cleaned wounds, whispered comfort, and pushed her exhausted body past its limits. The smell of iodine and rot clung to her, but her eyes burned with relentless determination.
She saw Katsuki before he spoke, her gaze meeting his with a sharp clarity that made his chest tighten. She didn’t know him—not in the way that mattered—but her soul recognized him in the smallest way, as it always did.
“You’re in my way, sir,” she said briskly, shoving past him with a basin of bloodied bandages.
Katsuki smirked faintly. “You’re a stubborn one.”
“I don’t have time for pleasantries. Men are dying.”
He followed her, unable to stop himself. Watched the way her hands shook after stitching a boy’s wound, yet she pressed on to the next cot without pause. She scolded officers, argued with doctors, ignored the hierarchy when a life was at stake. She was fire in her own right—not blazing like his, but steady, fierce, and unyielding. Moving with purpose and ferocity that mirrored his soul. This was his Y/n.
Days turned to weeks. Katsuki visited often under the guise of inspections, but truthfully, he came to see her. He found excuses to linger by her side—fetching supplies, carrying the weight she shouldn’t have to bear. She called him “General” with an edge in her voice. She saw him as nothing more than a bloodthirsty, prideful man hiding behind his rank and medals, forcing young men and old to die in a pointless war, but slowly, the ice thawed.
Late at night, when the hospital quieted, he caught her humming softly as she checked on sleeping patients. Once, she caught him staring.
“What do you see when you look at me like that?” she asked, wiping her bloodied hands on a rag.
“Everything,” he answered simply.
She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re a soldier. A general at that. A man like you shouldn’t know how to be poetic.” She smirked.
But his eyes never left hers. “War teaches you what you can’t bear to lose.”
Their closeness grew like a forbidden fire. Whispers spread of the General and the nurse—two people who shouldn’t belong together but couldn’t seem to stay apart. They stole moments between chaos: a brush of hands when he passed her bandages, a lingering look across the tent, a kiss stolen behind canvas walls while the world outside burned. In the quiet of night, they indulged in debauchery in the general's tent.
“Do you always grumble like that general?” Y/n slid her arms around his waist as he grumbled with furrowed brows, examining his war plans on his desk. His scowl immediately faded into a soft expression as a hand was placed atop one of her arms. Leaning back into her warm body behind him, like it always did, just melts into her.
“Does your nose always twitch when you’re focused?” He retorts.
“Touche.”
For the first time in centuries, Katsuki dared to imagine keeping her.
In his quiet tent, as she tends to his wounds, Y/n says with a tired smile: “Somehow… It’s always you I end up patching back together.” To which he snorts before he winces at the sting of his wound. It was always a time he had with her. It made him dream he could finally have a long life with her. But the curse was patient. It always was. This time, it toyed with him for longer than ever.
The fever swept the camp before the war ended. Typhoid, they said. Men fell quickly, shivering, delirious, coughing until their bodies gave out. Y/n never flinched. She worked harder, longer, even as her skin paled and her hands trembled. She gave her rations away to starving soldiers, stayed at bedsides long after her own strength failed.
Katsuki begged her to rest, to let others carry the burden. To let others deal with the sick to prevent her from catching.
“You can’t save them all,” he snapped one night, gripping her wrist as she tried to rise from her cot.
“I can try,” she whispered hoarsely, eyes fever-bright. “If I stop, they’ll die.”
His chest split open with anguish. “And if you don’t stop, you’ll die!” He cried desperately.
She smiled faintly, weak but stubborn. “Then at least I’ll die doing what matters.”
“I won’t let you.”
The smell of antiseptic and smoke clung to the canvas walls of the field hospital. Coughs rattled the air, punctuated by distant artillery. Y/n moved tirelessly from cot to cot, a damp cloth pressed against her brow. The fever that had been gnawing at her body for days had left her pale and unsteady, but she refused to rest.
“Lie back,” she told a soldier with a bloodied leg, her voice soft but firm. “You’re safe here. You’ll see the morning.”
Katsuki leaned against the doorway, his uniform smeared with ash and sweat, watching her. She was only twenty-two, barely more than a girl, yet she worked like a storm, stubbornly clinging to every fragile life in that tent. His chest ached with something fierce and unnamable.
He wanted to march over, drag her to a cot, and force her to rest. But he also knew—this was who she was. Y/n didn’t bend for her own weakness. She burned herself down to keep others alive.
And gods, he loved her for it.
Outside, the drone of planes began. The earth trembled. Everyone inside stiffened.
“Air raid!” someone screamed.
Panic surged. Soldiers tried to rise, nurses ducked, voices cracked in fear. Y/n’s head snapped up, but she didn’t run. She knelt beside a delirious soldier, holding his trembling hand, whispering comfort.
Katsuki’s chest tightened. He took one step forward, heart hammering. “Y/n!” he roared.
Her head whipped toward him at the sound of his voice. Their eyes locked across the chaos—her fevered, tired, but bright with that same stubborn light. For one heartbeat, it was only them.
And then the world split open.
The bomb struck the tent in an eruption of fire and sound. Canvas ripped, wood shattered, the air turned white-hot. Katsuki was thrown back by the shockwave, the scream torn from his throat swallowed by the blast.
When the dust settled, the field hospital was gone. Only fire and wreckage remained.
Katsuki staggered to his feet, coughing, eyes burning. “Y/N!” His voice broke raw, tearing from his lungs until his throat bled. He stumbled through the wreckage, shoving aside burning beams, his hands blistering, searching for her—needing her.
He found only smoke, rubble, and silence.
And in the ringing aftermath, he swore he heard her voice, faint, like a whisper carried by the flames: “It’s always you,” with the faint ghostly feeling of a soft hand to his chest over his heart.
Katsuki collapsed to his knees, head thrown back as a howl ripped out of him, anguish splitting his chest wide open. He had lost her again, not to illness, not to time, but to the merciless cruelty of war. His fists clenched in the ash.
The soldiers who saw him that night would never forget the sound. The strongest man they knew, broken beyond repair, screaming for the woman fate had stolen from him yet again.
Stardust and Small Town Dreams (1920s, The South of America)
The town was the kind of place people were born into and never left. Wooden porches sagged with the weight of rocking chairs, cicadas hummed in the trees, and summer air clung like honey. The nights were quiet—too quiet for Y/n, whose heart beat to a rhythm far bigger than the town could hold.
At twenty-two, she was already infamous here, not for scandal, but for her voice. When she sang at the local dance hall on Saturday nights, people swore the room stopped breathing. She didn’t just sing songs—she became them. Every note carried longing, every lyric a promise of the life she dreamed of: city lights, velvet dresses, applause thundering in smoky jazz clubs far away from these dusty roads.
But for now, she was still the girl in the small town, helping her father at the hardware store and his ranch by day, singing beneath string lights by night, restless and dreaming.
That’s when Katsuki Bakugo came to town.
He arrived in a pressed suit, dust clinging to his boots, his sharp Japanese features making heads turn in a place where strangers were rare. He was older, though not by appearance—mid, almost late 20’s maybe, but with eyes that looked as if they had seen centuries. He claimed he was just “passing through,” though he already knew he would stay. Because he had found her again.
The first time he heard her sing, she stood on a rickety stage in the dance hall, hair pinned in soft curls, voice carrying through the hot summer night. He froze in the doorway, chest aching. Her. Again.
Afterward, she found him leaning against the post outside, cigarette glowing faintly.
“You’re not from around here,” she said, brushing sweat from her brow, suspicion and curiosity mingling in her gaze.
“Noticed that, did you?” he smirked.
Her lips quirked. “Hard not to. We don’t get strangers much, especially ones that look like they’ve stepped out of a magazine ad.”
He chuckled. “And you—don’t belong here either.”
She blinked. “What makes you say that?”
“Your eyes,” he said, matter-of-fact. “They’re already somewhere else.”
Her heart skipped. No one had ever put words to the restlessness inside her, not like that.
What began as banter turned into something more. Katsuki started showing up at the diner where she worked part-time, waiting in the corner booth with his arms crossed, smirking when she pretended not to notice. He walked her home after performances, their hands brushing until finally, one humid evening, she let her fingers slip into his.
“Why do you stay here?” she asked him once, as they sat on the hood of his car parked at the edge of town, stars sprawled above them.
“Because you’re here,” he answered simply.
She laughed softly, not believing him. But when she looked at him—really looked—she felt a pull she couldn’t explain. As though they had known each other longer than these fleeting months.
They fell in love like summer lightning—sudden, blinding, impossible to ignore. Long drives with the windows down, nights on the porch swing where he kissed her until the world blurred, afternoons where she sang just for him while he watched with a hunger in his eyes he couldn’t hide. He began learning how to play all her favorite instruments she loved to hear and sing with—making beautiful duets out on her family's porch late at night.
It was young, reckless love. The kind people whispered about in church pews, shaking their heads, certain it wouldn’t last. But neither of them cared.
“I’m gonna get out of here,” she told him one night, lying with her head in his lap in the back of his truck, a blanket on the bed with pillows as fireflies were blinking in the fields around them. “I’m gonna sing in clubs where people wear diamonds, where the music never stops. You’ll come with me, won’t you?”
His throat tightened. He wanted to promise her everything. But he couldn’t. He had promised before. And every time, the curse had stolen her.
Instead, he pressed his lips to her hair and whispered, “I’ll go wherever you go.”
But dreams are fragile.
One August evening, Y/n finally got a call from a singing agent who had scouted her at the Stardust club, claiming they liked her to come to another club, deeper into the city, bigger, brighter, to sing.
On her way home from rehearsal, the storm came. Southern summer storms were fierce—sheets of rain, thunder that shook the ground. She ran, laughter spilling as she dashed down the main street, her dress clinging to her skin. She ran home wishing to tell Katsuki the happy news, but when she crossed the road, a truck’s headlights cut through the storm too late.
The world stopped.
Katsuki was on his way to see her, but he stayed behind with her father to help him with his shop's finances that afternoon. He cursed, he was running late to meet her at the club and walk her home. He walked quickly to the club, but as he reached her, she lay in the mud, blood mixing with rainwater, her breath shallow. He rushed to her side, quickly kneeling beside her and lifting her into his lap.
“Don’t you dare leave me,” he snarled, clutching her face, his tears indistinguishable from the storm. “Not again.”
"I'll forever be with you, in here." With a weak hand, she pressed it against his chest over his heart with a warm smile.
Her trembling hand brushed his cheek. “I was going to… sing in New York,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I was going to make it, Katsuki.”
“You already made it,” he said fiercely. “You’re everything.”
Her lips curved in a faint smile. “Dance with me… next time?”
“Always,” He whispered into her hair as he clutched her body to his chest.
"Always you," And then the storm swallowed her last breath.
Katsuki and her family buried her on a hill overlooking the town she had always wanted to escape. The cicadas sang as if mocking him, the air heavy with loss. He stayed there until dawn, drenched and broken, clutching the last scrap of her—a song she had written, tucked into her pocket. Y/n’s mother came with a comforting hand to his shoulder, not mouthing a word, just being there for a while with him, before leaving for the night.
And when the sun rose in the morning, he walked away again—carrying her memory, carrying the curse. Carrying the promise that he would find her in the next life, and the one after that, and the one after that—until the end of eternity.
The Hollow Decade (1960s, America)
The 1960s roared with rebellion. The world was painted in tie-dye, thundered with protest songs, filled with voices demanding freedom, love, and change. But for Katsuki Bakugo, the decade was nothing but silence.
He hadn’t found her. Not this time.
For years, he searched, scanning faces in college crowds, among anti-war rallies, in smoky coffeehouses where folk singers crooned. He traveled from city to city, listening for the laugh, the glance, the spark that would tell him she’s here. But she never was. The curse was merciless like that—sometimes granting him lifetimes with her, sometimes stealing her away entirely.
Now, he sat in a dim bar, nursing a glass of bourbon. His suit was sharp; his reputation untarnished. He was a man of power, wealth, and influence. Outwardly, Katsuki Bakugo was everything people envied. But under the low hum of jukebox music, under the neon glow bleeding against his glass, he was hollow.
A woman slid onto the stool beside him, all perfume and red lips, her laughter too practiced.
“You look like you could use some company,” she purred, leaning in.
Katsuki didn’t glance at her. He tipped the bourbon back, the burn tracing fire down his throat, his eyes fixed on the amber liquid.
“You’re wasting your time,” he muttered, voice gravel.
The woman faltered, confusion flashing across her face. But his silence was immovable, an invisible wall she couldn’t breach. With a huff, she slid off the stool and disappeared into the crowd.
Katsuki stayed. Drink after drink. The world around him blurred—laughter, jukebox songs, clinking glasses—but he was somewhere else.
Her voice. Her smile. Her warmth against him in another lifetime.
Every memory was sharper than the alcohol, cutting him open from the inside. Ordering another drink as he stared into the glass, chugging another sip. As he pulled his glass back down, he stared at the liquid in it. His eyes decieving him as he saw glowing water from a spring. His eyes have seen this water before, centuries ago. Lifetimes ago. His eyes narrowed as he nearly snarled. He never should’ve drank that fucking water from that fucking spring.
Finally, he left the bar, the night air cool against his burning skin. His apartment was immaculate, the kind of place a man like him was expected to keep—fireplace trimmed, shelves lined with books, decanters gleaming on polished wood. But it was empty. Always empty.
He collapsed onto the leather couch by the fireplace, bourbon still on his breath. He lit the fire, its crackle filling the silence. Leaning back, he let his head tip against the cushion, eyes unfocused on the flames.
“You should be here,” he whispered to the empty room.
The fire popped in answer, shadows flickering. He closed his eyes, and in the glow behind his lids, he imagined her again—her laughter echoing like the 1920s jazz clubs, her hands warm as when she stitched soldiers’ wounds, her lips soft beneath his during nights that had long since burned away.
But when he opened his eyes, it was only firelight. Only silence. Only him.
Katsuki poured himself another drink, though it could never fill the ache. He would wait again, as he always did. Because eternity meant nothing if she wasn’t in it.
And so the immortal man drank alone, listening to the ghost of her voice until the fire burned low. Curse that fucking spring of immortality.
The Last Lifetime (Present Day)
Centuries have taught him patience, but also despair. Decades sometimes pass where he cannot find her.
The city was different now. Not cobblestones and carriages, not smoky jazz clubs or battlefields—it was glowing skylines, buzzing phones, and endless screens. Yet for Katsuki Bakugo, it was all the same. An infinite world, and him wandering through it, cursed to live forever.
He walks through crowds, searching for eyes that feel like home.
And then, he found her again. When he finally sees her again—in a café, books in her hands—he feels the world stop.
Y/n.
He knows: one day, death will steal her again, and he will be left alone. Yet he chooses her, every time.
It was in a small bookstore, of all places. Their hands brushed over the same worn copy of a novel, and when she looked up at him, smiling faintly, he felt the old familiar ache. Every century of longing. Every death he had held her through. She was here. Again.
They built a life in the modern world. Coffee dates, quiet walks in the park, arguments about where to order takeout. It was ordinary, and it was everything he had ever wanted. But still—he never told her. He had sworn to himself, lifetime after lifetime, that she should be spared the weight of his curse.
Until the night she slipped.
They were curled up in bed, city light spilling through the curtains. She laughed at something he muttered, pressing her face into his chest. “Katsuki.”
"Hmm?"
"I love you.." Her voice was small, tainted with something broken. His demeanor shifts, recognizing something is upsetting his girls' minds.
"Baby, what's wrong?" She stays quite curled into his chest.
"I love you too, talk to me," He encourages, eyebrows creasing in worry.
"I just- I just wanted to let you know that. I've never said it in words before...But I'll always be with you, in here." With a firm hand, she pressed it against his chest over his heart with a warm smile.
"I'll always choose you."
The words hung heavy.
Katsuki stilled. “…What did you just say?”
Her breath caught. She hadn’t meant to. Not yet. But the truth pressed too hard against her chest to deny. She hadn't realized he'd catch and interpret her words from all her lives before, but of course, he would; he had been cursed to remember the last words of his beloved for all eternity.
“Hmm?,” she hummed.
"What did you just fucking say?" His mind began to scramble.
"Kats-"
"What did you say? Why did you say that?" His voice grows louder.
"Katsuki-"
"What do you mean by-"
"I remember Katsuki!" She shouted, panicked by his behavior, before the room fell quiet.
"I remember.."
He sat up sharply, heart pounding. “What the hell do you mean, you remember?”
Y/n’s eyes glistened as she slid out of bed and crossed the room. From her dresser, she pulled out a box—old, wooden, edges worn. Inside were journals, dozens of them. She handed one to him, her hands trembling.
“I’ve remembered everything,” she said softly. “Every life. Every death. You, finding me. Losing me. Again and again.”
Katsuki opened one of the journals. His chest seized as he read her handwriting describing things no one else could know: the fountain, the battlefield, the dance hall storm. Her voice in ink across centuries.
“You—” his voice cracked. He slammed the book shut, eyes blazing. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I was scared!” she cried. “Scared you’d leave, scared that if I spoke it out loud, the curse would rip me from you faster. I wanted one life where it could just be us for once. Plus, this isn't a normal thing, Katsuki. This situation is fucking crazy!”
“Damn it, Y/n!” Katsuki’s voice broke, fury and grief colliding. He turned away, running a hand through his hair. “I watched you die a hundred times. I carried this curse alone because I thought you were spared. And all this time—you carried it too?”
Her tears slid freely now, but her voice was steady when she answered. “No! At least, not till now. I never remembered before! Not even after my final breaths, I never remembered. It was only when I had dreams of each lifetime we had for weeks before we met. And when our hands brushed at the library, it was like a spark that surged all my dreams together like a movie. It wasn't until our hands brushed when we first met that I remembered. ”
His breath caught. His shoulders shook. Slowly, he turned back to her, and when she looked at him, he saw it—all the lives, all the deaths, all the love.
And something inside him shifted. Like a chain snapping.
They held each other until dawn, not speaking, just breathing together as though afraid the world would pull them apart. But it didn’t.
The curse broke quietly.
Neither of them noticed at first. Life unfolded in its gentle rhythms: weekend trips, arguments about the thermostat, laughing until their stomachs hurt. They were growing older together—something Katsuki had never been allowed.
One morning, Y/n ran her fingers through his hair, pausing. Her lips curved in a tender smile. “Katsuki… you’ve got a grey hair.”
He scoffed, brushing her hand away—until he froze. Her words sank in. He rushed to the bathroom mirror. And there it was: a single silver thread glinting among the ash-blond.
His chest tightened, breath stuttering. He touched the mirror with trembling fingers. He was aging. For the first time in centuries, he was finally human again.
When he turned, Y/n was smiling through tears. “It’s over,” she whispered.
He pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her shoulder. And for once, he let himself weep—not out of grief, but out of gratitude.
They grew old together. Wrinkles deepened, hair silvered, bodies slowed. But their love only grew richer, stronger, unshakable. Through the decades, as they married, had children, and their children had children, Katsuki got to watch it all with him by her side. Alas, he got to live it with her since his curse began; he was able to live a whole life with her. And when Y/n passed, her hand in his, her final breath a soft sigh of his name, and like a secret code, a small, "It was always you," followed. Katsuki did not rage at the heavens. He pressed his lips to her forehead, whispering, “I’ll follow you. This time, I’ll follow.”
“Promise?”
“Always.”
"It will always be you, my love." He whispered with tears, his face softening with a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"I will forever be with you, in here." With a weak hand, she pressed it against his chest over his heart with a warm smile as she truly took her final breath of life, for good.
And a couple months later, so did he.
On the couch by the fire where he had once drunk alone in the 1960s, Katsuki Bakugo closed his eyes for the last time. But instead of emptiness, there was warmth. Her warmth.
When he opened them again, he stood in a green meadow of flowers. A meadow he had walked centuries before, before his curse took place. She was there, timeless and radiant, smiling through tears.
“Took you long enough,” Y/n said.
He strode to her, his voice breaking as he pulled her into his arms. “I always did come back to you.”
Together, they walked into the endless flower meadow, forever...
Thank you so much for reading! I know a lot of this fic seemed rushed or not very long, but I could have written each era of the story forever when I had to write all of them, so I felt the need to make them short. Sorry! I hope you enjoyed this fic! This is my favorite one yet! If you liked this one, please feel free to check out my masterlist! As always, thanks for reading. Please come again!! <3
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[Disclaimer] As always with this character, heavy cursing, swearing, inappropriate language, HEAVY angst, and SEXUAL THEMES MENTIONED. Mentions of cheating and alcohol use. Every character is aged up to their mid-twenties! MDNI!!
“I’m heading to work.”
The gruff voice of your fiancé startled you, his words slowly causing your brain to signal your body to get rid of the sleep and get up. Slowly, your body got up to sit against the headrest of the bedframe to look at your fiancé better. He stood in the doorway wearing sweats and a hoodie, his hero suitcase in hand. He stared at you with his original scowling expression. Usually, you could read his expressions like a children’s book, but lately it’s been feeling like the highest level of philosophy in a foreign language of the dinosaur age to read. Foreign, strange, and unknown.
“Is this how it’s gonna be?” You asked lowly, eyes cascading down to your hands gripping your bedsheets tightly in your palms.
“What?” His gruff voice strikes your heart and mind, aggravating and upsetting your mood.
“Is this how our marriage is going to be? You running away from our problems and straight to work instead of fighting?”
“I don’t wanna bother with this,” Katsuki sneered as he scoffed and turned away to the hut of your shared apartment. You quickly sprang out of bed, grabbing a robe that lay on the bed bench in front of your bed. You quickly scurried after your fiancé while slipping on your robe, blood boiling.
“Are you serious? You’re gonna run? Avoid confrontation, that’s vital for our relationship. Do you even care, Katsuki?” Your voice grew with each word you spat. Katsuki stopped in his tracks and spun around to give you what you wanted.
“God fucking dammit, Y/n, I don’t wanna fight with you!”
“I’m fighting with you! I want to fight with you, fight with me, fight for me, for fucks sake!”
“What else do you want me to do?! I said my peace last fuckin’ night Y/n, I have nothing else to fuckin’ spat at you!”
“You barely said shit last night-”
“Because there’s no reason to fuckin’ defend myself! You want me to fight you over a fucking allegation?! You’re fuckin’ serious?!”
“Is it so unreasonable?! You didn’t think the grandest suspicion of that allegation was the open threat you gave Midoriya that you’d beat him at everything? In every aspect of your lives, especially relationships?” You quoted.
“Are you fuckin’ serious? Does that not mean exactly what it sounds like?! That I’d have a better relationship with you than that nerd does with Ochako?!”
“Ochako?”
“ ‘s that not her fuckin’ name?”
“Since when did you call people by their first names, Katsuki?” You asked in a stern and demanding tone. Eyes narrowed fiercely with growing rage.
“What? Come on, Y/n, I can’t say fuckin’ shit without you shitting on me!”
“WHEN do you call anyone by their first name, Katsuki?! Or even last name?! When do you ever even adress me that way?!” She screamed.
“It’s not a big fuckin’ deal, Y/n! It slipped because I’m fuckin’ overwhelmed with all this bitchin’ you’re givin’ me!”
“Tell me, Katsuki, when were you going to stop seeing her?”
“What?” Katsuki’s eyes widened as his face paled with offense and shock. He was shocked because he couldn’t believe his ears. Couldn’t fathom those words spilling from those perfect lips, let alone fathom the thought itself.
“When were you gonna plan to stop seeing her?” You held a stern expression, yet your eyebrows creasing gave away your hurt.
“Are you serious?” Katsuki genuinely asked, not believing you could actually believe those filthy lies the news and journalists spat about him.
“Answer Katsuki.” You spoke through your teeth. Your jaw was tense and firm while your body echoed with pain. Pain of the thought of your beloved with another.
“You’re fuckin’ serious, Y/n?”
“Answer the fucking question, Katsuki!” You cried more angrily from the frustration of his avoidance of answering your question. That one answer to that one question every girl dreads asking and hearing.
“Never! Never because I’d never do that to you!” His tone was desperate and genuine as he approached you with long strides.
“Tch, yeah right! Midoriya suspects it, too! You’re not fucking slick, Katsuki!” You emphasized with your hands.
“Y/n, stop! It’s not true. Those accusations are just accusations. I’d never do that-”
“That’s such bullshit! Why are you lying to me?!”
“I’m not, I’m telling you the truth, Y/n!” He whined as he desperately reached for your hands and grasped them tightly in his.
“You really think I’m stupid?! Who does your laundry, Katsuki?” You tugged your hands roughly away from his grasp as he desperately tried to follow them to hold them again. Desperate to feel your touch to ground him.
“What-”
“You don’t think I see the makeup on your shirts? Or the fuckin’ cum stains in your boxers when you know damn well we haven’t come close to having sex, let alone kissing, for nearly a year now! Don’t fucking play with me, Katsuki! Just say it!”
“Y-You’ve got it wrong!” He begs desperately.
You throw you’re arms up in the air, frustration of the deceit and refusal to admit the betrayal is upsetting you to no end. Your hand reached up to firmly grasp your face as it slid down to rub some of the tension off your face before you turned abruptly to speak again.
“Bakugou, please, just tell me the truth.” You sighed exasperatedly.
“I am Y/n! I wouldn’t do that to you!” He cried from his frustration and desperation.
“Do you really think I’m that stupid?! Midoriya suspects it, too!”
“That fuckin’ nerd doesn’t know shit!” He yelled, angry upon hearing his name.
“Again, that’s all you fuckin’ care about! Beating him! Being better than him! Having what he does and more!”
“No! That’s bullshit! I don’t care about that shit!”
“Why are you lying?!” You cried out.
“Tch. I can’t fuckin’ do this with you.” He scoffed, frustrated and tired of sounding like a broken record. His hand came up to his forehead and rubbed it soothingly to dull his upcoming headache.
“Seriously?” You scoffed in disbelief.
“Yes! I told ya earlier I don’t wanna fight over a minor fuckin’ allegation, Y/n!” Katsuki cried in exasperation.
“Well, I want to fight you!” Your hand repeatedly stabbed against your chest to emphasize your point as you yelled.
“What’s the fuckin’ point?! What are you gonna fuckin’ gain?!”
“I don’t know, maybe a feeling that you actually care! All you do is come home, eat the cold portions of food I've made for you, shower, and sleep. You never talk to me anymore, and whenever I do anything with you, you ignore me! You’re never home anymore! You barely even sleep here and choose to sleep at your fucking office. What is this, Katsuki? Is this even living? Are we even engaged? Is this what our marriage will be like?” You cried angrily.
“What? I’m always here, what are you on about?!”
“No, you’re not! You’re only home late into the night, and if you're home, you’re on your phone texting God knows who, or you choose to be on call 24/7! And let’s not forget the ungodly hours of the night you slip out of our place to go do lord knows what with whom!” You shouted as you gave a little stomp to the ground at the end of your sentence. Your frustration, your anger, your pain, all your emotions that have been bottled up are rising to the tip of the bottle, threatening to explode.
“You really think I’d waste my fuckin’ time with you and choose to cheat on you?! You reckon I’d do that?!”
“I don’t know what to think of you anymore.” You shook your head slightly in your disappointment.
“Y/n, I would never do that to you. You know that.”
The sound of a phone ringing brings you both out of your frenzy. Katsuki reaches for his back pocket and pulls his phone out. His eyes scan it before looking back at you. His lips parting, throat feeling dry, causing him to gulp a fresh batch of saliva to wet and lubricate his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed before his lips parted again to speak.
“I gotta go,” He says as he reaches for his hero suitcase again and begins to head for the front door.
“Katsuki! We aren’t done here!”
“That’s enough, Y/n!” He screamed.
You flinched back slightly at his loud and angry tone.
“That’s enough! I don’t wanna hear anymore of this fuckin’ shit!” His loud, aggressive tone has you still. "You want a fight? You want me to open up and bleed all over the floor so that you can feel something for once?" He seethed angrily. Pupils blown to slits with pure, fiery rage.
"I want the truth! Not this… emotionally neutered version of you. If you're angry, then be angry!" You cried desperately. Bakugou laughs bitterly.
"Fine! You wanna know why I stopped trying? Because you're a goddamn black hole, Y/n. Everything I give, you swallow up and come back starving for more. It's never fuckin’ enough for you!"
You responded quietly.
"That's not fair..."
"No, what's not fair is me walking on eggshells because your insecurities need a fuckin’ escape! You cry over every little thing I do, invent villains, stories, and call it your love, like what the fuck!" He ranted as he paced back and forth. His body language is pouring with frustration. He’s charging up with his anger, and you can almost taste it.
"I just wanted—" You began as you trembled with tears brimming in the waterline of her eyes, her irises shaking when Katsuki cut her off.
"You wanted drama! You wanted a villain so you could be the tragic heroine! Well, congratu-fucking-lations Y/n! You made me one!" Bakugou seethed with boiling skin. His body was on fire, which couldn’t be put out.
You stumbled back, tears flooding your eyes. You sink to the floor, a broken sob escaping your lips. Your hands tremble as you try to catch your breath. Bakugou pauses. Something soft flickers in his irises, regret? But he kills it instantly, like he always does.
Katsuki is loud. He’s always been loud. He screams and shouts at anything and everything, yet he’s never yelled at you like this before. No. This was laced with true venom. His eyes were red like the hatred poured out from the depths of his burning belly. His face contorted to one of pure anger. With all you’re emotions you’ve been storing in a tiny jar, and now this, you’re overflowing with emotion, and now the bottle exploded into a million sharp, broken glass pieces.
A hoarse sob broke first as your eyes glazed with tears before more small sobs began erupting from your soul. You always tried your best not to crumble, but you’ve reached your capacity to let things boil over. Feeling too used to letting things slide, and you just couldn’t do it anymore. You cracked in every way possible, which now has you sobbing on the floor.
Katsuki’s heart tore painfully in his chest. He hated seeing you upset with a passion. He’s always wanted to protect you from everything in your lives. He just never thought he’d have to protect you from himself. He’s done this to you. The thought fills him with so much more anger. The one thing Katsuki excels at is being angry and not controlling it like a wildfire.
“For fucks sake, Y/n, why the fuck are you crying?! Isn’t this what you wanted?! A fucking fight?! Grow up!” Katsuki has always had two sides to himself that no one knew of.
His front, which is his protective front of aggression and coldness, and on his inside, his child self, full of insecurities. That’s your Katsuki. The real him. His true self only he’s let you see. Had. Was. He had let you see it, but it wasn’t easy. It took him years to finally fully open up to you. It took a great deal of work, but he eventually did. Then, somewhere down the line, he shut off again. When did it happen? Sometime after Uravity came back to Japan. Sometime after she and Deku announced their relationship, his condition worsened, especially with you, and that’s when you lost him. You just didn’t realize it.
Your Katsuki hadn’t been yours for a long time. The sudden realization hits you like a freight train. But what hurts more is him. His words are filled with vile and venom, injecting themselves into your fragile and vulnerable body. Infecting your limbs and organs, turning them into a lifeless body. That’s what it felt like to love Katsuki Bakugou—sweet, addictive, toxic, venomous, numbingly vile, love. As Katsuki spits his venom, his inner turmoil stirs. It’s like he’s looking through the eyes of someone else. Watching through someone else's angry eyes as he sees you crumble before him. Watches as this stranger screams vile things at you. Stop. Stop, what are you doing to her? Leave her alone! Stop this, please!
“Look at you! Pathetic! Crying like that’s going to fix anything! You always do this! Collapse like a fucking weakling the second shit gets real!” He doesn’t mean that. He doesn’t know why he’s saying that.
You looked up at him, shattered.
Bakugou then speaks in the coldest tone he’s ever spoken in.
"You asked for this. This is what it looks like when someone finally tells you you’re not worth the fairytale you’ve built in your head." Why is he saying that? He wants that fairytale you dream of. He wants it with you and only you. It’s why he asked for your hand. Why’s his mouth spitting such bullshit?
You remained on the floor, curled in on yourself. Your sobs have quieted to shaky breaths. Bakugou stands over you, fists balled at his side, jaw tight, pacing now like he can’t decide whether to walk away or twist the knife deeper. Bakugou has this sick, twisted idea that every time he sees you in pain, it kills him, angers him, but he can never find where to aim it at. Unfortunately, it is always aimed back at you.
"You think tears are some kind of magic quirk, don’t you? Like if you cry hard enough, I’ll suddenly forget how exhausting it is to love you." That’s not true, he loves you like he’s loved nothing before. You’re his air that he breathes, why can’t he say what he really feels for fucks sake?!
You speak softly, barely audible. "Why are you doing this?"
Bakugou crouches to your level, his voice a cold whisper.
"Because you begged for it. You practically dragged this out of me. You said you wanted a fight, so now you’ll sit in it. Drown in it even." He wants to hold you. Hold you tight for dear life for forever, not this…
"Stop… stop it..."
"You think you’re the only one who hurts? You think you're some delicate porcelain doll that shatters when I raise my voice? I carry you, Y/n. I carry your moods, your spirals, your goddamn silence. And the moment I crack, you act like I’m a fucking monster."
You stood up before speaking hoarsely. "You are a monster."
Silence. The air shifts into something eerie.
"Say that again." He seethed. Eyes narrowing to thin, angry slits.
"A monster. You twist everything. You break me and then blame me for the mess!"
Bakugou approaches you slowly. Deadly. Like a predator does with its prey.
"And yet you’re still here. Still begging for me to see you. Still craving this chaos you pretend to hate. You want me to tell you I’ve been cheating on you. You want to be a victim, Y/n. Beggin’ me to tell you what fuckin’ delusional fantasy you’ve cooked up in that fucked up head of yers! That’s not fuckin’ fair when I’ve done nothing!"
"I’m not begging for that… Or at all… I-" Your voice trembled.
"Your tears are."
You flinch, and his smile fades into a sneer.
"You’re addicted to this. To me. The pain, the drama, the validation when I choose to stay. You don’t want love. You want a cage you can fuckin’ rattle with me in it."
“Why’re you so angry all of a sudden? So defensive. Suddenly willing to fight only when I mention your betrayal?!”
“Oh fuck off! Would you be sane if yer boyfriend berates you for an accusation you never fuckin’ committed!” He screamed.
“Why can’t you just admit it to me, Katsuki? Just say it! Tell me the truth, just talk to me!”
“Because I didn’t fuckin do shit with her ever, Y/n! Not one thing!”
“Then convince me! Talk to me! Tell me what you’ve been doing! Just talk! Not this heartless piece of shit you’re playing!”
“Why do I have to tell you my entire fuckin’ business when I clearly don’t wanna talk about it just because you’re fuckin’ insecure! How’s that my fuckin’ fault?”
“I can’t believe you…”
“I can’t believe you! You’re fucking mental!”
Through clenched teeth, you speak, "Then leave. Just leave."
Towering above you, he seethes back. "I should’ve. I should’ve left a while ago, but you just kept fuckin’ pushing me, Y/n. Turning nothin’ into this whole fuckin’ thing. I’m tired of your outbursts of insecurities and putting’ shit on me. Makin’ me feel like shit because you don’t fuckin’ love yerself!"
“Get the fuck out!” You screamed angrily. Saliva flaring out of your mouth at the force of your words, and crying as you stood up.
“No, no fuck you! This is what you wanted, Y/n! You don’t get to change your mind now! We are far too into this shit now to take it back! This is what you fuckin’ wanted, so let’s fuckin’ go!”
“All I wanted was you!” You shouted at the top of your lungs. Throat red and hoarse from the screaming match and sobs. Your words froze Katsuki in place.
Bakugou’s heart stammered. He was still in there. Crying actually. Internally panicking as he watched through a scope of his body, committing these heinous acts towards you. Everything he was saying, everything he was shouting, lies, all lies, he just wanted to hold you and beg for your love, not this fighting. Yes, you asked for this, but you didn’t ask for this. Not him going beyond what you wanted. He knew, he’s not stupid. He’s mother fuckin’ Dynamight, he’s far from stupid, but lately he has been. That’s all he’s been with you. You asked for a fight, not just an argument, but a fight for you, not with you. Here he was screwing it up because he was cursed with failing at the one thing he desperately wanted more than anything. A love life with you.
“Y-You have me Y/n!”
“No, I don’t! I haven’t for a while…Just go, Katsuki.”
“Y/n-” He croaked a sob.
“Go, please!" You sobbed.
“No-”
“I’m not asking you-”
“No, Y/n! I’m not, I need you to-”
“I’m done!” You shouted, and the room fell eerily quiet. All that could be heard was the heavy breathing from both your and Katsuki’s bodies.
“I’m tired! I’m over this! I need you out!” You croaked with rushed words as you pointed a harsh finger at the door.
“Y/n please just fuckin’ listen-”
“I’m done, Katsuki! I’m fuckin’ done!” You repeated angrily as you turned your hands to point at yourself, animating your pain and exhaustion towards the relationship.
Air. Air, breathe. Breath, it’s gone. Disappeared from his lungs like he sees the flame of your love in your eyes dissipate. The burning flame, in desperate need of oxygen, was extinguished due to a lack of it. More so, the suffocation of no air. Nothing to pump it alive, that was his job. What it was supposed to be, though he never put effort into completing his everlasting mission, to keep the burning embers of your love for him alive by reciprocating your passion, instead, he proved the one-sided-ness of the effort to you. Now the flames are put out. That fire of love is now lost to the lack of oxygen he carelessly didn’t tend to. A love, now lost. It terrified him. This whole fucked up situation. Where he is now.
“Y/-” He started, voice soft, broken, desperate, before you interrupted.
“Get the fuck out!” Your voice leaked with strain and exhaustion. Pain and heartbreak laced within the words you cried.
His heart tore, but of course, his cursed fuckin’ mouth just has a mind of its own.
“About time I fuckin’ leave this shitty ass relationship,” He grumbled, low, cold, and heartless, all the while he was crumbling.
An explosion waiting to burst open. His footsteps felt heavy, his head pounding, and his heart constricting painfully as he grabbed his keys, hero suit, and headed towards the door. He walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him. You stare at it, the door, too stunned to cry, your chest hollow — the aftermath worse than the storm. The sparks of love you once had died down, barely crackling alive until it just vanished..
It had been two days since the argument on that gloomy, cold, and rainy day, such as this one. You were in your apartment, once shared, still shared technically, but it’s been two horrible days since you and Katsuki last talked. You considered this a break. You were heated, thoughts spiraling, and feeling nauseous when you were fighting with him. After a few days cooling off, you were able to think more clearly about everything. Both of your tempers got the best of you, and maybe you pushed too hard for something you couldn’t handle.
You were just worried about your wedding schedule for five months down the road; you weren’t getting cold feet, just horrified that you were walking straight into a divorce, knowing it in the back of your mind. Izuku called you one night a few months ago, right before the argument, asking if you knew the whereabouts of his fiancée. She was supposed to work late, but not till 2:12 AM. The same was going on with your Katsuki, yet he never gives you exact times when he tells you he’ll be home late. He just shows up when he does.
When he came home that night, you found him smelling of something smelly, with the tiniest hint of floral, which was odd, because your scents are all naturally fresh or citrusy. The next morning, you were doing laundry and saw a bizarre color on his black shirt. A different color foundation than yours was smudged lightly near the collar of his shirt. You thumbed it out of curiosity as you analyzed the makeup smudge. You huffed in denial and refusal as you threw the shirt in the washer and bent down to grab the following item, which was his boxers. You flipped them inside out, and before tossing them inside, a slight shine on them caught your attention. You looked closely before you realized what it was. You’re heart sank.
You and Katsuki haven’t been intimate like that for a very long time. To see this right after the makeup stain is fucking with your head, especially with all the distance being put between you both lately. But to see that he’s been getting off doing god knows what, with whom. It started worsening your insecurities. Thinking on it presently, it caused you to bite your lower lip in anxiety as you sat cross-legged on your couch. You huffed before getting up to change into casual clothes. You then rushed to your front door, but not before stopping to collect your purse and keys, then heading out and slamming the door behind you. You had to find Katsuki and apologize for the fight and talk like mature adults.
Rain soaked your hair as you stood under the overhang at the café, clutching a bag of Katsuki’s favorite takeout, smiling like a fool. You hadn’t meant to show up unannounced—you just missed him. You needed to see him and talk to him. You had been the one to push him over the edge during your last argument, and this was your attempt at mending things. A quiet apology, a surprise meal, and hopefully a fresh start. You knew he’d be here because you texted Kirishima if he knew where Katsuki was, and he told you he was at your favorite cafe.
You pushed the glass door open, heart fluttering with nervous excitement. The chimes above the door echoed throughout the cafe as you walked in.
And there they were.
Katsuki and Ochako. Sitting close. On the same seat of the booth. Laughing.
Ochako’s hand lingered on his. His eyes—god, his eyes—were soft in a way you hadn’t seen in weeks. Hell, months. He looks comfortable. Relaxed. As if the weight of your relationship had been lifted the moment he left.
You froze.
The bag of his favorite dish slipped from your fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud, the food inside forgotten.
Katsuki’s head whipped around. His eyes widened in shock and dread the moment he saw you.
"Y/n—" He called in an out-of-breath tone.
You turned and stormed out into the rain, bumping into a woman on your way out, but not caring. All you cared about was getting out of there.
He chased after you without a second thought.
"Wait! Please, wait! It’s not what it looks like!" He shouted behind you desperately as he ran after you.
You spun around, soaked, mascara streaking your cheeks as it ran down from the mix of the raindrops and your tears. Your umbrella is long forgotten. Your voice cracked as you spoke.
"Not what it looks like? Her hand was on yours, Katsuki! You looked happy! Happier than you ever were with me!" Your voice broke painfully.
"She needed someone to talk to—she and Deku have been fighting and—"
"And that’s your excuse? That she needed a shoulder to cry on, so you gave her your hands, your eyes, your smile? The ones that used to be mine? The ones I desperately needed?" You shouted with a break at the end of your words.
His voice rose. "It didn’t mean anything! I didn’t cheat on you! I didn’t before, and I didn’t now!"
"But you could have! And maybe not physically, but emotionally! You were already gone, weren’t you? You left me weeks ago, months ago, fuck, maybe even a year ago, Katsuki, and I was too stupid to see it." Your voice lowered as you finished your sentence. The realization is hitting you harder now. He could see it—your thoughts stirring in your head.
"That’s not fair," he growled. "You’ve been pushing me away for months. I didn’t even know where we stood!"
“Me?” You shouted in disbelief at his words. “Me, Katsuki? I pushed you away? That’s bullshit and you know it!”
“You were the one always pushing me and my boundaries! Never accepting, I was too tired from work to deal with you!”
“Oh yeah, let’s not forget how you deal with your problems by running away from them, right?” You spat.
“That’s not fuckin’ fair-”
“Ya know what’s not fair, you running out on me and not once checking in on me since you left. Then I have to put in effort to go out and find you, and be the bigger person, apologizing when I’m completely justified in this, and I find you with the woman you’re rumored to have had an affair with, and you gaslight me to think I’m overreacting and it’s my fault, and you think I’m being fucking unfair?” You shouted your ramble. You’re voice is breaking with exhaustion and crumbling with pain.
Katsuki shouted back with equal desperation, "I never cheated on you! I never even thought about it! But if you really believe I could hurt you like that, then maybe the problem isn’t what I did! Maybe it’s that you never really trusted me in the first place!"
"So your answer was to move on before you even walked out the door?" You shouted, your voice sharp with betrayal. "You knew I was trying, and you still let me try and fight for us, and you let me walk in and see that!" You exclaimed as you thrust your hands in the direction of the cafe.
He stepped forward, rain dripping from his hair, his hand reaching for yours. "Y/n, I swear to you—nothing happened! I love you. I love you still." His face was etched with pain and desperation as he spoke.
You yanked your hand away. "No. Don’t say that. Don’t you dare. You don’t get to say that after everything. You don’t get to love me now."
His voice broke. "I never stopped."
"Well, I did." You replied. Your voice is cold, painfully cold and stern, straight to the point and straight to his heart.
“W-What the hell are you sayin’?” He whimpered as he stepped forward, and you answered with a step back and away from him. His eyes pleading with yours.
The silence between you both was deafening, punctuated only by the sound of the downpour.
You took a trembling breath, your eyes red, chest heaving. "We’re done, Katsuki. I’m done. I don’t want to see you anymore, or ever again! I don’t want to hear from you or about you! I don’t want anything to do with you ever again!"
His lips parted, his throat tightened, and his lips wobbled. Voice dangerously close to that of a desperate cry. "Y/n—"
"I hate you," she whispered, barely audible but venomous. "I hate you so much for what you did to me." Your trembling fingers reached for the other that bore your engagement ring. In a swift motion, you pulled it off and let it fall to the ground.
Clink. A light, sharp sound echoed throughout Katsuki’s ears as he watched with slow eyes the engagement ring he spent countless hours of several weeks creating a perfect masterpiece to decorate your finger with his love, now chipped and bruised like his heart when it hit the cold, wet pavement.
And then you turned.
And walked away.
This time, he didn’t follow.
He stood in the rain, fists clenched at his sides, staring at the spot where you’d disappeared. He didn’t cry. Katsuki Bakugou didn’t cry. He almost, but he held it in. His red iris color spread throughout his entire eyes as they were red from pain and tears that he fought incredibly hard to keep from falling, with the drops of rain that cascaded down his cheeks that acted as his tears for him. His chest hurt so badly that it felt like his lungs were collapsing. Like the rain wasn’t outside but inside him, flooding everything.
And for the first time in a long time, he felt alone.
Completely, devastatingly alone. And his fiery, burning spark of light from his flame burnt out...
He tried everything that night and the day after. Called. Texted. Showed up at your apartment once—never again after that. You slammed the door in his face with eyes swollen from crying. And he couldn’t blame you.
But he never cheated, you had to know that. You needed to know that.
It was a misunderstanding. Ochako had been going through it with Deku and needed a friend. Katsuki was that friend. Nothing more. But to you, it had looked like everything you were insecure about. He couldn’t believe he let it get this bad. Let the relationship, more specifically, you get so insecure within it, to honestly believe he was lying with another woman in such an intimate setting. The kind he only wished to be in with you. So he let you go. Because not only did you no longer want him, but you now hated him. Hated how horrible he’s treated you and expected you to be okay with it—hated how insecure and pathetic he’s made you feel. Hated how much he’s neglected you to make you think and believe he’s been with another woman.
The mere thought makes vile crawl up his throat and threaten to spill from his lips, the same way those awful words he spat at you did. He regrets it all so much. He cared about Ochako and Izuku more than he likes to admit, but he wonders why he’s put so much of his time and effort into their relationship over his. He knew. He knew deep down that he was only trying to make it up to Izuku for all he’d done in their youth. He thought that if he did Izuku an excellent service by saving something as important as a relationship, he could put his past behind him. All his guilt from his past actions could truly be forgiven, for he knew how amazing and precious a relationship with a person you truly loved was. If only he prioritized his savings over someone else’s. Maybe he could’ve saved yours. He’d give anything to rekindle the sparks...
For a year, he watched you from a distance. Silently watched out for you and protected you on missions, which you repaid him with an angry scowl, with painful reminders of betrayal flickering in those beautiful irises he adored. One time, you yelled at him. Badly. That caused him to calm down from being on missions with you.
“What the fuck is your problem?” You shouted with a heavy exhale of breath from your exhaustion. The battle had been an easy one.
It would’ve been so simple to take this ambitious villain with no skill or talent, just a big dreamer down, but he just had to complicate things, not by his presence but his actions. You were sent to stop this villain alone with Mt.Lady, you as her partner. It was supposed to be just you both; you two were more than enough, but the second word got out that you were there, he blew everything off to go. He got there quickly and was quick to put himself in front of you and put you out of harm's way. Instead, he worsened the situation by going beyond, trying to have you avoid the fighting and instead ended up putting you even more in harm's way.
You took a knife to the thigh when the villain managed to get behind you and slip past Katsuki, and when you knocked the villain out, you stormed at Katsuki, angry. Katsuki was taken aback; all he wanted was to protect you. It was his job, was..was his job. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t use this as an excuse to be near you. Pathetic right. Everything he criticized you for, being an overbearing, beyond clingy, attention whore, he was acting the same way, even worse, honestly. He caused you to be stabbed unnecessarily because he wanted to see you, beyond pathetic and hypocritical. He couldn’t respond to you. He was too lost in his thoughts, overwhelmed by all that was going on, so you spoke before him.
“I told you to stay away from me, and I meant it. I don’t need your fucking help, and I certainly don’t need you around me.”
“Y/n, please. I just wanted to help you-“ His hands came up as he walked to you, aiming to help hold you up by your arms.
“I didn’t need you or your help!” You seethed through angry teeth as you shoved him away from you with a hand and a limp leg. All neighboring eyes were on both of you.
“I don’t need you. I don’t want your fucking help. I want you to stay away from me. What I need is for you to stay out of my life.” You seethed a final sentence you’d ever say to him, before turning on your heels and limply walking to Mount Lady and a medic. Katsuki stood there. Unable to move. And he stayed there for a while before Kirishima came to snap him out of it.
Since then, he’s resorted to sending anonymous coffee orders to the agency you worked for when he knew you were overworking yourself. He resorted to watching you from afar, silently, carefully, yearningly.
You had been his everything. Still are.
Katsuki hadn’t been the same since that night. He didn’t sleep—couldn’t sleep. Not when every time he shut his eyes, he saw your face crumbling in front of him, heard your voice breaking into pieces, the words “I hate you” or “stay away from me, I meant what I said,” playing on a loop like a curse he couldn’t shake.
No calls. No messages. No sign of Y/n.
He kept his distance, just like you asked. More so demanded. But gods, it was killing him.
He stared at his phone every night until the numbers blurred and the background light burned his retinas. He typed out messages only to delete them seconds later. Pathetic. That’s what he was.
“Just give her time,” Kirishima had said. His palm rested firmly on Katsuki’s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze of reassurance. Not that it gave Katsuki any, but he silently appreciated the support over a twenty-minute lecture, Pinky or Dunce face given as if they knew everything.
But time didn’t fix the hollowness in his chest.
The boys in his friend group began forcing him to go out more after work or whenever they could—anything to help Katsuki get his depressive mind off of you. But whenever Katsuki went, all it did was make it worse. He saw you everywhere. In a woman holding hands with her lover. In a woman petting a dog. In a woman getting coffee or tea. In a cat that refused to get down from a tree branch. To a bird flying over his head. His mind no longer belonged to him, just you. Whenever he went to clubs or bars, he blocked out every other woman who tried to come close. Every place he went to reminded him of you—the coffee shop you both used to sneak off to between patrols. The one where you last had your conversation as an engaged couple outside of. The stupid claw machine you always won at. His apartment—still filled with traces of you. You’re favorite hoodie here. A hair tie still on the bathroom counter that he refused to throw away. Your ghost lingered in everything.
He tried to train it out. Fought harder, longer, meaner. But even battle scars couldn’t mask heartbreak.
He thought back to the way you looked when you left him. The rain was soaking through your clothes, and the anger and betrayal that was swimming in your eyes. He hated that he was the reason you looked like that. Hated that even when he screamed, he hadn’t cheated, it didn’t matter.
Because he still broke you. Aside from the cheating allegation, he still couldn’t deny his other actions. He remembered the way you flinched when he said he still loved you. Like it was the cruelest thing he could’ve said.
“Damn it!” he shouted, hurling something that was glass against the wall of his apartment. It shattered. So did he, just like you. Bakugou slid down the wall and buried his face in his hands.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered to no one. “I’m so damn sorry.”
But you weren’t there to hear it.
And he was sure you never would be again.
The anniversary of their breakup hit harder than he expected.
It had been a year since that night. One whole year of silence.
He came home to a cold and empty apartment, per usual. Exhausted, grimy, and smelly. He limped to his bathroom to take a warm shower after a long day of hero work. After he took care of himself, he plopped down onto his messy bed and stared at the ceiling. He knew what day it was. He dreaded it. Still, he couldn’t get you out of his mind a whole year later. Pathetic, yet-
He cracked. Called her.
She didn’t answer. Half expected, but he was ever so hopeful.
He doom scrolled on Instagram before pausing on a story. It was a story on Pinky’s page—a repost of your post. You posted a layout of multiple pictures, one of which was taken that night with some guy in it. His arm around your shoulders. His head is too close to yours; if you both turned, your lips would touch the others. Smiling. Arms around each other. Happy. Katsuki stared at it until his vision blurred. Then he threw his phone across the room and screamed into the empty apartment for the hundredth time in a year.
Six months have passed since.
Y/n and the new guy broke up. Katsuki found out accidentally through a blabbering Mina when she came to Kirishima’s apartment and he was there visiting. Although the news would've been something to be celebrated from a yearning man, he didn’t. Just felt the crushing weight of guilt and regret all over again. He was pained hearing how heartbroken you were. Still under clouds and the mystery of why the breakup was initiated, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was you. Your health. You. So he tried again. Slower this time. Less pushy and ten times more careful.
He saw you at Japan’s annual hero gala. It was the Hero Gala that every professional hero and citizen looked forward to. It was the gala where rising heroes and veterans were honored for their achievements and recognized by the world for their tireless efforts. He knew you’d be here. You always showed up. But what he loved about you was how you didn’t care whether you got an award or not. All you cared about was the actual work of the job, not like some of these B-listers who do the job for the money and fame. You were the rare ones, much like his friends, who genuinely valued the work of a pro-hero and not the outcome. But you came to these events to appreciate your friends' rewards and yours. Additionally, PR always encourages every hero to pursue good publicity, as the gala will be aired on TV.
He approached you cautiously.
"Y/n." He called you softly.
You looked at him like he was the dirt beneath your boots. That was the start of change. "Don’t." You sounded tired. Exhausted even. But you didn’t walk away. That was something.
“You look beautiful.” He whispered. Your head lowered at his words. He assumed you were shutting down; instead, he was surprised by your reply. “Thank you.” Before focusing your attention back on the stage. You didn’t give him any more of your time. But that was more than he’s gotten in years, and that’s all he needed to move forward.
You got transferred to the agency he was working for when yours was under construction. He started with small interactions throughout your everyday lives. It started so small. He wouldn’t say a word to you, just nod in acknowledgement whenever your paths crossed. Silently giving you your paperwork, coffee, or tea, or lunch, or anything without uttering a word. Then he started to grow. Offering help during missions. Letting you take over battle plans and have a say in things. Letting you have the last word in work-related arguments. And for once, not bothering with fighting back. He didn’t want to give you any more reason to ignore him and completely shut him out. He just got his foot in the tiniest crack in the door. He wasn’t gonna budge out for anything.
You didn’t smile, you never smiled at him anymore, but you didn’t curse him out either, not in anger.
Progress.
Over the months of working at the same agency, you began to fall back into old habits. You let him inch closer into your life again. You started to acknowledge his presence. You must admit, it took a lot of Mount Lady practically forcing you to be cordial with Bakugou strictly for work reasons, which was understandable. You needed to put your grudge behind you out in the field. So you did. What you didn’t mean to do was lose that grudge entirely and become cordial outside of work. Your work phone had Katsuki’s phone work number, and one night, you had to text Katsuki for the meet-up location and time for a stakeout opp. You didn’t mean for it to lead to a friendly conversation. Nor did you mean for the messaging to continue for days after. A message here. A sarcastic comment there. But you never forgot to mention, "Don’t think this makes us friends."
"Didn’t say it did. Just saying your aim’s still shit."
You flipped him off with your back turned as you walked down the hallway of his agency.
He smiled. For the first time in years, he actually smiled.
Eventually, you both started talking more. About missions. About everything. About nothing. One thing he never did was bring up the past. Thankfully. But he always thought about it. Thought about how different this felt. Different from your days in high school. Different from a few years ago. Just different, but a significant difference. A difference you both needed. A change. A do-over. Your talks were as if you were both strangers just becoming friends. And maybe that was the truth because you’ve both grown in different ways from a few years ago. Both of you have grown into people for the better, for yourselves, for others.
One night, you actually called him for something other than work.
"You up?"
And his heart stopped.
You talked for two hours. Then three. Then, every night after. Talked about work, about everything, about nothing.
It was a Monday night. A Friday night for you and Katsuki, as you both had two days off from work. You both sat on your couch. A movie playing with snacks and alcoholic drinks on your living room table. Your favorite horror movie playing that neither of you were paying attention to, just mindlessly watching as you both were too into your thoughts. You, worrying if that once vanished spark has rekindled, and Katsuki is fighting hard to bite his tongue from saying something he might regret. Might scare you away with. The air was heavy with unspoken tension. You both could feel it. Practically taste it. Katsuki’s fingers twitch with the feral human need to touch the skin of your hand with his. To revel in the warmth your hand emits into his sweaty palms.
The very feeling he’s been deprived of for years. So, he very carefully and slowly reached for your hand. And you let him. He tested the waters at first. A finger lay atop yours, unmoving for a few minutes, before it traveled atop your hand and slowly intertwined with yours. Your heart began beating incredibly fast, just like it had when you first started dating Katsuki. Your mind was racing with an angel and devil on your shoulders, one telling you this felt so right, perfect, you needed this, the other telling you this wasn’t right. Too quick, too soon, too wrong. But it was too late. The sin of greed and lust took over your senses, and the desires became too grand to control. The hunger for sins outweighed the saint.
Your gaze shifted to Katsuki’s slowly, almost fearfully. When you turned, you were met with Katsuki’s gaze already on yours. His eyes shone not just with the illuminating light of the television, but with something more, more profound, lighter.
Yearning.
A primal need to relish in you. All of you. The entirety of you. To dive deep and far with the hope of absolutely drowning in you if you let him. He’d never come up for air.
His gaze shifted from your eyes to your nose, to your lips, and back up again. Analyzing and memorizing you. The way your nose expanded when you took a deep breath. The new faint pigment you developed on your face from your travels. Your lashes are more curled, and your eyes are less puffy from aging. Your lips have a deeper natural shade and are slightly bigger. You’ve both grown, but he could never forget the smallest features you adorned.
You saw it. His mind is working to study your face. It had your heart palpitating. Your belly is on fire, rumbling with desire. A particular need you haven’t felt in years. The kind of hunger you thought to have quenched years ago. It all came back. Hitting with such ferocity, it was untameable now. Curse this beautiful man. Curse his long, straight lashes. His deep carmine eyes shine bright under the luminary light. His fair lips and that tip of his nose that bumped your when you kissed. Kissed—his soft lips. The feeling, it’ll never go away. There will never be a world where you don’t remember how soft his lips were. How could you? A rough, sharp-edged man with the world's most gentle lips. God damn this perfect-looking man. God damn those perfect lips. His heart raced as he watched your eyes focus on his lips.
Your lips were on his. Hungry. Desperate. Familiar.
A yearning kiss between lost lovers is not just the meeting of lips—it is the collision of everything you’ve carried in silence, all the ache and longing that has swelled between you over the distance of time apart. It begins with hesitation, that trembling pause where your breaths mingle, as though both are afraid the moment might shatter if you move too quickly. When your mouths finally meet, it is not gentle in the way of new love, but desperate in the way of something nearly lost forever. The kiss tastes of tears unshed, of apologies unspoken, of promises that once fractured but still refuse to die.
It is a kiss that clings, that lingers, as if each press of your lips could bridge the chasm carved by absence. Your hands clutch at one another, searching not just for warmth but for proof—proof that the other is real, present, still theirs to hold. Every breath drawn between kisses feels ragged, as though you're relearning how to breathe in the same rhythm. It is fire and ache at once: fire, because your bodies remember too well; ache, because your hearts recall the emptiness of separation. In that kiss, there is both grief and healing, both punishment and forgiveness. It feels like drowning and being saved in the same heartbeat—a moment where love, loss, and desperate hope all crash together into something neither of you can let go.
The need for air, a living essential, suddenly hits you both as if you've forgotten breathing was something you needed. You pulled your head towards yourself, your forehead resting on Katsuki’s as you panted heavily, your lungs desperate for air. Katsuki tried chasing your lips but decided to chase his own need for air in his lungs as well. The night pressed heavily around you both, the silence broken only by the faint hum of the city in the distance. He rested his forehead against yours, eyes searching your beautiful pools desperately for something, needing an understanding of whether you’re burning for him as he is for you. His sharp eyes, so usually filled with fire and pride, now held something fractured—something raw.
“Damn it, Y/n,” he rasped, his voice roughened with the weight of years spent apart. “You have no idea how much I fucking missed you.”
Your lips trembled, though you bit down to steady them. “You think I didn’t? Every day felt like I was trying to breathe underwater. You left me with pieces I couldn’t put back together.”
The words hung between you, heavier than the air itself. Katsuki shifted a bit closer until he was close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. His hands clenched at your sides, as if he were afraid that if he let go of you and you pulled away, it would wreck him.
“Tell me to back off,” he whispered, his breath brushing against your lips. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll walk away for good.” He nosed your cheek and slowly moved down to your neck.
But you didn’t speak. Couldn’t. Every part of you screamed with the desperate need to touch him, to hold onto him, to taste the pieces of yourself you’d lost when he was gone.
So you reached for him again.
The kiss wasn’t soft—it was desperate, aching, the kind of kiss that burned with every second of longing they had endured apart. His lips crashed against yours with a deeper force than before. That was almost painful, yet it felt like oxygen flooding your lungs after too long without air. Your hands gripped his shirt, clinging as if letting go would mean losing him all over again. Katsuki’s fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer, as though he could anchor himself in your presence.
Tears welled in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks and mingling with the kiss. He kissed them away without words, his mouth moving against yours with a hunger that carried both apology and promise. Every press of his lips said what neither had dared to say aloud: I’m sorry. I need you. Don’t let this end again.
When you finally broke apart, both were gasping, foreheads pressed together, breaths mixing in the fragile space between. Katsuki’s voice was low, almost broken as he begged.
“Tell me.” He couldn’t finish, his words failing him from numb lips, but he didn’t need to. You knew him better than anyone, and he, you. So with one look up into his carmine eyes, that was all he needed to know.
He moved quickly. Arms reaching around you, pressing you close to him from under your thighs, and hoisting you up with him as he stood from the couch. His lips instantly attached themselves to yours. He moved to your bedroom. Kicking your door open without a care and dropping you down onto your bed. Your hair falls beautifully behind you, framing you like an intimate painting. He was on you quickly. His hands explored every inch of you as his lips did the same. Your mouths were dancing together as you tugged your blouse up your body to tear off. His hands immediately found home on your bare hot skin, but as his hands traced the outline of your waist, the memory hit you.
The rain. Your heartbeat. Ochako’s laugh. That goddamn café.
You pulled away quickly with a gasp. Scrambling away and tugging your cover over yourself like a shield. He saw the look in your eyes, crazy with doubt, pain, trauma, insecurity, heartbreak. He reached to comfort you before you spat.
"Get out."
"Y/n—"
"Just—go. Please." You let out in a broken whisper. Fresh tears, once filled with joyful remembrance, now filled with fearful heartbreak. He promised he’d never hurt you again.
So he left. Again…
No contact.
Again.
He was spiraling. Worse than the first time. Constantly on edge. His phone glued to his hand or body, continually checking for messages or calls. He was always returning home drunk and late. Izuku noticed before Kirishima brought it up to him. Green eyes scanned his old friend with worrisome eyes. Enough was enough; he wouldn’t let his friend suffer. Part of this was his fault. If he hadn’t filled his own head with overwhelming pressure and insecurity, he’d never have pushed Ochako and Katsuki’s alleged affair onto you. You wouldn’t have left him. You would’ve been happy and probably married, like he and Ochako are. And Katsuki still helped him and Ochako work it out even after your split. He owed him and you this and more.
"Come on, man," Midoriya said over lunch. "You look like hell." He joked, aiming to lighten the mood, but Katsuki didn’t respond. He forked some of his chicken salad and shoved it in his mouth with such a saddened expression that hadn’t left his face since the almost rekindling night. Izuku swallowed his drink before resorting to Katsuki’s usual strategy, going straight to the point.
"You still love her. I know. But she doesn’t know the truth, does she? About the Ochako thing, does she?" Midoriya asked carefully.
“ ‘Doesn’t matter,” Katsuki grumbled.
“It does-” Izuku started before Katsuki exploded.
"She wouldn’t believe me." He snarled with a nasty, aggressive tone.
"Then let us tell her." Ochako placed a hand on Izuku’s shoulder, as the green-haired male instantly reached a hand up to hold his wife’s on his shoulder.
Izuku agreed as he nodded and kept his gaze on Katsuki with a warm, closed-lipped smile.
You opened your door to Midoriya and Ochako with a confused frown. Great, right when you were about to head out to buy some alcohol, you were met with Izuku and her. You turned your gaze to Izuku with a serious and agitated expression.
“What’dya want?” If Izuku didn’t know already, he would’ve thought he was talking to Kacchan. These two were surely meant for each other; it was sad they didn’t see it. How much in love they are with each other, they’ve adapted each other's mannerisms.
"This is about Katsuki," Ochako said gently. "There’s something you need to know."
“I don’t wanna hear anything about-”
“Please, Y/n,” Ochako urged, releasing her hold on her husband's arm as her hands came to reach for yours, making you stumble back, not wanting to be touched. Izuku may have forgiven them, but you couldn’t.
“Y/n,” Izuku called, “I really think we should sit down.”
Your eyes shifted between the married couple before deciding with a sigh to give in. You stepped aside and pulled your door back to open wider to allow them both entry to your apartment. You all talked for hours while you sat silently, processing and listening without uttering a word. They told you everything. About the rough patch Ochako and Izuku had been in. About their fights. How bad did they get that theirs were even worse than the ones you had with Katsuki? About how Izuku pushed the affair onto you because he was so insecure, it made him feel better if he wasn’t going through it alone.
About the café. About what happened after the cafe. About their rekindling when Ochako told Izuku about your breakup. About Katsuki, truly just being a friend for both the couple and helping both of them get through it. About how Katsuki explained to them how he’d been too distant with you, you truly believed he was cheating. He never came home anymore, and when he did, he never acknowledged you. How you told him the lust in the relationship was absent, and he didn’t help the affair rumors by cumming in his boxers after rubbing one out because of how late he came home and not being able to indulge in sweet love with you. How stressed and frustrated he was, but he kept away from you. How you found Ochako’s makeup on his collar from the nights she hugged him for dear life after venting about her fight with Izuku. And all you could do was sit with a fearful realization in your eyes.
"He never cheated, Y/n. Neither of them did." Midoriya finished.
Tears welled up in your eyes. Your heart constricts painfully at the realization of your mistakes.
"Why didn’t he say something?" Your voice cracked as your eyes glazed heavily with tears.
Ochako smiled sadly. "Because he thought you wouldn’t listen."
“He thought it no longer mattered. It was too late,” Izuku added as he took his wife’s hand in his.
You abruptly got up from your seat, rushed to the console table behind her couch, picked up your phone, and rushed to your bedroom. The married couple smiled at each other before giving a quick peck on the lips, before they got up to let themselves out of your home.
Katsuki didn’t even let the first ring finish. He clicked the accept call button a little too harshly as he shot up from his bed.
"Y/n?" His voice was desperate and vulnerable.
You hesitated. "Can we talk?" Voice broken within the words.
‘ Of course, what-umm- are you okay?” He asked nervously, unsure of the need for your sudden phone call.
“I just- I needa talk to you..” You bit your lip to hold in your cries as your eyes welled with more tears.
“Okay, I’m here,” He responded.
“No,” You rushed your response before taking a deep breath, continuing.
“In person, I need to talk to you.” Your voice grew more petite, more vulnerable, and smaller after every word.
“ ‘Course,” He shot out of bed as he rushed to dress into something more decent than his pjs.
“Can- can you meet me at the park?”
“In five."
Rain again. Ironic.
He stepped out of his car and began his search. He didn’t really search because he knew where you’d be in the park's secret garden. You were already there. Standing silent.
"You should’ve told me." You started the moment he got close enough to hear.
“I tried, but you wouldn’t listen.”
“I know, I’m sorry, it just felt so unfair at the time.”
"Unfair…?" Katsuki’s voice is barely a whisper at first, hoarse like he’s been shouting at ghosts.
"You think I don’t know it’s unfair? You think I don’t replay that night over and over — the way you looked at me like I was a stranger, like I was the one who stabbed you in the back?" His voice rose with every word.
His eyes shone, red-rimmed and tired, and his hands trembled as he tried to keep them at his sides. "I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t do anything but wonder if you were safe, if you were hurting as badly as I was. I wanted to call. God, I wanted to. But I thought… I thought you hated me. I thought if you heard my voice, it’d just make it worse for you. And when you came to my agency for the first time, you proved me right, and I couldn’t be mad at you. I probably would’ve felt the same if our roles were reversed. But then, then we got closer. Started over just for you to shit on me again!" He swallows hard, voice breaking.
"You say you were the victim, but Y/n, I was already on my knees begging every fucking night. I was drowning. Every fucking rumor, every side glance from our friends — it was like everyone was screaming that I’d lost you and it was all my fault."A single tear slips down his cheek, and he doesn’t bother to wipe it away.
"I didn’t cheat. I’d never do that. But when you saw us together, the look on your face… it broke me. Because I knew you’d already decided what kind of man I was. And nothing I said could change it."He moves closer, almost reaching for you before pulling back like he’s afraid you’ll shatter if he touches you.
"I was never asking you to say sorry. I just… I just needed you to know I love you more than anything, and I’ve been losing my mind without you. And if you still think I’m the villain in this… then I’ll go. But don’t ever think I didn’t fucking care. Don’t ever think I wasn’t fucking trying, Y/n. Because I never stopped trying."
"Trying? Katsuki, you think I didn’t see that? You think I didn’t know you were hurting too?" Your voice cracks, thick with tears you've been holding back for too long.
"But every second I waited for you to come for me after that night of our first real argument, the one where you left for days, it felt like proof you didn’t care enough to fight. I kept hoping I’d wake up to a message, a call, something. But there was nothing—just… silence. And I spiraled. I told myself you’d moved on, that the rumors were true, because at least that made the pain make sense." You let out a shaky breath, tears streaming now, unstoppable.
"I ran because I was scared, Katsuki. Scared that I wasn’t enough, that you’d found someone who made you happier, someone easier to love. And when you told me all those horrible but true things about myself, when I saw you with her, it was like every nightmare I had about losing you was playing out right in front of me." Your hands ball into fists at your sides as you try to keep your voice steady, but it’s hopeless.
"And you — you were so desperate to explain, but all I heard was the sound of my heart breaking. Because what if you were lying? What if I let myself believe you, and I got hurt even worse? I couldn’t risk it, Katsuki. I couldn’t." You step closer, breathless, eyes searching his like they’re the only thing tethering you to the world.
"You think I don’t trust you, but it’s not that simple. I want to. God, I want to. But I don’t know how to come back from this. How do I pretend I didn’t see what I saw? How do I un-hear all those venomous words and those rumors that ate me alive?" You cried.
You finally reach out, fingers brushing his shirt like you're afraid he’ll disappear. "I don’t hate you. I never did. I just… I’ve been so lost without you. So lost in my self-plaguing thoughts that I wasn’t good enough for you. That I was dragging you into that rabbit hole of toxicity and despair, I had to give up on us, even if I didn’t want to, even when my very soul was breaking. But if there’s even a chance you still haven’t given up on us… I don’t know if I can let you go a second time." Your eyes were filled with hopefulness.
The sky above is an endless stretch of black with grey clouds heavy with unshed rain — like the world itself is holding its breath. You stand in the middle of your old meeting spot, the park where you’d once shared secrets and laughter under the stars. Now, everything feels cold. Hollow.
"Y/n," he breathes, voice softer than you've ever heard it. The sight of him — tired eyes, clenched jaw, the desperate vulnerability in his expression — makes your heart twist painfully.
"Why does it feel like we’re standing at the edge of the world?" You whisper, voice breaking. "Like if I take one more step, I’ll lose you forever?"
He steps closer, hands reaching for yours, fingers brushing like they’re trying to memorize the shape of them one last time. "Because we are," he says hoarsely.
"I don’t want this. I swear to god, Y/n, I don’t want this. But we’re tearing each other apart. Every fight, every doubt… It’s killing us."
Your lips quiver as memories flood in — the way he’d pull you into his lap after a rough day, how his laugh could fill a room, the way he’d whisper I love you when he thought you were asleep.
"I don’t know how to stop loving you," You choke out, tears slipping free.
"I don’t think I’ll ever stop," he admits, voice raw. His thumb brushes a tear from your cheek, lingering like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to touch you.
"Then why can’t we fix this?" You plead, voice cracking. "Why does loving you hurt so much, but not having you hurts more?"
His eyes shimmer, bright with unshed tears. "Because love isn’t always enough," he whispers. "Not when we don’t trust each other. Not when every word we shout feels like it could shatter us when we fight."
The wind picks up, rustling the leaves overhead. For a moment, you both just stand there. His head came down to press his forehead against yours. Neither wants to move. Neither wants to let go.
"I wish things were different," You murmur, voice barely audible.
"Me too," He breathes. His hand drops from your face, but his fingers linger on your sleeves like they don’t want to leave. "You’ll always be my what-if, Y/n. My almost. My everything."
A sob rips from your chest. You clutch his shirt, desperate to pull him close — but instead, force yourself to step back, each inch of distance feeling like tearing open a wound.
"Goodbye, Katsuki," You whisper, voice breaking completely.
He stands frozen, breathing hard, eyes locked onto yours like he’s memorizing every line of your face.
"Goodbye, Y/n," he says raggedly, voice barely holding together. He forces his lungs to stop breathing because if he takes one more breath, he’ll let all his cries out. So he lets his eyes water and reden from his tears.
You turn and walk away, every step heavier than the last. Behind you, you hear a strangled sound escape him — and when you risk a glance over your shoulder, he’s still standing there, eyes wide and shattered, like his whole world just walked away. Because it was.
The rain finally starts to fall, soft and cold, masking the tears on both of your faces as you part ways — two hearts still in love, but too broken to stay together.
The rain soaks your hair as you walk away, each step feeling like a betrayal to your own heart. You don’t dare look back again — because if you do, you know you’ll crumble, and you need to stay strong. The path feels endless, every footfall echoing along with the words goodbye in your head.
Behind you, Katsuki stands frozen, the cold rain dripping from his hair, mixing with the tears he refuses to wipe away. He watches your shrinking figure until it blurs into the mist of rain. He wants to scream, to chase you, to do anything — but his feet are rooted, heavy with heartbreak.
"You’re really going to let her walk away?" a voice cuts through the storm behind him.
He whirls around to see Ochako, umbrella forgotten at her side, her eyes fierce despite the rain pelting her face. "You think you’re sparing her by letting her go? You think you’re protecting her? Katsuki, she doesn’t want protection — she wants you. She was begging for you." Ochako let out her own sob, her heart broken for you both.
He clenches his jaw, chest heaving, eyes broken. "She deserves better. She deserves someone who doesn’t make her doubt herself, someone who doesn’t mess everything up—"
"She deserves someone who fights for her," Ochako snaps, stepping closer, voice shaking with urgency.
"Do you really think she’ll stop loving you just because you let her go? Do you really think either of you will ever be whole again if you don’t at least try? News flash, idiot," She stepped before him, fire in her eyes. “You both tried that, and where did it lead you? Here, back to each other, and you finally get her back just to turn her away?!” She practically shouted beyond confused and angry for him. For years, he's moped and gone about his life, being sad and depressed about losing you, and he finally gets you back just to reject you?
"Are you trying to be petty?"
"The fuck? No-"
"Then what could you possibly have aimed for by turning her away?" She shouted through the rain. He stood quite, unable to answer because he didn't even know why he did what he did.
"Do you not love her?"
"What?" His eyes got dark with something new. Something different than sadness.
"Do you hate her?" He was back. His eyes flared with rage as he crowded her.
"Don't you ever say some bullshit like that again to me." He snarled like she'd personally offended him and his entire bloodline.
"Then that's enough, Bakugou." She reasoned, to which his interest peaked at her words, not fully understanding her yet, so she pressed on.
"Loving someone is more than a reason to stay." She paused before continuing. "That's like the whole fucking point to loving someone you moron!" She finished, loud and proud as she spoke with her own experience in her mind and heart.
Katsuki’s eyes widened, his breath catching painfully in his throat. Ochako’s words hit him like a blast, rattling the fear that’s kept him paralyzed. Images flood his mind: Your smile, your sleepy voice murmuring his name, the way your hand always found his even in a crowd. The time when you were broken up. The sleepless nights. Seeing that precious smile for another man. The nights he lay awake, wishing he could hold you. Crying and begging anyone at the darkest of nights to bless him with getting you back in his arms.
"Fuck," he whispers, eyes darting in the direction you left. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"
"Go!" Ochako shouts, her voice fierce even through the storm.
He bolts, sprinting down the path you took, water splashing up around his feet as he tears through the rain. His lungs burn, but he pushes harder, heart pounding with a single desperate thought. I can’t lose her.
He catches sight of you up ahead — a lonely figure in the downpour, head bowed, shoulders trembling. His voice rips from his chest, ragged and raw.
"Y/N!"
You freeze. Turning around, eyes wide with disbelief, tears already blending with the rain. Katsuki skids to a stop in front of you, breathless, soaked, eyes blazing.
"I was wrong," he gasps, voice cracking. "I thought letting you go would protect you, but it’s killing me. I can’t live like this — I can’t live without you. Please, Y/n, I’ll do anything. I’ll prove every day that I’m worth your trust. Just… don’t walk away from me again."
You stare at him, eyes shining with fear and hope, chest heaving like you can’t catch your breath. "Katsuki… You’re right. I don’t know if we can fix this," you whimper.
He steps closer, cupping your face with trembling hands. "I was wrong!” He cried before continuing desperately. “Let’s try. Let’s mess up together. Let’s learn together. Just don’t leave. I love you too damn much to let you go again." He begged as he allowed his tears to fall. Only ever for you will he let them.
For a heartbeat, the world is silent except for the rain — then you throw your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. He holds you so tightly like he’ll never let go.
"I love you," You sobbed. "I love you, Katsuki."
"I love you more," he chokes out, pressing his forehead to yours, the storm raging around them — but in their arms, they’ve found shelter again. Katsuki pulls you in for a kiss—deep, passionate, yearning. Years of suffrage and pure yearning were extinguished and instead replaced by the sparks of their returning love.
Tears welled in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks and mingling with the kiss. He kissed them away without words, his mouth moving against yours with a hunger that carried both apology and promise. Every press of his lips said what neither had dared to speak aloud.
I’m sorry. I need you. Don’t let this end.
When they finally broke apart, both were gasping, foreheads pressed together, their breaths mixing in the fragile space between them. Katsuki’s voice was low, almost broken.
“I thought losing you was something I could handle, something that we needed,” he admitted, thumb brushing your jaw. “But I was wrong. So very fuckin’ wrong. I can’t—I don’t want to live without you.” He finished with a hand moving wet strands of your hair out of your face before resting it to cradle it with his giant palm. Your heart ached, but in that ache was the fierce relief of finally being seen. Your voice was soft, trembling.
“Then don’t let go this time. If you stay, Katsuki… if you really stay… I’ll forgive everything.”
“I don’t want you to forgive everything. I'd like us to start fresh. Start over. Let’s forget everything and build something new. I want to grow with you. I want to build something better with you, only you.” He whispered breathlessly just above your lips. You smiled with true love and adoration before speaking.
“I’d love that.” You nodded your head in agreement, and with those words, he kissed you again—gentler now, reverent, as if you were the only thing left in the world worth holding onto. Because You were.
It wasn’t perfect. Their relationship. They still argued. Still had their baggage. Still hurt, sometimes.
But they faced it together now. Never turning or running away, just running to each other.
No more misunderstandings, and if there were, they sat down and honestly talked to one another.
No more silence.
Only love.
And the fire that never really went out with the Sparks That Stayed…
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{A/n} Thank you all for reading this fic! To those who've been waiting since Spring, I'm so sorry it took me wayyyy longer than I promised to get this one out. I took a break from writing as life has gotten the better of me. I hope I delivered this fic beautifully, and I hope you all enjoyed it! I wanted to experiment and try something
a little different, and have a very long argument, as I felt it was
more realistic than something short. I also wanted this to be more angst than fluff, as the whole point of this fic was yearning angst with the slowest of slow burn of exs to lovers. If you loved this story and haven’t already, feel free to check out my master list to read some others!! Tysm for reading, and please come again!!🥰🫶🏼💕
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OMG HI YOU RESPONDED (i asked the ex bf bakugo question) you can just call me miz,😋 sorry for the anonymity im not very ready to go public yet, im very shy even online
okay so your ALWAYS welcome to free write, the way you write is so satisfying and beautiful i wouldnt mind if you freeballed it if you wish, but if you want an idea id gladly try to help and describe as best as i can 😁
So i was thinking maybe a type of exes to lovers where bakugo and reader were dating for awhile, long enough to almost get married, and they ended up breaking up due to.. (miscommunication, drifting apart, or any valid excuse to break up, i wouldnt recommend cheating, for thats unforgiveable and it wouldnt be much of a exes to lovers type of story, but if you want to make it interesting, it could be a cheating accusation that led to the breakup, with no actual cheating ofc, its all up to you!)
Now depending on the time zone, if its Highschool id like to think of it as after awhile of ignoring each other, they slowly began talking again, and lets say his friends (the usual squad, mina,kirishima,denki, etc) notice how he’s always just yearning and staring at reader in this admirable way, so they try to help reader and bakugo talk with each other to get back together, small meetups, “excuses” to leave the two of them alone with eachother, the usual
Now if its the timeskip where they are adults, it could be something simple and similar to your “something to be done” story, after reader and bakugo break up, he still secretly loves and checks up on her from afar, even if she hates his guts for whatever caused them to breakup; but he slowly earns her trust again after slowburn (you can skip the slowburn with like a timeskip, since it would be alot to write)
Small includes- REALLY SAD BAKUGO!! The way you portrayed him in the “nothing to be done” story was so heart wrenching it was PERFECT‼️,Female reader but your welcome to make it gender neutral for all genders, sassiness (from both sides),
Im not much of a writer myself at all, so if none of those really makes sense or sounds interesting on your part its perfectly fine 😭 in short id really like a story with a sh!tload of angst and drama that slowly leads to comfort and happiness, im a sucker for anything sad with a happy ending
SOO SORRY for writing so much by the way!! Thank you for replying to my request its such an honor🫶🫶
Hello again Miz! This idea is a great one and I’m so eager to get started! Thank you for the suggestions on what you’d want to see, hopefully when I make this piece it’ll be to your liking! Only thing I ask is if you’d be so kind to give me a month or more to write it as I am a full time college student and my finals are in two weeks, I am currently putting all my commitment to studying so my writings are on hiatus atm! But I can assure once all my exams and classes are over this piece will be the first on my agenda to complete! This kinda story I already see being a long one because I have a good amount of ideas I want to write because I do want it to be a slow burn exes to lovers to change pace from my recent “something to be done” if that’s okay. I love all of your ideas you cooked up and I’ll be trying to use every one for this fic! Once again thank you for reaching out, and in a month or so be on a lookout for it! And it’s my honor to be receiving asks from you, as you’re my first one!thanks so much for supporting!🤗 ~Bri🌸💗
[Disclaimer] As always with this character, heavy cursing, swearing, inappropriate language, minor angst, mellow fluff at the end, and SEXUAL THEMES MENTIONED. Mentions of cheating and alcohol use. Every character is aged up to their thirties. MDNI!!
Author note: This is the sequel of my story "Nothing to be Done," but it can also be read as a stand-alone fic. This fic is veryyyy long and I apologize for that! I also want to apologize for taking so long to write the sequel to the prequal but college has been kicking my ASS T-T and for that I've conjured a longggg fic as compensation ^.^
As always, happy reading!! <3
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The loud blaring of Katsuki's alarm causes him to jolt awake. He groans annoyedly, stretching his arm out to turn the darn thing off. Patting around his nightstand to find it, and once he did, he kept tapping the button to turn it off. The universe seemed to test him today because the fucking thing didn’t stop the alarm which only irked him more. Finally lifting his head from his pillow just enough for one of his eyes to see it, he lifts his palm and releases a small explosion toward the cursed thing. A small boom echoed in the room as the alarm finally halted. Katsuki smirks as he allows his head to fall back to his pillow, still smirking before it falters as he realizes he has to buy another goddamn alarm clock, that’s the fifteenth one this month…
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The sound of sizzling and music is the best part of Katsuki’s morning. Nothing beats a good song with good food cooking to start his morning. The coffee maker makes a small beep sound to alert Katsuki that his coffee has finished brewing. He moves about his kitchen preparing his breakfast of eggs and avocado toast with a caramel iced coffee. Katsuki takes his breakfast out to the patio of his home.
A jingling sound catches the blonde's attention as he smirks, knowing the noise's source. Little pitter-patter against the floor's wood confirms what’s coming towards Katsuki. Katsuki moves to hold his coffee and plate of food in one hand so he can open the patio door wide for himself and his friend.
“C’mere boy,” Katsuki calls to the German Shepard running to him with a smile and tongue flopping about as he rushed to his human.
The big dog quickly leaves for the patio before Katsuki closes the door behind them. He places his breakfast on the patio table as the noise of nature instantly floods his ears. The sound of the wind dancing through the trees surrounding his home along with the falling leaves, birds chirping and the occasional rustle of leaves flowing brings him a sense of tranquility.
The breeze cools against his warm face as he closes his eyes to feel the cool air. He breathes in deeply and takes note of the earthy fresh smell of the surroundings he’s become so familiar with. A loud bark takes Katsuki out of his trance as his head snaps to look at his dog. He scoffs with a smirk before responding to his companion.
“The fuck you want?” Although his words are harsh, he speaks with nothing but love for the dog.
The dog barks at Katsuki again, as if responding to him.
“You want breakfast?” Katsuki asks.
The dog barked twice at him.
“And the fuck you want me to do about it?” The dog growls as he lowers his head slightly at Katsuki, glowering at his owner. Katsuki scoffs with a smirk before rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m on it ya shit.” He told the dog as he went back into his home to prepare his dog's meal.
He grabbed a wooden frame with a metal bowl in the center that had a carving of a name on it. Dexter. Katsuki heads back out to the patio with Dexter’s food made and as he steps out his expression turns sterned as he clicks his tongue and shouts, “Oi” at his pet that had his front paws on the table and was about to take a bite of katsuki’s breakfast. Katsuki’s firm shout instantly made Dexter back off and get away from the table.
“Ya little shit! I told ya I was gettin’ yer meal!” Katsuki scolded as he shut the door behind him and walked to a placemat that was laid out on the wooden deck. He places the food down and returns his attention to Dexter again. Dexter, already used to the routine, lays down with his tongue out as he panted. His amber eyes stare at Katsuki as he waits for his call.
Katsuki stares back and waits a good ten seconds before saying “Now”. Dexter quickly gets up and rushes to his bowl and begins to scarf down his breakfast.
“Good boy,” Katsuki praises as he bends down to give the dog a few firm pats on his back before heading to his own meal.
Katsuki spent a good few hours sitting on his chair as he ate his meal and played fetch with Dexter while taking sips of his coffee from his tumbler here and there. Katsuki grabbed the ball Dexter dropped at his feet and threw it over the deck railing as it flew through the air and bounced on the ground a good feet away. Dexter took off after it, flying down the deck stairs as he hounded after the ball. Katsuki smiled at the sight but looked down at his phone sitting on the table.
A small “ding” had caught his attention. He reached towards the device and turned it over so he could see what alert was requesting his attention. A text message from the group chat of his friends that consisted of his high school class popped up.
He read a text from Pinky (Mina) that read,
SHE’S HERE!
She’s here.
She.
You.
You’re back. His heart rate instantly picked up speed and he felt his palms begin to sweat. His mind began to ramble with thoughts of you, something he hadn’t done in a while. It’s probably been half a year since he has. He tried to forget. No. No, he didn’t. He just tried to stop holding out for you. Tried to stop waiting, wanting, wishing for you. Ten years. Ten long fucking years since he’s seen you. From the ripe age of twenty and five to an older age of thirty-five. He still remembers when he was twenty and bashfully beat around the bush to ask you to move in with him. He still remembers when he was twenty-five and the- incident happened.
He still remembers stalking your social media until he accidentally pressed onto your fresh story on Instagram and the next day he couldn’t find your account anymore. He still kept up with news of you from the group chats you both were in until he found out from a drunken Denki that a new one was created without him for your comfort. He found out from a blabbering Deku that after four months from the breakup you were moving to America. Having been offered a position of a lifetime for an upcoming hero, you accepted it, even though that meant you had to leave your home, had to leave him. He didn’t blame you, anyone would’ve taken it without hesitation as you had, maybe it was just the mourning state he had been in that made him believe he wouldn’t have been able to take it. At least being in Musutafu meant he was still somewhat close to you. Although you had left, your leaving for America hurt Katsuki more, because now you were truly leaving him in every way.
Yes, it had been four months but unbeknownst to you, he was still able to see you. He would extend his patrol areas into yours and see you from afar. He would alter his patrol routes to match the time and places you’d visit on your time off. He would get to admire you still. Of course, he never meant it in a weird stalker, obsessive way, he just cared about you, and he missed you. Seeing you sometimes oddly healed him for a bit. Until you left. He no longer got to see you. He would turn to American News to keep up with your status through social media or the news. He would always congratulate you in his head whenever he saw you made a headline for stopping a major villain gang or aided in a natural disaster or took down a villain.
Maybe it helped him in a way. He was no longer distracted on his patrols or during fights. Except for one time, he saw the back of a woman who had a similar profile from behind about to be attacked by a villain. He froze before he panicked and rushed an attack that created major city damage, something he hadn’t done since his rookie years. Something the chief of Heroes administrator chewed his head off for. He understood it, but while the chief was yelling at him, his mind was plagued with thoughts of you.
Right when he believed he was moving on, that just had to have happened. Two weeks after the incident Kirishima had set Katsuki up with a woman. A sidekick from a hero agency on a Hero dating platform Ashido helped him with. Surprisingly, as much as his heart refused, he complied. The date was an utter failure, that was certain, but it wasn’t like Katsuki hadn’t tried. He tried, really hard actually. He asked questions, seemed intrigued, and engaged in conversations. Sure the girl wasn’t a top hero like you- he was, but she knew her stuff. Her looks weren’t half bad compared to you- other heroines on the mart. It’s just not fair, it wasn’t his fault everytime he awaited a response from the girl it was nowhere near anything you would’ve said.
It was weird, getting to know someone when he was so used to knowing or being known. It was weird not laughing while conversing or being playfully punched when he made a playfully rude remark. It was weird. It was wrong. He drove the girl home, blocked her contact, and deleted his account, and the app from his phone. He wasn’t going to try something he knew wouldn’t work. His being single wasn’t the problem, it was just being without you that was. He’s always liked you since freshman year of high school. Aside from not having the balls to ask you out until after graduation, it doesn’t change the fact his heart had belonged to you way before you both started going out.
Before you became friends and before you knew you loved him. The problem was that Katsuki was made a “one mate for life” kinda guy and he had already found his mate. He was so depressed after the breakup he allowed himself to sit down and watch animal documentaries and the channel was talking about how some animals have mated pairs for life and that had a deep influence on him. He believed you were his mate for life. He wouldn’t go out and look for more fish in the sea or hoe around like a mighty stag. He was a swan, swimming in the grandest lake he’d ever been in, searching for the love he lost downstream. This was a decade ago now. He thought he’d put all this behind him, yet here he was, panicking in the safety of his home.
Hell, he almost forgot how he bought this place while thinking of you. Every decoration, every alteration, he made for your accommodation. Whether your home tastes changed he didn’t care, he knew at one point you wanted your home like this and he’s gone ahead and bought and made your dream home. Miles and miles away from the city, surrounded by nature and wildlife, away from civilization. A grand slightly modernized mansion in the woods with a grand lake a few miles out from the home, with loads of land as yours to house you, him, your future family, and wild injured or scared, or hungry animals you’d like to house. He remembered it all.
Every detail you’d mention, every tik tok you showed him or Instagram photo of something that caught your eye, or the Pinterest boards you spent hours making as you daydreamed of visualizing what you wanted your dream home to be. Your dreams were his because you were his dream. It didn’t matter what your home looked like, he wanted to get you your dream home because if you were happy, he was ecstatic. Sure, a big part of him sorta knew there was never going to be a time when you would get to see it. But a small part of him was fulfilled with building this for you.
He didn’t mind living in this home. He loved it actually. He didn’t know he’d love such isolation until he moved here. He’s still a hero, and the drive to his agency is pretty lengthy but living here is quite therapeutic, something he hated altered to be enjoyable due to the new surroundings. Not going to actual therapy and talking to a useless dork but the atmosphere calms him, grounds him and he likes that it does.
Dexter also loves it. Dexter, being a retired police dog, a work dog that’s had many, if not more, dangerous experiences as Katsukis’ had. This place is a good place for both of them and it’s thanks to you in a way. Speaking of you he needs to get his head straight. Multiple texts have flooded his phone but one catches his eye the most.
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Shitty Hair
She’s mentioned you
She wants to see you at the surprise party that’s
no longer a surprise thanks to Denks.
You gonna come?
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Butterflies or something started to do fucking summer-saults in his stomach. His mind began rearing. You wanted to see him? You? Oh fuck. He scrambled out of his chair to rush into his home. Almost forgetting Dexter he rushed back out to call him. Dexter quickly rushed to his owner's call and went inside the home along with Katsuki. Katsuki spent probably an hour trying on different clothes and hairstyles before he gave up and decided on something simple. Something that showed ‘I dressed nicely for you but I didn’t try’ as if something like that existed.
After trying to comb and gell his hair, it’s not a surprise it didn’t work, it exploded back to its original form. He really should’ve seen that coming since Jeanist had tried for months years ago. Katsuki groaned in annoyance before combing some of his hair in the back and braided it. He then wrapped the braids in wrapping and added his little Dynamight explosion hair pieces at the end.
He smiled lightly as this had been a routine for him. A little honoring and remembrance of Bloodshot. Katsuki then headed downstairs to Dexter playing with a bone toy in front of the stairs. Katsuki whistled twice and Dexter immediately perked up at his owner's call. Once Katsuki descended the stairs and reached the floor he made his way to the kitchen’s pantry as Dexter followed.
Katsuki fixed Dexter his dinner and added more water to his water bowl before saying, “I’ll be back late bud. Don’t get into too much trouble and don’t leave the house once it gets dark. I don’t need a vet bill because someone thought he was tough enough to take on a fucking bear, again.” Katsuki chuckled at the memory as he ruffled the dog's head and made his way to his garage.
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He left his home in his classic new Porsche and headed to the location of the party Kirishima sent him. As he arrived his nerves began to eat him alive. He parked his car outside the estate's gates and kept staring at the home ahead. It was an Airbnb Kirishima and Mina had rented for the special occasion. Knowing you’d like something private but would still like to party, this would fit. The home was nice, big but small for about twenty-some people. Perfect, you’d say. He couldn’t move.
His limbs froze as his grip on the wheel tightened turning his knuckles white. His eyes bored at the entrance gate of the home. You were here. A few hundred feet away. Ten long years since he’s seen you last. Five since he’s seen you on television. He wonders how different you must look. He wonders if that American boyfriend of yours is here. The last he heard any news of you was two years ago, when he heard you’d gotten engaged. He definitely took the news well. He definitely congratulated you in his mind and he definitely did NOT blow up his apartment amid a breakdown. He feels vile to begin to creep up his throat. God, he’s pathetic.
Still helplessly in love with a woman who’s long forgotten him. Katsuki shuts his eyes as he leans his body hunched over to rest his forehead against the steering wheel. The sound of a loud engine roaring catches his attention. He lifts his head slightly up enough to catch a glimpse of the car and immediately recognizes the hot pink 2001 Honda S2000. Pinky. You. You’re here. He watches as the card goes up to the gates. Mina lowers her window, and punches the code on the keypad operating the closed gates and the gates open. He’s so nervous. He reminds himself to use the breathing exercise he’s learned years ago.
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Once his breathing settles he shifts his gear to drive and heads to the gates. He checks his phone for the keypad code and presses the numbered buttons. The gates opened and Katsuki drove up the semi-long driveway to the entry of the home. He parks his car behind many that had parked in front of the entrance of the curved driveway. He grabs his coat laid out over the passenger seat and puts it on. He takes a few good deep breaths before he opens his car door and steps out. The crunching of the loose gravel beneath his feet sounds like a faint noise compared to the rearing thoughts swirling in his mind. He makes it to the front door and as he reaches his hand out to knock on the door he catches his hand shaking slightly.
He thinks back to doing his breathing exercises before his brows crease in annoyance and he huffs at his stupidity. How can a thirty-five-year-old be acting like a stupid fucking little boy with a puppy love crush? He’s a goddamn adult now. He shakes his head and slams his fist against his head, leaving it there for a second, releasing a deep breath, then shakes his nerves away and knocks on the door. About a minute later someone finally comes to open the door, and to his fucking luck.
“Oh, Katsuki!”
“Izuku,” He nods his head in acknowledgment, he takes Izuku opening the door as a chance to peer behind him to scout out the area. Was he hoping to catch a glimpse of you that would convince his mind to run away? Of course not, he’s no pussy.
“Come in, come in! Everyone’s already here!” Izuku welcomed his childhood friend inside and closed the door behind him.
Katsuki walked deeper into the home and his ears flooded with the sound of music and laughter. His nose smelled food and treats being made or that had been made. His eyes caught the balloons littered all over the ceiling and the floor. Your favorite colors. Izuku walked around Katsuki as he turned to smile at him and waved to follow as the green-haired male led the blonde to the main area.
As Katsuki walked he could feel his heart pulsing throughout his body. His breath became heavy and he rubbed his palms continuously to rid of the sweat. He was so nervous he felt like he wanted to barf and cry and explode and just-
“Bakugou!” A familiar voice called. Katsuki snapped out of his head and looked at Kirishima.
“You made it!” The redhead exclaimed happily as he walked to his friend’s side and wrapped an arm around the blonde's shoulder.
The blonde rolled his eyes at his friend's antics before his eyes began scouting the room. He caught everyone from U.A., a few hero agency workers, and recognized your parents. His eyes met your mother's and her eyes widened. He watched as she tugged your father's jacket sleeve to get his attention. Katsuki internally chuckled as he realized you used to do the same thing with him. Katsuki thought it was a cute little detail he just pieced together.
He didn’t have much time to reminisce as your parents walked up to him. Your father was almost as tall as him and your mother was a bit shorter than you were the last time he’d seen you. Katsuki braced himself for a possible rage from your parents, but instead, your mother opened her arms indicating a hug from him. Katsuki, confused at first, quickly gave in and hugged your mother. He regrets not having put enough time and effort into seeing your parents more, and of course you too.
“How have you been son?” Your father asks as he pats Katsuki’s shoulder when your mother breaks the hug to go back to her husband's embrace.
“Uh-good. I’ve been good.” Katsuki clears his throat at the unexpected kindness from your parents. He begins to wonder if they remember the whole ordeal of the bad breakup.
“That’s good to hear. We’ve seen you made the top five, you should be proud of your hard-working success. You’ve come a long way.”
Your father reached his hand out as a gesture to shake Katsuki’s hand. Katsuki’s eyes shoot down to look at his hand and he reaches out to firmly grasp it. Your father removes his other arm from your mother's waist to bring it to pat Katsuki’s shoulder a few times.
“I mean it son, you should believe it too.” Katsuki’s eyes begin to sting at your father's words. How can your parents be so supportive and kind when he was so horrible to you-
“Katsuki, we all make mistakes sometimes, but just because you make a mistake shouldn’t mean you should demean yourself for it the rest of your life. You’ve grown, changed, that’s a great accomplishment in itself. You’ve achieved far more than that. It’s why our Y/n loved you, because you understand the importance of changing not for the world but for yourself.” Your mother smiled at him with such a bright smile, just like yours.
You’re just like your mother. Why is he always so late to learn things about you? Your mother could see the younger man lost in his thoughts. She shared a look with her husband before turning her attention back to Katsuki.
“Bakugou have you heard of Y/n’s engagement with pro-hero Hydro Wave?”
Your mother's words snapped Katuski out of his thoughts just to spiral into his emotions of hot green envy of his desirous greed for you. His belly churned and his throat swelled tight. The mere mention of your name makes him dizzy just knowing that your name will forever be attached to a faceless man who’s made you his with a big dazzling emerald-cut diamond ring. Something he knew you used to dislike. You weren’t a flashy girl. Weren’t too big on extra things that made you stick out unnecessarily or over dramatically. He’s seen the engagement photos. His eyes burned holes into his phone as the zoomed-in photo of the big gem adorning the fingers he loved holding.
After what seemed like hours of staring at the same picture, his hand glowed bright orange with yellow as smoke emitted from his palms. A small spark and boom followed the sound of breaking glass. That was the first time in a year he had broken his phone. He couldn’t get the image of your teary-eyed, bright smiled, face as a giant rock adorned your finger so prettily, out of his head. It fucked him up. All the progress he made of forgetting you, the love you once shared, the memories, the moments, they hit him like a freight train. He couldn’t sleep.
He always felt the need to throw up the second his thoughts swirled with images of you and your name in big, bold, captioned letters. Your name will change with another man’s name. Another man. A man that isn’t him. God, he wanted to puke right now. He can’t do this. He needs to leave. He has to get out of here. His heart is beating rapidly, his thoughts spiraling, and his sweat is getting harder to wipe away as more emits from his palms. He needs to run.
“Katsuki,” Your mother called as she touched his arm gently, causing Bakugou to crash down back to earth.
“Are you alright dear?” She asked Bakugou as she looked at him with worried eyes as she witnessed his odd behavior.
Katsuki shook his head straight and nodded a response to your mother. Your mother smiled warmly as she removed her hand from his arm and spoke again.
“I’m not sure how much you’ve heard of my daughter's engagement but what I was going to say was-”
“WELCOME HOME!!!” Multiple voices shouted and interrupted your mother's words.
Katsuki and your parents' heads whipped to the source of the excited shouting and noisemakers going off and there he saw it. Sees you. His world stopped for a second as it had all those many years ago when he first actually noticed you. His eyes glazed with a shimmer of something it hadn’t in so long. Love. His eyes widened and his lips parted. You were so beautiful, always had been, but you’re just as beautiful as the day he lost you if not more. He didn’t ever imagine you could get any more unrealistically beautiful, but he fell in love with you because of just that. You never cease to amaze him. From where he stands he has a perfect view of your face.
Your smiling that big, bright, smile. Your eyes began to glaze with water as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. The shock and surprise of the not-so-surprise party still hit you as you get to reunite with your dearest friends. You immediately get jumped on by everyone, boys and girls, well men and women you should correct. You’ve grown so much that you hardly recognize some old classmates. But seeing all but one pulls at your heartstrings and causes your suppressed tears to fall as you embrace all that you can as you’re enveloped in a giant group hug. Once everyone begins to separate the waterworks fade away as the cheerful emotions work back into the mood.
“Long time no see aye number 4?” Sero says as he reaches over to pat your shoulder as a congrats before returning to his original standing.
“Yeah, thanks Hanta. I have to say I hardly recognized you now that you’ve finally hit puberty. Took you a few decades, congrats.” You taunted and those around you burst into laughter. Hanta blushes with embarrassment but laughs at your joke.
“It’s great to have you back L/n!” Ochako exclaimed cheerfully as she hugged you again.
“I missed you all so much.” You smiled warmly as you returned Ochako’s hug and your eyes darted to every face in the room.
“Y/n!” A familiar voice called you that made you turn your head.
Your mother and father rushed to you and enveloped you in a hug. You immediately cried upon being embraced by your parents after so long. Your mother sobbed against your shirt and your father barely allowed his tears to show as he embraced you. Once the moment was over they detached themselves from you as your father kept a hand on your shoulder and your mother grabbed your arms above your elbows and backed her body away enough to get a proper look at you. She observed every new feature of your face while tears slowly fell from her eyes.
“My sweet girl,” Your mother said warmly as one of her hands reached up and cradled your face, to which you leaned into.
“We’re so proud of you,” Your mother whispered lovingly.
“Extremely proud,” Your father added with a loving smile. You tried to stop your ugly crying but couldn’t.
Your parents laughed at your reaction before hugging you again. Your friends and Katsuki watched your loving reunion with your parents as some even got teary-eyed. Katsuki watched with a smile, happy for you to have seen your parents again. That was before his smile dropped when your closed eyes opened and looked up to meet his gaze. He inaudibly gasped as his body straightened and stiffened. God damn those gorgeous, hypnotizingly lethal eyes of yours. While your parents detached themselves from you for one final time Mina exclaimed that snacks and games were outside which caused the party to move to the backyard patio with everyone heading out.
You turned your gaze away from Bakugou to greet everyone who came up to you to say their greetings before heading back and returning our thanks and appreciation. Once the final person came up to welcome you back you thanked them kindly and stood as you watched the back of them head to the backdoor. You stood still as you took a deep breath and turned back, meeting his gaze once again. Bakugou sucked in a sharp breath at your sudden gaze as he stiffened again. You smile slightly as you walk to him. Your body is on fire from your nerves and his the same. You stopped a bit away but in front of him as you greeted him.
“Hi, Bakugou.” God that voice. Oh, how he missed it so.
“Hey nerd,” He smiled, which caused you to smile. You both spent a few seconds looking at each other with smiles adorning your faces before you both spoke again.
“How have you-” You both lightly laughed before he started again.
“H-How have you been, Y/n?”
“Oh, fine-good-well-uh good, I’ve been good. You?” You stuttered.
“Great-good! I’ve been good too.”
“Ah, that’s good.” You nodded as you spoke, trying not to sound so awkward.
“Yeah, same with you,” Bakugou responded awkwardly as he tried not to be awkward. He inwardly wanted to slap himself.
Bakugou averted his eyes in embarrassment and caught sight of your left hand, specifically your ring finger. You quickly drew your hands behind your back as you bounced back and forth on the balls and heels of your feet bashfully.
“Well uh- i-it was good seeing you again Bakugou,” You said with slight awkwardness and nervousness.
“Y-yeah, same here,” He nodded as he agreed. His eyes looked into yours as he opened his mouth to ask you a question before someone else spoke before him from behind you, causing your attention to be redirected.
“Hey guys, we’re gonna play some games if y'all wanna join! It’s finna get it!!” Denki exclaimed as he called for the both of you urging you both to come outside.
“Y-yeah yeah, we’re going,” You responded as you began to head outside. Bakugou stayed still for a moment before following.
The night was amazing. The games were so much fun and the food was so delicious. Todoroki lit the giant fire pit that was in a small section of the large backyard as everyone grabbed blankets and drinks to sit around the fire. You all conversed and told stories, jokes, and drama, all catching up with each other. Your parents had left a while ago along with others and some were so drunk they passed out and were taken to some of the many rooms of the grand home.
The rest consisted of Todoroki, Yayorozu, Ochako, Midoroya, Mina, Jirou, Kirishima, Bakugou and yourself. Todoroki and Yayorozu had their chars together and shared a giant blanket as did Midoriya and Ururaka and Mina and Kirishima. You and Jirou shared one as Bakugou was the odd man out, not that he cared all that much. Not one bit.
“So Y/n, what made you wanna come back home?” Momo asked as she cuddled up to Shoto.
“Yeah, I honestly thought you were just gonna stay in the Americas for forever,” Ochako added.
“Well, I had honestly thought of staying there, but, my last mission, let’s just say went south and I had a close call. I guess I realized I just wanted to come back home to my family and friends. It’s been long overdue.” You answered as you looked down into the fire nonchalantly. But Katsuki read it, your sadness, your true emotions.
“Oh my god, I’m glad you’re okay though,” Momo said with a worried expression.
“Yeah, we’re glad you’re back home, safe and sound with no missing limbs,” Mina added.
You laughed lightly before smiling and thanking the girls.
Katsuki couldn’t help but stare at you as he continued to read your facial expressions. There’s something else you're not telling, but what?
“Well, I think I’m done for the night. You gonna come with babe?” Kirishima yawned before asking Mina if she’d join him to bed as well.
“Yeah,” she yawned.
“I’m pretty dead too, goodnight guys! See you all tomorrow!” She exclaimed as she made her rounds hugging everyone goodnight.
“We’re gonna head to bed too,” Todoroki spoke for both himself and Yayorozu as they both got up to bid everyone goodnight as well.
“Great having you back L/n,” Kirishima said before he hugged you and you returned the gesture.
“Yeah, thanks. ‘S great being back,” You said as you hugged him goodnight.
“I’m so happy you’re back home! I missed my bestie!” Mina cried as she jumped onto you to which you laughed and swayed back and forth while hugging.
You bid the remaining people, Jirou, who excused herself to go check on her “drunken doofus” Denki who was asleep, and Izuku and Ochako goodnight as well, until all that was left was you and Katuski again. It was awkward and quiet for a bit. You wrapped the blanket you were sharing with Jirou around yourself as you stared into the fire, while Bakugou sat in his chair opposite of you and the fire pit as he glanced from the fire to you now and then. After a while of silence, he broke it.
“Did you like America?”
“Hmm?” You hummed as you looked up, eyes snapping to his as you processed what he asked and then responded.
“Oh yeah, I did, it’s real nice there.” At first, all Katsuki did was nod at your response, then let the fire be the only noise aside the crickets occasionally chirping fill the quiet. After a bit, he asked another question.
“Did you like it more than here?”
“Oh, no. Nothing can ever compare to home,” You shook your head no as you answered. Your response made the blonde across from your smile slightly as he rested further back into his chair.
“Did you ever leave Japan for a mission?” You asked.
“Yeah, been to a few countries. Went over ta’ Russia, the Philippines, Canada, America, Columbia, Brazil and Mexico.”
“Oh wow, you’ve been to a few.”
“Heh, yeah.”
“Wait- did you say America?”
“Mhm,”
“You went to America?”
“You deaf or somethin’?”
“N-No! I’m just shocked, I never got word you were there. What part?”
“Los Angles, California.”
“What?! I was based there most of my stay in America. Thats crazy.”
“I knew.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I knew you were there. I asked Sargeant Mattias not to tell you I was there. Thought it’d be better that way.” Katsuki informed you, with a sad tone in his voice. Your mood shifted from shocked to guilt. You tried to change the mood by asking him a different question.
“Well, did you like any of ‘em?”
“Yeah.”
“Which ones?”
“All of ‘em.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah.”
“What’d you like about them.”
“A lot of things, the difference of food and culture mainly.”
“Huh,” you smiled amusedly.
“What?” Katsuki asked as he caught on to your change of tone.
“Oh nothin’, just didn’t think you’d look that deep into other cultures like that, ‘s all.”
“Hah? What, ‘ya think I can’t appreciate other people's beliefs and food or somethin’?” The blonde asked with a sassy attitude.
“No, no, ‘s not that,” You laughed lightly.
“Then?”
“Just, it’s nice to see a change in you after all these years, is all,” You said smiling as your eyes watched the embers of the fire dance around in front of you.
“Tch! ‘Course I did,” Bakugou grumbled which caused you to let out a small chuckle.
Silenced bestowed upon the both of you again but this time was less awkward to be in than before. Katsuki noticed which suddenly gave him the courage to speak up again.
“So, why did you really leave America?”
“Huh?” His question interrupted your thoughts and caused a small brain fart that disabled you to process what he asked.
“Ya heard me,” he mumbled, his red ruby eyes that only glow and shine brighter with the dancing embers of the flames, something you always adored about his eyes with his quirk.
You cleared your throat and repositioned your body to sit comfortably with your blanket as your nerves began to rise.
“I already said why.” Your face looked sad as you looked into the burning embers of the flames.
Katsuki could see it plain as day. He knows you better than he knows himself. You’re not telling the truth; he desperately wants to know why. He admits he doesn’t know why it’s so important to know, but he just knows he has this itch deep inside that he’s desperate to scratch and won’t feel satisfied till it’s gone.
“Ya’ don’t have ta’ lie to me. Don’t gotta hide from me, either. Maybe the others but never me.” He doesn’t know why he’s being comforting, he never really is, but one thing he does know is that when it comes to you, he’s softer than a baby’s fuckin’ bottom.
His words were out of character for him, even when you both had dated a decade ago he was never this calm and comforting when speaking. It was so uncanny it caught you by surprise and left you unable to process a response. You went from ten years of never seeing nor having a single thought about this boy-man and now suddenly you're choked up about having to have a conversation you haven’t told anyone but your parents, and now you’re gonna spill it to your ex.
Why?
“Why?” He repeated. You’re so lost in thought you don’t even realize you said it aloud.
“Why? Why are you asking? Why are you so eager to know? Why do you care? Why is it important to know? Why are you even talking to me?!” You rambled, your frustrations, anger, sadness, pain, all your emotions overflowing with each sentence you conjure until it all becomes one huge dam of emotions that begins to overfill your mental capacity and then it all just snaps.
Your great concrete walls that protected the dam of your tears cracks. It cracks and cracks and cracks and cracks until it crumbles, and the dam overflows. You began to tear up and you couldn’t hold the tears in any longer. You cried and you cried hard. You’ve tried so hard to be okay with what happened and where it’s left you but you can’t. You can’t do it any longer. Katsuki bolts out of his seat when he realizes you’re crying and rushes to your side.
He sits on the outdoor couch beside you and wraps you in a hug. Tight and warm, something you’ve both needed desperately. You wipe at your tears as he rubs your shoulders comfortingly, something he remembered you loved but never asked him to do back then. He knows this isn’t the time to be thinking such things when you’re upset but he couldn’t help but smell your vanilla coconut smell. Being so close to you he can smell it, remember it, and overdose in it.
Your sniffles die down as you compose yourself as best you can. Without looking at the blonde you thank him and straighten your posture. Katsuki nods in response even if you can’t see it, but you know he did.
“Y/n, what happened?” He asked gently, not wanting to overwhelm you but he needed to know what was causing you so much pain so he could have it dealt with and lessen the load off your shoulders. With one final deep breath, you gather the strength to finally verbalize your pains.
“Recently, my engagement broke off with my fiance,” You exhaled with a shaky breath and shaky hands.
Your eyes dampened again with tears at the memory. Katsuki’s heart twists, both with jealousy and heartbreak for you. His red eyes lace with pity and sadness. His urge to grab you and wrap you in a hug is grand but he settles for reaching a hand out slowly, careful not to startle and scare you, and takes hold of your hand in his as he squeezes it gently.
Before speaking Katsuki gulped, “W-Why?”
You sighed before forcing out the truth, “My partner had been in correlation with another woman.” Katsuki was beyond astonished, he looked the most shocked he’d ever been.
“The fuck? He cheated on you?” He asked no one in particular with an upset tone.
You couldn’t verbally respond so you nodded as confirmation. At that Katsuki grits his teeth seething. After so long of hurting due to your breakup, this a-hole came into your life, lied about being perfect for you, and did worse than what he did to you, he would’ve never, EVER have done this to you, and he’s sure as hell ain’t gonna let that fucker get away with it either, but for now, he’s gonna focus on you.
Katsuki scoots closer to you and gently wraps you in a warm embrace again.
“That fucker didn’t deserve you just as much as you didn’t deserve this, Y/n.”
“What’s wrong with me?” You asked with a heartbroken sob. Katsuki’s heart twists painfully at the sight.
“Nothing, he was a moron Y/n, you’re fuckin’ perfect, ain’t no bad thing about you.”
“There has to be, I can’t ever keep someone I love, maybe I’m just not meant to be loved.”
“That’s enough,” Katsuki scolded as he got up and came around to face you kneeled on the ground, and took your hands in his to keep them from covering your pretty face.
“Ya hear?”
You nodded with a sniffle. Katsuki’s eyes drank every dip and curve of your face, ananylzing you. He didn’t say anything for a while, just letting you recollect your thoughts so you can talk without breaking down again. It’s not that he’d be annoyed if you did, his heart just wouldn’t be able to take seeing you like that again.
“I’m proud of you,” He said in a hushed whisper tone. Your eyes looked slightly up to meet his eyes at his words. Without you responding Katsuki continues.
“I’m proud of you for being able to leave him, like you did me, that you don’t stick around when you know you deserve better, no matter how heartbreaking it is to, leave. You’re strong Y/n, so strong. You always have been. Your morality and beliefs make you so strong. The way you carry yourself is admirable. Your drive and hardworking nature to work ten times harder than anyone makes others around you want to do the same. You think you’re weak but all everyone sees is someone strong. Your bravery and wits keep you ahead of the game like no other. The sacrifices you make for others are noted and appreciated but the ones you make for yourself are not selfish. You study countless hours of the day til night because you don’t think you're clever enough to remember the importance of the debriefings and come up with strategy plans for missions but your plans have never failed to save lives when others do. Kirishima and I always had an inside joke about Pinky and you. He called his girl Bia, the goddess of force and strength, and I called you Athena, the goddess of wisdom, war, and peace. I always admired your cleverness and strength but fell for your humanity. Your kindness made you more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen before. Y/n you’re worthy, more than worthy of finding love, more deserving than any of us to have it. Someday you’ll have it. You’ll find it and it’ll never leave you.”
Small tears flowed down your soft cheeks and dropped onto your sweater. Your heart nearly exploded with the life of love that poured into it. Katsuki gently rubbed the top of your hands with his thumbs, with a small smile adorning his face. This Katsuki isn’t Katsuki. This Katsuki is nothing like your old Katsuki, he’s more, your dream. You quickly reeled him into you and wrapped him in a tight hug. He was stunned at first but promptly relished in the feeling of your warmth and returned your action with greater strength. For a few minutes, you both relished in the tranquility of the embrace before detaching yourselves from one another, no matter how much you both wanted to never let go.
“I’ve missed you,” Katsuki mumbled into your hair as he hugged you tightly like a child squeezing their teddy bear after a nightmare.
You wish you could say the same, but it’s too early for you. Unlike Katsuki who’s been remembering your existence and yearning for you, you’d done the opposite. Instead, you’ve forgotten about your old life in Japan and begun a new chapter in America, but the nostalgic part of you does miss him, it just wouldn’t feel right to say the same when you don’t feel the same, yet.
“I’m so glad you’re back,” He nuzzled his nose deeper into your scalp, embracing the warmth of your body against his.
“I’m glad I’m back home too,” You smiled with closed lips. Your words sparked a light turning on in Katsuki’s brain that caused him to retract his body from the hug. A smirk grew on his face and your smile turned into a confused yet intrigued expression at his expression.
“What devious idea are you conjuring?”
“Well you mentioned home but I got something I wanna show ya’,” Katsuki smirked as he nudged his head in a direction insinuating to follow him.
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The wind in your hair along with the fresh smell of earthy trees and authentic healthy air brings not only nostalgia but liveliness that sets your mind free. The cold breeze flows past your fingers and hair as Katsuki exchanges quick glances at the road and up to you as you shout wildly like a young teen again. Half of your body is out of the window of Katsuki’s car as your hair flows aggressively with the rush of the wind. You can’t remember the exact last time you’ve done this but you do know it feels great. The only other time you can recall doing this was on a rare date with Katsuki those many years ago. Katsuki smiles and turns up the music from his car stereo before focusing his attention back on the dark familiar road.
Katsuki opens the large gate of his estate by unlocking it with voice recognition and a passcode thats was setup before the gates. The giant gates have beautiful designs with sleek black coating. He drives his porche up his long driveway before finally coming upon the home. Your mouth instantly jaws open upon seeing his home. You slowly unbuckled your seatbelt and peeked your head out of his open window. This home was stately magnificent. The exterior was that of your dream home. Bakugou smiles at your reaction as he drives slowly so you can subsume the sight of his memorial for you. He drove his Porsche down the driveway that leads to his garage. You sat down in the passenger seat and you looked at him still with your awestruck expression.
Bakugou parked and turned off his car before he turned to you with a confused look.
“What?” He asked.
You shook your head before he stepped out of his car. You grab your bag and personal items and before you open the car door it opens for you. Bakugou reaches a hand out for you to grab while the other holds the door. You smile at him and take his hand as he helps you out and closes the door behind you. He thrusts his head in a direction indicating for you to follow. As you do, you look around and take in his large twelve-car garage with many sports cars and bikes with some room for a few more vehicles.
Bakugou opens a door to enter his home with a passkey and opens it and holds it as you enter. You’re immediately hit with the interior aesthetic you always dreamed of for your home. Your dream home. This is your dream home. A home you’ve always dreamed of and wished to have. A dream you’ve made up in your mind through countless hours of scrolling on social media platforms and envisioning yourself living in for the rest of your days with your loving family. Bakugou built it. Katsuki made it for you. He made your dream come true. Before you could take more of the home in the sound of pitter-patter and jingling caught your attention.
Your heart swelled with the sight of a sable-colored German shepherd. The cute big adorable puppy (adult) came barreling at you, mentally preparing to possibly die of cuteness overload or blunt force trauma to the back of the head from being tackled, you are more than willing to accept your fate. Bakugou whistled in a particular way, short and firm, which made the big bundle of cuteness lay, causing him to slide the rest of the distance right in front of you on the smooth wooden flooring as he panted staring up at you. You turn to look at a smirking Katsuki. Before you can ask him a question he interrupts you.
“ ‘s name is Dexter. You can mess with ‘m.” You immediately smiled and fell to your knees as you began aggressively petting your new friend due to the immense cuteness aggression overload you were plagued with. Katsuki stood there, smiling as he watched you and Dexter play together. You continue to pet and play with Dexter before he lays panting, taking a small break. You smiled at the dog as you took the chance to catch your breath.
“Energetic lil’ shit ain’ he?”
You turn to look at Bakugou as you let out an airy laugh and stand up from kneeling.
“Yeah, he is, how old is he?”
“Gonna turn five in November.”
“A November baby, are you?” You turned to look at Dexter as you bent to pet him one last time you asked him, not expecting an answer of course.
“How long have you had him?”
“Mm. About three years maybe.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“What made the Katsuki Bakugou want to get a dog?”
“ ‘Was on a mission. They had him there sniffing for a civilian put in a hostage sitch. He went in and the place blew up. Shitty hair and I went to look for the woman and instead, I found the mut stuck under some rubble. I rushed him to the medics. Tch. Damn extras tried to refuse to aid him, but no one could turn down a direct order from the Great Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight.” Bakugou snickered which made you roll your eyes in amusement. Bakugou then continued to tell the story.
“They checked him and took him to an emergency vet.”
“So did you track him down or? How’d you find him again?”
“I went with ‘em,” He said as he bent down to pat the dog’s head.
“You went in the ambulance?”
“Mhm,” He nodded as he straightened his posture and led you to his living room couch.
“Made sure he wasn’t too injured. The vets said he had a broken rib and tail with sum big cuts but ‘s nothin’ this guy couldn’t handle.” Bakugou explained as he smiled at his companion.
“What made you want to keep him?”
Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed as he began to ponder the question. It didn’t take him that long to come up with an answer.
“I admired his bravery and determination. This dog was hungry, he took pride in his job as a police dog. He wasn’t afraid to continue working after he recovered. I heard two months after the incident he had gotten stabbed by a drug dealer he was sniffing out. Tch, damn mut couldn’t wait to get back out to work again is what the officers told me when I asked why he was working again so soon. I decided to visit him in the veterinarian clinic and when he saw me, I expected him not to care or recognize me, but he did the opposite. His tail was wagging as he lay on a pet bed resting. His eyes told me all they needed to. That same day I had my agency workers figure out how to get me legal ownership of the Mut. That same night he was released from being hospitalized and I took him home with me. He’s been by my side ever since. A young mut of a beast, and he was mine.” Katsuki said with a smirk as he bent down to roughly pet the animals head, to which Dexter made a grumbling noise loving the attention.
“That’s, actually quite admirable of you.” Katsuki’s eyes drifted from Dexter to you. His eyes scanned your facial features and drank in your genuine closed-lipped smile.
“ ‘s whatever, no big deal.”
“But I’m sure it was to him,” you added as you looked over at Dexter who was chasing the ball he accidentally made roll away from himself. Katsuki’s eyebrows gave away his new perspective on his relationship with his dog. He had never thought how deep his action had been until now.
“I think you saved him, and he, you.” Katsukis eyes darted to his pup in front of him, tail wagging and a slobbered ball in his mighty jaws with puppy-loved eyes.
“Hmm. Maybe.” Katsuki let out as he patted the dog's head and reached to take the ball from Dexter's mouth to throw it. You watched the two silently as Katsuki played fetch with Dexter and how Dexter jumped over some of Katsuki’s furniture to hunt the toy down.
When Katsuki decided he and Dexter had enough playing time he commanded Dexter to go to his dog bed to sleep. The time being well over 1:00 AM, Dexter and himself were way over their bedtimes. Katsuki then went over to his living room’s fireplace and lit a fire. He then made his way back to sit on the couch on the opposite end of where you sat. Silence illuminated over the both of you as you sat awkwardly as he did the same.
Katuski’s eyes darted from the fire in the fireplace and to you as you did the same. So many thoughts ran through your head as you tried to make sense of one to possibly bring up in conversation to make the silence less awkward and more tolerable. Katsuki thinks the same as he finally comes up with something to say. He opens his mouth to say something as you do at the same time. You both turned to look at each other and laugh lightly.
“I umm. I’m glad you're back home, or whatever.” Katsuki mumbles as he turns his head to hide the flustered blush on his cheeks but you can see it on the tips of his ears. Just the same as when you were in your early twenties.
“I’m glad I’m back as well, thank you.” Katsuki, still refusing to meet your gaze, nods his head acknowledging your appreciation.
You smile to yourself as you turn your attention to Dexter lying in his pet bed, eyes open as they dart between you and his owner, and let out a loud huff.
Katsuki turns his head slightly at the noise and makes eye contact with his dog. His eyes narrow at him in curiosity, and Dexter replies with a slow eye drag to your figure, sitting on the opposite end of Katsuki. Katsuki’s eyes follow Dexter as he tries to make sense of what he’s hinting at. Dexter rolls his eyes as he sighs and relaxes his body deeper into his bed. Katsuki looks at you through his peripheral as he clears his throat, catching your attention. His eyes stare intensely into the fire as he thinks about what to say until you speak.
“Did you ever find out about me blocking you on everything?” You asked timidly.
Katsuki felt a small pang of hurt in his heart at the memory, but he nodded to confirm. You nod as you take his response before you continue.
“I didn’t mean that with Ill will or anything. I just, I needed to stop seeing your profile under my views… I needed to stop seeing you everywhere.” Katsuki takes in a deep breath before he responds.
“I get it. I would’ve done the same.” And it was true, had it been anyone but you. It was true when he blocked the woman he forced himself to see and decided it was wrong for him to. And it was a lie when his thumbs hovered over the delete button of your contact. He couldn’t even delete your number and messages, there was no way in hell he could block you.
“Did you have to block me on the PS5 tho?” Katsuki grumbled jokingly, to which you burst out laughing. Katsuki laughed with you as Dexter’s tail began to wag lightly.
“I’m glad you moved on quickly with your life though,” Katsuki’s demeanor changed to a more serious one as his brows scrunched together.
“Bakgou-”
“It’s okay, I was happy for you truly.”
“That’s not what it was.” Katsuki turned his head to face you when responded. Confusion laced etched on his face as he tried to read you.
“I ran away. It wasn’t moving on, I was running away. I was stupid for the way I broke things between us. I regretted it. I felt like I overreacted. I felt guilty and I just hated myself for the way things ended up. I couldn’t see you, I couldn’t face you. So I ran. I ran away from my problems, my home. I never really moved on fast. It was the opposite.” You admitted as you hid your face behind your palms, hoping to hide your stress and shame.
Katsuki took in everything you said. He felt a sense of an emotion he couldn’t put into words. But your words helped his insecurities of your past relationship feel more at ease, if only slightly. He could never forgive his behavior for he was also at fault of your breakup and he knew that. He would never avoid his accountability of why things ended the way it had.
“I-...” Katsuki choked on his words because he was still too tongue-tied to figure out what to say, then he found his words, something he’d told you in his dreams or far imagination.
“I never got over us ya know.” His words piqued your interest as you opened your fingers to give your right eye an opening to peer through at Bakugou.
“I never stopped thinking about you, as much as I tried. And believe me, I tried.” Bakugou said as his gaze lowered to the ground. You sat silently for a moment, trying to take it in.
“I could never get you outta my fuckin head. Even after years of being blocked, I still kept up with articles and news about you. You were like a fuckin’ thorn in my side. A needle in a fucking haystack that I couldn’t get out. It frustrated me to no end. I hated it. I hated you.” You let out a small gasp at his confession.
Slight shock and pain flood your emotions and suddenly it feels too awkward sitting in this home with him again.
“But it wasn’t that I hated you, it was that I hated myself. I hated myself for how I let things happen. I hated myself for being too chicken shit to chase you. I hated myself for not being mature enough to admit my wrongs and just man up and communicate. And with all that hate, in the center, the only love I could find to be content with myself was the fact I had loved you.” You're eyebrows creased and your expression morphed showing your concern at his words.
During the relationship, Katsuki never really said those words but he always showed and proved his feelings for you. The one time he said it was that night. So to hear them again a decade later is still shocking. But what good is it to hear it now, it’s been a decade. You were engaged to another, this doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. So then why-
“And I honestly, that love had never left.” Your heart stopped before it began beating rapidly.
Katsuki’s eyes drifted to meet yours, a light blush on his face as he scanned yours for a sign. Your mind was scrambling for a coherent response but it was scrambled. To unsure of what to say and what this means and why unables you to respond or even think.
“You don’t gotta say anything. I know this shit is sudden and outta the blue. For fucks sake it's the first time seein’ me after ten goddamn years. The fuck was I thinkin’.” Katsuki mumbles the last bit under his breath, low enough so your ears can’t catch it but they do.
They catch everything he says. They always had because his words meant the most to you at one point in your life. And you guess in a way, they still do.
Bakugou gets up from his couch, ready to return to his den of depression for the night until you get up behind him and tug at the bottom hem of his shirt. Katuski paused his walk as he felt the tug on his shirt. His head turns to meet your cascaded eyes with a barely noticeable blush. His lips parted slightly as his heartbeat speeds up. Dexter’s attention peeks as his head slightly rises from having rested it on his front legs that are crossed over the other. His eyes watched intensely at the two humans in front of him.
“Katsuki.” You let out as you prepared yourself to do something probably stupid but a risk you should take.
“The real reason my engagement fell through was because I told my ex-fiance I could never love him as I loved my previous partner…then the next morning he came home from a woman's house reeking of sickly sweet peach with freshly reddish-purple hickeys. It was fair, but scarily I didn’t even care. We talked and agreed to end things before our wedding date. I then decided it’d be a good opportunity to come back home. To rehabilitate myself and continue moving forward with my life but, I just couldn’t marry him when I constantly compared him to you. When I constantly yearned for you in his stead. It wasn’t fair of me to do that to him.” Your gaze stayed on your shoes with a lowered head as you avoided those red ruby eyes you adored so much.
Your mind was filled with a storm of jumbled thoughts and words as you emotionally panicked from your confession. Then two strong arms wrapped around you. Katsuki enveloped you in a tight hug as one of his hands cradled the back of your head and pushed it toward his chest. Your head was right below his heart but you could still faintly hear it beating rapidly. Your eyes widened as it took you a second to process what was happening. Dexter watched intensely as his tail began to wag slightly.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I made our lives go this way. I’m sorry I drove you away. I’m sorry your love life was shit because of me. I’m sorry.”
Katsuki apologized, his voice breaking from trying hard to keep his emotions from bursting like a dam. His forehead slowly lowered and lowered till it hit your shoulder. His big frame hunched down almost to your height, but he’s still slightly taller from this position. Slowly, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he dug his head into your neck. His arms slowly and carefully reached around your waist, his strong arms gently nudging you closer to his body. Your scent invades his nostrils and it's like heaven. It’s changed, but only slightly, the same as you. It's addicting.
Your scent. It’s driving him insane. Like a blood-hungry shark. Your perfume and natural scent mixed into his nostrils crazing his mind. He inhales deeply just to exhale quickly so he can inhale it again. You continue to hug the man as you catch onto his deep inhaling and exhaling onto your neck. Is he smelling you? The man’s nose digs into the side of your neck as he inhales again. He is. His exhale tickles your skin makes you shiver and lets out a giggle. The hairs on the back of your neck rise on alert at the tickling sensation.
Katsuki catches the giggle and it just switches something in his brain. His nose dives deeper into your neck as he sniffs you like a dog. You burst into giggles at the tickling sensation and the sounds drive straight into his heart. He raises his head slightly to nudge yours before resting his forehead on yours, his eyes staring straight into yours, he could almost see the reflection of his own eyes in them. Beautiful.
Your eyes stare into those tinkling rubies that shine from the reflection of the fire embers.
Ethereal.
Katsuki takes deep breaths to control himself. He wants to kiss you. He so badly does, but he holds back for your sake. He just got you back, he doesn’t want to scare you away, not again.
“I have so many questions to ask you,” You whispered, your eyes glimmering with the fire.
“Ask them all,” Katsuki responds as his hold on you tightens.
“I want to hear and answer all of them. I want to hear your voice for all the hours, minutes, seconds my ears lost the honor to hear it.”
“Who are you? You’ve gone soft Katsuki Bakugou,” You joked.
“You were always a bad influence,” Bakugou retorted but with no humor or ill will behind it.
He said it softly, gently, almost lovingly. His face was softer than you’ve ever seen it. He’s melting. His heart is melting the more he gets to be this close to you. The more he gets to gaze into those beautiful orbs of yours.
“Bakugou,” You called his name, and you could see his eyes glaze with something. They keep seeming to get lost the longer he gazes at you.
“Katsuki,” He whispered as his eyes droop almost like puppy dog eyes.
“What?” You asked, not because you didn’t hear but because you were confused.
“Kastuski, please, call me Katsuki again,” Bakugou whispered as he brought his face closer to yours, your lips almost touching.
“Oh- okay.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you gulped the lump of nerves down your throat.
“Call me it. Say it please.” Katsuki breathed out as his lips got even closer to yours. His eyes scan your eyes and your lips.
“K-Katsuki,” You stuttered.
“Fuckin’ heaven,” Katsuki breathed out before his hands flew to your face and closed the small gap between your lips with a firm kiss.
It was warm. Sparks and flames erupted like mini explosions in your belly. You could feel Katsuki’s emotions through the kiss. He poured all his desperation and passion into it. He was desperate. Desperate to feel the warmth and love he once felt a decade ago when he still had the liberty of kissing you. Desperate to feel those heavenly soft and plump first blush lips of yours.
“You’re so beautiful,” Katsuki murmured against your lips before diving back to kissing you hard.
His kisses were messy and desperate but the kind that feels like he needs every fiber of your being to be interlocked with his. He was hungry to taste you after all these deprivating years without you.
“So pretty it hurts,” Katsuki mumbled against your lips as his kisses drifted from your lips to your temple, to your cheek to your nose, to your eye, to anywhere he could reach.
His soft yet slightly chapped lips kiss you gently like a feather against your porcelain skin. Katsuki’s kisses began to move down from your face to your neck. The sensation causes sparks of electricity to flow throughout your body causing chills to run down your bones. Katsuki spends a bit of time kissing up and down your neck before groaning a bit aggressively when he stops.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” His expression is littered with lust as one hand cups your face gently yet with enough force to force your eyes on him. Your lips parted as you gazed at him in awe.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve needed you since you left. Every god damn miserable ass fuckin’ day I thought about you. Missed you. Cried for you. Craved you,” Katsuki says as he moves his head down slightly to kiss your neck’s sweet spot before returning to his full height but lowering his head slightly to meet your sweet gaze again.
“Fuck I need you,” Katuski hissed as the tent in his pants began to grow. The crotched area of his pants began to feel irritably tight.
“Katsuki,” You breathed out speechlessly. Unable to speak let alone process any words with his newfound confession to you.
“Fuck don’t do that,” Katsuki moaned lightly as he pressed his forehead against yours, focusing all his willpower to control himself from pouncing on you and ravaging you.
“Katsuki, I missed you…”
Katsuki’s ears perked as he tried so hard to control his breathing along with his urges. His fingers that rested on your hips tightened on you the more he tried to control.
“I need you,” You whispered in his ear.
Katsuki’s eyes had blown wide at your words. His final cord of honor and control snapped. Katsuki closed the gap between you both once again but this time he began to lead your body out of the living room. He stopped to kiss you after one last deep kiss before he grabbed your hand and rushed you through his home and to his bedroom with a loving and lustful glee in his eyes and a loving smile adorning his face.
Dexter’s position changed as he bolted up in alert as he watched his owner and his female companion exchange scents and scent each other before fleeing with a strong, heavy, in-heat scent. His golden eyes tracked your movements before you both disappeared from his sight to which he snorts and yawns. Dexter lets out a small huff before licking his chops and seems to smile slightly as he angles his chops and muzzle to do so before he stretches one last time for the night and falls asleep….
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The loud blaring of Katsuki's alarm causes him to jolt awake. He groans annoyedly, stretching his arm out to turn the darn thing off. Patting around his nightstand to find it and once he did he kept tapping the button to turn it off. The universe seemed to test him today because the fucking thing didn’t stop the alarm which only irked him more.
Finally lifting his head from his pillow just enough for one of his eyes to see it, he lifts his palm and presses his finger down and hard against the stupid phone, and finally, the cursed alarm turns off. Katsuki shifts back into his original position in his bed before another limb stretches across his torso followed by a feminine groaning.
“What’s it for?” You groaned as you nuzzled your face into the side of his chest.
Katsuki’s expression grew into a surprised one for a second before he smiled and leaned down to lay a small peck on your forehead before retreating to his position.
“Don’t ya worry yer pretty lil’ head ‘bout it, kay,” He replied as he wrapped an arm around you and rested his hand on your lower bare waist.
You snuggled closer to him to which he drew you closer. He almost forgot this was real, that this wasn’t a sick dream he was cursed with having since the day you left. You were here, he made love to you last night and he does have you in his arms and in his no longer cold bed.
“Hey Katsuki,” You called.
“Mhm?”
“What- hmm. What’s gonna happen now? What’s next?” You blushed as you were embarrassed to directly ask what this meant for the both of you.
Katsuki’s eyes widened slightly before they narrowed with his loving smile as a hand came to lift your chin to look at him. He leaned down to kiss your sweet lips before he answered your question.
“Whatever you want. I’ll go with whatever you want. Don’t wanna push anything. But what I do know is that I want to be with you agai. I want to relive this moment everyday, but I will respect any decision you make.”
You turned slightly, averting your gaze as you thought for a moment. What do you want? Now that you’re back home, what is it you want to get out of being here? Do you want to go back to the Americas? Do you want to go back with him? Or do you stay and stay with him? Who’re you kidding it’s way too early to be thinking this hard. You know that no matter what the situation, you were not gonna pass up this opportunity to be with your first love again.
“I want to be with you, again. I want to try again if that’s alright with you?”
Katsuki smiled brightly as he brought your face up to meet him in a loving kiss.
"Of fuckin' course I wanna try again. I'd do anythin' to make this work this time. l'd be whatever and be whatever ya need me to be to make this work. I ain't planning on lettin' this end ever again ya hear." Katsuki expressed his excitement as he squeezed your body tightly in an embrace.
"Well maybe there's something to be done before we officialize anything." You teased as you rubbed his chiseled back.
"Anythin' angel. You'd be dumb to think you had a choice to leave me again anyway." Katsuki joked as he kissed your nose.
“Wow, so what was the point of asking me if you weren’t gonna let me choose huh?”
“It’s polite to let you think you had a choice.”
“What does Katsuki Bakugou know about politeness?” You teased.
“A lot, but only for my girl,” He responded as he nuzzled his head against yours.
“Ah, how polite of you,”
“ 'Course I am,” He replied as he kissed your forehead before nuzzling his face against yours. If it wasn’t blatantly obvious, if he wasn’t human you’d think Katsuki was a damn cat.
"Never gonna let ya' go again," Katsuki murmured as he continued to cuddle and smother you with his love and affection.
You were about to reply before Bakugou’s door opened and revealed a cute intruder. Dexter barked as he ran towards Katsuki’s bed and leaped smoothly on top. Dexter immediately began to roll and rub himself against Katsuki’s soft sheets before Katsuki began pushing at Dexter. Dexter growled as he flipped over and started snapping his jaws playfully at Katsuki’s hands. You let out a small chuckle as you watched the two roughhouse.
This is a morning sight you can get used to…
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CW: aged-up characters, heavy cussing language, and ANGST
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Sequel out now! Something to be Done
Silence. For being in a place surrounded by clattering noise with people chattering and dishes rattling, it’s so loud. The silence. The thoughts rearing in your head. It’s frustratingly loud.
“Excuse me miss,” The waitress called you timidly. It doesn’t take a genius to tell that you must’ve been stood up. Having waited for an hour for you to order and politely dismissing her stating you were waiting for your partner to arrive and yet the seats around you were empty.
“C- Can I get you anything?”
“Umm,” You nibbled on your bottom lip, trying your best to keep your voice from trembling and the watery glaze in your eyes to keep from trickling down your cheeks.
“The bill. I’ll take the bill for the wine, please.” You spoke softly, lowering your head slightly while keeping your averted gaze from your kind waitress.
“Right away ma’am,” She bowed curtly before she left. You raised your hands that were gripping your beautiful silk maroon dress under the table and planted your elbows on the table sighing into your palms.
“Your bill ma’am,” The timid waitress announced as she placed it gently beside you.
“Thank you,” you responded lowly. You tore your face from your palms and reached to collect your small purse holding your wallet.
“Anything else I can do for you, ma’am?” The girl asked carefully.
“Besides getting my absent boyfriend here for a date we haven’t had in a year, nothing else, thank you,” You murmured as you placed 14,241 yen on the table and slipped an extra 2,800 as a tip as you slipped out of the booth, and walked to the exit with a hand clutching your purse and your head held high.
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The sound of keys jingling in a lock can be heard from inside a neat and clean apartment. The door creaking open revealed you dressed beautifully with a frown on your face entering the home. You placed your keys in the key bowl on top of the rustic white wood sideboard you had by the front door. You looked up and in the mirror, you saw how ruined your makeup looked from crying quitely in the cab you took to get back to the apartment.
Your frown deepened as you rubbed away the run-down mascara before giving up with a sigh. You dropped your purse beside the key bowl and made your way to your bathroom. You set up a nice warm bath with scented candles before you relaxed into the well-deserved warm bath. After some time when the water began to turn cold, you decided it was time to get out. You got out and did your nightly routine before heading to bed. You peeled the covers enough for you to slip into as you turned the TV on and rather quickly, you fell asleep to the low volume of the television.
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With a racing heart, Katsuki rushed out of his office building at 12:56 am. When did it get so fucking late? Most importantly when did he begin to lose track of his relationship? How long had it been since you both went on a date? It’s his fault. This is all his fault. He just hopes it’s not too late. As he raced to his car he thought back to the conversation he just had with Kirishima, his agency partner.
“Hey man, you’re still here?” A rough-pitched voice called to the spiky blonde-headed workaholic who sat in his desk chair in the middle of a large office of a sky-rise building. The city lights of Musutafu blared behind him through the glass panes of his office windows.
“Tch. This shit ain’t gonna do itself,” Katsuki scoffed. His brows creased in annoyance as he glared at the screen before him.
“Yeahhh but, I mean,” The redhead started.
“You gonna spit it out already? ‘Cuz if ya ain’t I got shit to do,” The blonde growled.
“Uhh never mind, guess I got my dates wrong.”
The blonde’s curiosity spiked as his eyebrows creased from frustration to slight curiosity at the man’s words. Kirishima picked up on his, ‘I wanna know more but I ain’t gonna tell you’ look and continued.
“Well, Mina was gushing this morning about how she was gonna spend some of the day getting your girl all dolled up for your anniversary dinner tonight.”
“What? That pinky freak needs ta get ‘er brain checked out. It ain’t today it’s next week.” Katsuki grumbled.
“Hmm, ya sure? She said N/N had told her to go over to yalls place today. I heard the girls talking on FaceTime last night.”
“Ya think I don’t know my own fuckin’ anniversary shitty hair?!”
“Sorry man! You’re right! Don’t shoot the messenger now! See ya tomorrow bro!” Kirishima shouted as he retreated from his partner's office hurriedly and slammed the door behind him as he exited.
Katsuki scoffed as he wore his typical scowl. He returned to reading the reports he had to sign off on before his thoughts drifted elsewhere. Kirishima’s words began to get to him. But what would that dumb-haired idiot know? No one knew his relationship better than himself. Yet the thought kept itching his brain uncomfortably. Katsuki exited the Word document and clicked on his computer calendar. He scrolled around to find today's date and agenda. His eyes searched intently to find any sign of today's plans only to find none. He smirked. Of course, he was right. He scrolled to next week's calendar list and scrolled through the pre-made plans only to notice your anniversary date wasn’t scheduled on the correct date.
“The hell?” The blonde scowled as he inched his face closer to the screen as if it would help him see more clearly.
His carmine eyes scanned closely at the agenda only to keep re-reading the same things. No anniversary. His confusion began to spike. He gave up looking through his computer and reached for his phone in his pocket. He quickly pulled up his calendar and looked through to next week's date again only to find the same thing. No anniversary date. He gulped the nerves that settled in his throat as he began to scroll back to this week. He checked today's date to find nothing. He let out a frustrated groan as he tossed his phone onto his desk which jumbled the messy stack of papers that were laid out. His eyes caught something on his desk that he hadn’t noticed before. A paper with a schedule for the week created by his assistant. He grabbed it and scanned through it noticing something.
No fucking way. How the fuck did he tell his assistant to cancel that?! But then he remembered
why...
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“D-Dynamight sir, Pro-Hero Grand has publicly announced a collaboration with the Red Riot Dynamight Agency for the big Mysterio Villian Case. Should I schedule a meeting with the PR group?” Bakugou’s assistant asked.
“Tch, yeah schedule that shit.”
“Right away sir,” She began to dabble on her tablet with her stylus pen.
“Fuckin’ annoyin’ piece-a-shit,” He grumbled as he ruffled his spiky locks.
“What day should I make it for sir?”
“Friday, I’m already packed as it is durin’ the week,” He groaned as he sat on his office desk chair.
“Yes sir, ah- s-sir, it seems you’re unavailable Friday afternoon for your-”
“Just move whatever the hell it is,” Bakugou said firmly as he began to look through a stack of files and papers on his desk.
“S-Sir? But it's your-”
“I swear to god if you don’t just do yer job and reschedule whatever the fuckin’ schedule conflict is so fuckin’ help me-”
“Y-Yes Dynamight sir! My apologies! R-Right away, sir!” The woman squeaked as she bowed repeatedly before quickly scurrying out of his office to avoid being scolded harshly further. Bakugou sighed loudly as he laid his head back leaning further into his chair. A few hours later his assistant knocked on his office door, and with a growl, he allowed her entry.
“S-Sorry sir, almost forgot to give you this week's schedule, I’ve already altered it as requested,” Bakugou’s assistant said timidly as she quickly hurried to his desk, neatly placing said schedule before him, and then quickly scurrying back out.
Bakugou sighed, huffing an exhale before glaring at the ceiling. He just wanted the day to be over so he could sleep soundly beside his girl in the safety and comforts of your shared home…
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Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Katsuki rambled as he rushed through his agencies parking lot to his black Camaro with a giant orange X on the hood that matched the X on his hero suit. Scrambling to find the keys in his joggers and hoodie, he accidentally drops them, letting out another curse as he snatches the keys, unlocks his vehicle, and hops into it. His engine roars to life as he presses the ignition button, and shifts his gear down to reverse, the other hand clutches the steering wheel, and his foot steps on the gas.
The city lights fly past Katsuki’s vision and reflect beautifully against his car’s glossy paint. His mind is solely focused on you as he speeds through the streets of Musutafu. He broke hard at red lights before stomping on the gas at the green lights, trying his hardest to get back to you as quickly as he could while his heart raced with fear.
Katsuki Bakugou was never a religious man, there’s been times when he’s been at death's door yet he still never believed in any higher being, but right now he’s praying to any god or deity who’s willing to listen to his prayers that he can save your relationship from breaking. He knows he’s fucked up. He knows how desperate you’ve been to have one-on-one time with him yet he’s never complied.
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“Katsuki why can’t I just go over to spend five minutes with you during your lunch break?”
“Because Y/n I’m busy,” He growled as he brushed his teeth.
“You can’t even spare five minutes? Or what about leaving to work later in the mornings so we can eat breakfast together?”
“Woman, would you drop it? I’m a busy man, you know this. Don’t ya got yer own hero shit ta work on?” He argued.
“I mean yeah but-”
“Then drop it Y/n,” He growled before throwing some water into his mouth and gurgling to spit out.
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Katsuki’s brows furrowed as a whine crept up his throat. His hands clutched the steering wheel tighter as his foot pressed on the gas pedal harder. He was almost home but it felt like he’d never get there. The 20-minute drive to your shared apartment felt like hours when he practically made it in five minutes. He sped into the driveway of the parking structure, smashed the pin code into the machine, and waited impatiently to be let in by the auto-mated closed gates of the apartment complex. Once the gates opened just enough for his car to drive through he sped into the parking lot, parking quickly with a harsh screeching of his tires breaking as he put his Camaro into park.
He quickly grabbed his duffel bag stuffed with his dirty hero outfit, grabbed his keys and water bottle, and got out, locking his car before booking it to the parking garage elevator. Katsuki's furrowed brows and creases of his skin were etched with worry and nervousness. What will await the hero once he enters his shared home with you? Are you mad? Are you upset? Are you angry waiting for him with a knife in hand? Okay, that last one was a stretch but Katsuki’s just stressed.
For a year or more he’s carelessly thrown his relationship with you to the side, blinded by his hero upcoming to realize that just loving someone isn’t enough to make a relationship healthy. God, he’d fucked up. He fucked up so bad. He’s just secretly praying to whoever will listen that he hasn’t messed up too badly. He needs you, his rock, his anchor, his breath of fresh air, his love, and hopefully his future wife, that is, if you even want to still be with him.
The sound of the elevator bell rings brings the ash blonde out of his trance. He quickly steps out of the elevator and rushes down the hall to your home. His hands were shaking slightly as his head began to get slightly fuzzy. His chest heaved quickly as his thoughts were overrunning with insecurity and fear. After a few moments of doing his breathing exercises his therapist, whom he was forced to see once a week, taught him to do, he exhaled with shut eyes before opening them and standing taller with confidence.
He unlocks the door and goes inside the apartment. His movements match the sound echoing throughout the apartment, quiet. He sets his duffel bag down in front of the sideboard and sets his keys in the key bowl before turning around and closing the door, making sure to lock it. His eyes scan the dark home looking for any sign of disorderliness throughout it. He quietly makes his way into the home and heads straight to your shared bedroom. He opens it with caution, careful not to disturb you.
It’s dark, the lights in the room are off yet the only thing that allows him to see you is the illuminating light from the TV reflecting onto your figure. He was cautious entering the room and getting closer to you with careful footing as he tip-toed closer to the bed. Your curled-up figure seemed so small and vulnerable to him as he approached your sleeping figure and sat down at the foot of the bed, careful not to wake you.
He sighed as he carefully laid a palm on your calf that was covered up by a blanket he hadn’t recognized. Fuck, just how absent has he been. A soft movement of bed sheets shifting catches Katsuki’s attention. His head and eyes follow the source of the noise as his carmine eyes meet yours. You had sat up, you're awake. Katsuki's tough focade falters slightly as his gaze catches with yours. He gulps, making mental preparations for the important conversation to come. He chooses to go with a small icebreaker, trying to gain an understanding of what you’re currently feeling.
Katsuki secretly prided on how well he could read you and made mental notes of how he was doing a good job as a first-time boyfriend. But right now he couldn’t read you and that scared him. You’re pulling away, that much is obvious, but how long have you been pulling away from him? Can he stop you? Does he still have time to reel you back in? He hopes he still has time to prevent you from distancing yourself further. Please let there be time.
“Sorry to wake you, angel,” He whispered as he scooted closer, enough to be able to lean down to kiss your forehead, to which you leaned away from the action, causing Katsuki’s throat and heart to constrict painfully.
His palms begin to sweat, he can feel the watery sensation begin to release out of his skin. He leaned back away to get a better view of your face. Just what was going on inside that pretty head of yours? He had to know. He needs to know how to fix this.
“Angel?” He called lowly, in a careful way to not tip you off.
“Where were you?” You finally spoke. Katsuki could feel his throat dry so he cleared his throat and wet his lips, before swallowing the lump in his throat and speaking.
“Workin’...” He responded, his head low showing slight vulnerability to you.
“Working?” You repeated his statement with slight venom on your tongue.
Katsuki didn’t know what else to respond with besides just nodding his head as an answer. His lack of acknowledgment and speaking starts to get you bothered. Does he not care? Has he not have anything else to say? Probably because he doesn’t even realize why you're upset. Hell, he most likely forgot, it's the most obvious answer you didn’t want to acknowledge. Denying such a ridiculous thing because you know your Katsuki wouldn’t forget. He’s a very organized man, he would’ve put it in his calendar that he checks hourly, unless he just didn’t care enough to put it down.
Obviously… he didn’t mark it down. It wasn’t a special enough day for him to put on his calendar. How stupid were you? A year without a date or properly seeing him isn’t a sign enough to show you that he just doesn’t give a fuck? Missing your anniversary isn’t a sign enough? You’re a pathetic girl in love with a man who’s in love with his job and nothing more. The answer to your question has always been in front of you yet you always dismiss it because of “faith” and “hope” that bonded you to your love for Katsuki.
Now those ropes have snapped from him with the realization. Your last hope of salvaging this relationship, this love has snapped. He saw it. He saw a change in your eyes. A slight sliver of your love vanished. His heart was crumbling. His pulse was quickening and his palms were growing sweatier at the second. He was losing you. He felt it, he knew it. He has to do something, there has to be something to be done to fix this. He has to, he can’t lose you.
“H-How was your day?” He choked lowly. Was he fucking serious?
“How was my day? Are you fucking kidding me?” You hissed. How stupid is he to ask that? Could he not tell? Of course not, because he doesn’t love you.
Fuck. Was that wrong to ask? Obviously, what does he do now?
“Is it wrong to ask my girl how her fuckin day was?” He growled.
“Don’t you fuckin go turning this around on me,” You raised your voice. At that, Katsuki gets defensive and raises his voice back.
“Turning this on you? All I did was ask how your day went or do you not want me to care?”
“Fuck you Katsuki Bakugou. Seriously fuck you.” You seethed.
“What’s gotten yer panties in a twist huh?” He spat.
“Okay Bakugou, just throw everything on me because I’m a shitty girlfriend, okay,” You scoffed as you rolled your eyes and rose out of bed, making your way to the closet.
With angry eyes, Katsuki watches you as he gets up from the bed and drinks in your every move.
“Did I fucking say you were? No, so don’t go putting words in my fuckin’ mouth when ‘m tryna talk to you,” He growled as his brows furrowed.
This was going wrong, so, so wrong.
“Well, how you're talking to me is telling me that!” You spat as you begin to rummage through the closet for something.
“Will you just fuckin’ stop actin’ like this, how do you expect to have civil conversations if yer actin’ like a bitch?” He spat.
Your movements came to a stop. Halting looking for whatever it was you were looking for. Your eyes widened as you stared blankly at the hanging clothes in front of you. Katsuki’s face mimicked yours as your back that was turned to him stiffened at his comment. It took Katsuki a moment before realizing what he said. His anger began to dissipate and regret, guilt and nervousness began to wrack through his mind and body.
“Y/n I didn’t mean-” Katsuki started as he reached an arm out to you.
“I hate you.”
His breath caught in his throat. His outstretched arm halted its movement as he stiffened and his body froze in place. His heart stopped and his body felt as if he was falling. Falling fast and hard to the ground, similar to the time he realized he was in love with you. Only this time it felt like he was dying. His heart constricted with pain it felt as if his heart stopped beating, like he stopped being able to breathe. His skull felt as if it were crushing down his brain.
‘I hate you.’ Not the sweet ‘I love you’s’ he loves to hear from you. Not the ‘love you’ that he craves you to whisper in the crack of dawn as he tries to swiftly untangle your sleepy limbs from his. Not the ‘I love you so much’ he needs to hear when he wakes you up at night accidentally because he was a tad bit loud trying to sneak into the shower without waking you, just to fail miserably and go over to kiss your forehead and you whisper those sweet words after he’s had a long shit day at work. Not the ‘I’m in love with you’ you first said after your twentieth date before he asked you to be his. Not an ‘I love you’ but an ‘I hate you’. You hate him. Not love, hate. Hate. You, his only weakness when it comes to anything, sweet you who he adores although he hardly shows it. You, who he needs although he hardly proves it.
You who he loves more than anything in the world, although he’s never said it. Is that why you hate him? He’s been an asshole, he can see it now. Is it selfish of him, to want to keep you when all he’s done is hurt you? Probably, but does he care? No, because Katsuki Bakugou is a selfish bastard but he’s going to change that with you. He wants to change that for you. He has to because he loves you. Even if you hate him he’ll follow you to the pits of hell because he loves you so much. He hopes it's not too late, he hopes there’s still something to be done to fix this.
“I love you.” He whispers through a broken whine. He hears the soft hitch caught in your throat.
He sees how the muscles and limbs of your body tense at his words. His eyes drink in every little thing you do to come up with his thoughts of what you must be thinking. From what he’s observed, what he said did nothing to help the situation.
“What?” You whispered.
“I-I umm. I said-”
“No. I heard what you said.”
He doesn’t respond, just stands cautiously waiting for you to speak. He feels it coming, the outburst.
“Why?” You murmured.
He wouldn’t have caught it if he hadn’t mentally tuned everything else in the world out just so he could focus on you. He was good at doing that. Being a hero forced him to learn these things regarding the human senses. He trained himself to be a hound dog with his eyes, ears, and smell for the job. With that experience, he could always hear the slightest change of your breath whenever he was around you. He heard your response, now he has to figure out what you mean by why and come up with a good response to save this relationship.
“What do you mean why? Because yer my girlfriend that’s why,” He scoffed. God his cursed fucking mouth.
“Just because I’m your girlfriend?” You repeated lowly.
Katsuki’s guard keeps going on higher and higher alert which he didn’t know was possible. It worried him. He didn’t respond, didn’t know what to respond with, so he waited for you to speak.
“You say you love me but you only love me because I’m your girlfriend?” You snapped as you turned around to face him, causing his body to snap straight up at your sudden outburst.
“You don’t love me because I’m hard-headed yet so calming. Because I’m rude but so loving. Or because I’m ruthless but so caring, or emotionally unavailable yet so emotional, or rough and tough yet so soft and gentle or scary looking yet so soft looking, or rough around the edges yet mushy in the center, or a bully yet sincere or mean yet kind or cocky yet insecure or brave yet fearful or clever but stupid or clean yet dirty or organized yet unorganized or active yet lazy or hygienic yet sometimes unhygienic or strong yet soft or ambitious yet negative or because you set goals so high the world can’t see them yet you go above and beyond to reach them, or because you inspire those around you without meaning to or because you strive for something so great and you work so hard to achieve it or because you don’t let anything stand in the way to get what you want or because you’re so beautiful and I don’t mean from the outside but the inside because Katsuki you are incredibly beautiful inside and out and that’s why I love you…I love you for all of those reasons because it makes you, you, and I love that, I love you. But if you can’t give me one simple fucking reason why you love me besides the fact that I’m your girlfriend then I don’t want to be anymore… because that just proves this relationship has been one-sided this whole time. I’m tired Katsuki… I’m tired of the late nights with no contact from you. I’m tired of always coming second and putting all the effort into this relationship to keep it from tearing but it’s already been torn. I am tired Katsuki. I’m done being tired.” Your broken voice broke him.
He tried and tried and tried so hard to keep himself strong but with everything you said, explaining every detail of him down to the bone broke him. For the first time in a very long time, Katsuki Bakugou broke down. His face instantly contorted to anguish as hot fat tears spouted down his soft cheeks. His arm quickly came up to cover his eyes from you as his unoccupied hand gripped at his shirt where his heart was. His knees buckled as he fell to the ground still sobbing. His emotions were running wild with absolute adoration for you yet he was heartbroken. You love him. A complete asshole who’s done nothing but hurt you, you love him, but he couldn’t love you as you deserved and now he’s going to lose you forever.
“I’m sorry!” He howled through choked sobs.
As he peered up to look at you, you weren’t there. He quickly got up and wiped his tears away as he scanned the room. His ears caught the sound of a heavy plop sound coming from the living room. He hurried to the noise source as he saw you stuffing a sweater into a duffel bag. The alarms in his head stopped as his mind came to a realization. You were leaving. He quickly went to you.
“What the hell are you doing?” He asked with a demanding tone. You didn’t respond, just continued to stuff some things you had laid out on the couch.
“Y/n I’m talking to you!” He called for you louder as he reached to snatch your wrist to prevent you from packing your things further.
“Let go of me!”
“Not until you talk to me!”
“I did talk!”
“Well yeah but-”
“No Bakugou, you forced me to talk earlier so I did and now I’m leaving. I spoke my peace, I got nothing more to say to you.”
“Well, I got way more to say to you, but I need you here to say it.” He growled, yet his eyes showed panic.
The slight shaking of his arm and hand, which kept you firmly in place from leaving, caught your attention as you looked into his eyes and down at his hand that gripped your wrist. You nodded slightly, causing Bakugou to loosen his grip. You took that slight change to snatch your wrist back. Katsuki stared down at you with a vulnerability you’ve never seen before.
“What Bakugou?” You asked with a tiredness to your tone.
Your shoulders slumped and your eyes drooped. You're tired. He can see it. The slight black dusting your eye bags. Your eyebrows creased to show your exhaustion. He sees it, your love dissipating. It makes him tremble. He doesn’t miss the name you address him as. His last name. No loving nickname. No first name. Just Bakugou. His last name. Something strangers address him as. The last name he wanted to share with you. Was it too late? Is it too late to still give it to you?
He wanted to propose to you. He wanted you to carry his last name. Wanted to share a deeper bond through marriage. Wanted to share new experiences as a bonded pair through golden rings. He had everything planned for your fifth anniversary. He fucked it up. Katsuki didn’t believe in love until he met you. The love that is now one-sided. He knew he’d been unfair these last few months. No, it’s been longer than that. He knew it, he just didn’t want to believe how shitty he’s been. As a very prideful and cocky man who prides himself on being the best in every aspect, he didn’t want to believe he failed. No, that’s not what’s eating at him. It’s that the one good thing he had in his life was leaving. Fleeting and he’s scared of the unknown.
In the hero industry, he excelled at foresight. He always had plans to be one step ahead, and always had an idea of what would happen next. Now he’s got no clue what’s going to happen and that scares him because it’s about you. He wants you more than anything and he knows that now. He doesn’t want to lose you. He’s known that but he didn’t show it and now you’ve reached your breaking point and he’s so fucking scared of a life without himself by your side.
“Please. Y/n I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for everything.” He said lowly with a break to his words.
You stood there watching your- watching Bakugou break. You did this. The great Dynamight who’s notorious for his strength and unvulnerability is broken before you. Some twisted part of you isn’t even empathetic towards him. You’re glad he’s hurting as you have been for the past year. Yet the part that loves him is aching. The inner battle of turmoil is clouding your judgment.
“I’ve been an asshole. I know that- I see that now-”
“So what? Did it have to take you losing me to see that?” Bakugou’s lips pursed tight and wobbled slightly. Loose you? Was this truly it? Did he really lose you?
“Please. Please, I’m sorry Y/n. I’m sorry for everything-!”
“And what exactly are you sorry for? Do you even have the slightest understanding of why you’re even sorry?” You shouted with tears brimming your eyes.
“For being an asshole! For being a horrible shitty fucking boyfriend! For being negligent and absent and expecting everything from you and giving you nothing from me! I see now how I’ve treated you and I know now how horrible of me that is and I’m sorry!” Bakugou rasped with tears.
Tears he’s vowed he’d never shed but are now sprouting from his eyes. Falling to his knees he sinks into himself as he crumbles. His world seemed to crumble down to ash. This is what he was good at. Destruction. Destroying anything and everything he touches. His quirk that he prides himself with, the quirk of explosion that makes Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki, was now seeming to feel like a curse rather than a blessing.
Katsuki flinches as his senses reel him back into reality from the soft touch of your fingers against his cheeks. His eyes drink in your face, the crease of your brows furrowed into an expression of sadness and worry. The puffy redness around your eyes hints at you crying. The tip of your nose is red and your lashes are slightly damp. God, you were truly beautiful. A gorgeous woman he had the liberty to call his at one point. At least he got that. Though his heart will never be satisfied with that.
“Thank you for the apology.” You said so softly.
The soothing tone he loved to hear. Lately, it was the only tone of voice you’d speak since he would only return home to you at ungodly late hours. The tone you called his name with when you were half asleep. So melodic.
“I love you,” He rasped as his body moved to hold yours, but you stopped him.
Your hands reached out to keep him at a distance by his shoulders. His gaze fell to your hands that pressed on his shoulders and back up to your face in confusion.
“I can’t,” you whispered. Katsuki felt his heart twist painfully again.
“You, can’t?”
“Oh, Katsuki. It’s not that easy anymore. We can’t just fix everything with a simple apology and an “I love you” and expect everything to be perfect.” You sighed as you returned your hands to your side and avoided his gaze in defeat.
“I know that. I do. That’s why I’m willing to do whatever I have to to fix this. Us. For us.” He announced as he slowly reached for your hand to hold in his. You noticed and quickly moved your hand away from his.
“No Katsuki you don’t get it. It’s not simple at all. This situation. Our relationship. It’s non-existent. I can’t live like this anymore.”
“Then, then tell me what to do. Tell me what I can do to fix it and I will. I’ll do it in a heartbeat. Please.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. You can baby. Anything you need from me, just tell me so I can fix this. I can’t lose you Y/n, please. He whined.
“I can’t Katsuki.”
“Yes, you can! Please! Please Y/n. Just-just tell me what I can do to fix us. To save us! C’mon Y/n, please! Just tell me what I can do! There has to be something I can still do to save us! Please!”
“I can’t!”
“Why?! Why can’t you?! There has to be something to be done still please baby!”
“I can’t because there’s nothing to be done Katsuki!”
There it was. The final tether of the string that tied your hearts together, it snapped.
“Nothing?” You didn’t respond. Just kept avoiding eye contact. Trying to focus on anything but him.
“Is this really it?” He murmured, although he was more so speaking to himself.
The disbelief. The refusal to accept it. The denial. His heart can’t. It’s refusing to accept the loss of you. It’s crying, screaming, threatening to rip out of his chest and rush to yours. To hug and hold your heart and beat warmly once again. But Katsuki has to resist, to hold it back and keep it in its ribcage, locked up. Forever in solitude as it deserves, as he deserves. He can’t blame you. He’s been so fucking awful to you. He can’t blame you, judge you, not even think about hating you, but it doesn’t mean he has to be okay with it. He’s not sure if he’d ever be.
“I’m sorry. There’s just nothing else to be done anymore. It’s over.” You said softly with a crack at the end of your sentence.
Katsuki knows you love him. But the damage he’s made has been done and he’s pushed past your limit. He understands. But even with knowing his heart can’t stop it’s yearning for you.
“I’m sorry.” He said, just merely above a whisper.
Loud enough for you to just catch it. You finally decide to look up at him and you see just how disheveled he looks, how broken he seems, and he is. It’s felt like hours. Perhaps it has been. It’s been hours since you left. Left him here, alone. Hours since he’s moved from the floor. He’s still sitting on the cold wood floor since the argument. He can’t find the energy to move. How long has it been? He doesn’t know and doesn’t care to find out. His gaze drifts to the windows of the apartment and notices the dark sky. Fuck, it’s late. It’s been a whole day yet all he can think about was what happened hours prior. His eyes move to look for his phone.
Finally having some sort of motivation drives his body to get up and search for his phone. He finds it on the kitchen counter. He turns his phone over and the first thing he’s greeted with is his lock screen picture of you and him, smiling like idiots in love. He fights so hard to keep the dam he worked hard to build over the past hours to stay up. With a hard deep breath, he wills himself to unlock his phone and takes off the Do Not Disturb. His phone instantly floods with notifications, messages, and missed calls, none of which were from you. His eyes scanned to see most texts were about his whereabouts from work employees such as his PR team, assistant, weird hair, and the nerd.
Instead of reapplying the Do Not Disturb, Katsuki just shuts his phone off completely. He has no use for it. He also wouldn’t like to see the reminder of what he once had on it either. He tosses his phone back onto the kitchen counter and takes a good, hard look around the place. It’s the same as it has been for years. It’s changed since you and him first bought it. Aside from all the hard work you put into decorating it, it’s still the same. Only now it feels emptier than it had been the day you both first moved in.
Katsuki takes the time to actually take in his surroundings and notices just how much the space has changed. His entire home looked more feminine yet empty. As if only one person lived here. Slowly his shared home with you began to look like just a home for you. Slowly things that made the home for you both began to disappear. The little decorations that he added for slight touches of his personality to blend with yours were now gone and all he could see was you. You surrounded this space and it frightened him because he’s now realizing he had been pushed out of your heart and mind completely for far longer than he’s realized. You drew all thoughts of him away by removing everything that made the home him and you to just you. Maybe in doing so it dulled the ace of him being a dead-beat boyfriend.
He wouldn’t blame you if that were the reason, it just doesn’t dull the ache within. Katsuki heads to the bedroom and slowly opens the door. As he enters the room he notices the changes that had been made. The silk black sheets he bought years ago now changed to white silk ones. The bed frame is new, and the mirror in the corner of the room is new as well. The tv is larger than the previous one and the blankets are a different color as well. God fucking dammit, he’s been sleeping here for five years, sharing a home with you was the best thing to experience but even though he’s been here he wasn’t truly here. Absent-minded living has driven you away and he can see why. He’s not noticed a thing that’s been going on under his roof. Even under his fucking nose for crying out loud.
He’s angry. All his emotions are building up. Fueling the giant pit of fire in his belly. The surging flames explode up the tubes of his veins, flowing into his brain. The flaming bursts of emotions kept fueling into his mind until it overflowed to be too much and then, he exploded. Crackling and thundering echoed throughout the walls of the apartment. Loud booming and thudding hallowing like a storm. Red. Nothing but red is all he can see. Red is all he sees as he grabs and throws anything he can grab a hold of. Red is all he sees as he blows up anything and everything in his path. Red is all he sees as he repeatedly pounds his fist against the wall.
Blue is all he sees when images of you pop up in his head. Blue is all he sees when he blinks his tears away. Blue is all he sees when he closes his eyes and slides his slumped body down against the wall that is bloody and charred. Black is all he sees when his exhausted body succumbs to the sleep he so desperately needs. When he sleeps, he can dream.
When he dreams, he can dream of a world where something could be done to keep your love for him...
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Bakugou Katsuki wondered the halls of U.A. He walked these halls every day during the week. From going to class, the restroom, training grounds, cafeteria, the school’s gym, and the support course class. Not once has these halls ever felt different to him, different in the sense of being bare, empty or dark, scarce or lonely. But things changed, and that scared him. His life was great, he was doing great with being the greatest, but now he felt far from it. This feeling was foreign and new and he hated it. He was frustrated to no end only because he couldn't explain to himself let alone anyone why, how, or what he was feeling. He just didn’t know.
What he did know, was they started because of her. Y/n, L/n. Known for her beauty and wits, strength and grades, personality and skills, quirk and talents, she was well known within U.A. let alone the streets of Japan as an upcoming Hero. He knew that, she knew that, hell everyone knew that. Maybe that's why it made it even more difficult to be around her. The fact that everyone wanted to befriend her, talk to her, and know her. There was something special about you that everyone wanted to see, including him. Of course, he wasn't the only one, and that's what aided in the difficulty of things.
For some odd reason, Bakugou always found you, sought you, heard you. How or why he couldn’t tell, he just did. Oh, the class lost sight of you at the mall, there you were at the pet shop a few stores behind, how did they miss you? In a giant crowd at the ice rink, he peeked over a bunch of heads until he found you rather quickly, zooming through the extras trying to learn or just skating decently. Walking by the common room of the dorms, he heard you gossiping about some character from a stupid romance manga you were gushing about with Mina. Later that day he looked up the character name and found out the name of the manga.
For Christmas he happened to get you for the Secret Santa crap everyone decided to do this year, seeing how you all lived with each other and it was your first Christmas together. Of course, he bought you the new volume that was just released last week. Before he purchased it he made sure you hadn’t bought it yet through Kirishima. He also got you a basket of your favorite snacks, (he asked Kirishima who asked Mina, again) along with a soft cozy blanket with your favorite anime character. He always heard you talking about them. He considered watching that anime, but lately, he’s been too busy with life to sit down and watch it.
His spending wasn’t in vain as he watched your smile brighten to something he could only describe as bright, causing his pupils to dilate as he watched you smile. Ironically it was Christmas which supposedly made everything about the holiday “Merry and Bright”. But it was odd. Odd how his face heated so much and he wasn’t even close to the heater. His whole body went hot as his back straightened quickly. His palms grew sweatier than normal as sweat dripped down his forehead. A lump suddenly formed in his throat as he watched you jump excitedly around the room, holding the basket he gifted close to your chest. Oggling it with stars in your eyes as you squealed in absolute glee.
He looked down at you as you expressed your absolute glee about his gift and he couldn’t help but smile at you. Not smirk, smile with his dilated pupils and a faint blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He believed that that moment, the way you looked up at him after jumping around happily, wide-eyed and lips slightly parted, doe innocent e/c eyes staring up at him, long curled lashes batting slowly at him, pink lips parted for a second before widening into the widest, brightest, happiest smile he’d ever seen, he believes that that moment, that exact moment was when his views of you changed.
At first, you were a nobody, a classmate, then an acquaintance, then somewhat of a friend, and now, his gift for a long holiday during the winter seemed to have sparked something between you two, but what was the cherry on top was your gift to him. A black scarf with two orange stripes crossing into an X as it started from the top and ended at the bottom, along with a rare limited edition golden All-might figure, and two small black beads? Yeah, beads. He looked at you confused as he took the beads out of their small case, which was velvet black and had an orange X on it too.
He peered down at you puzzled, but your warm smile, made him nod his head in thanks. Your small hand carefully grasped his, as your other grabbed the case and opened it revealing the beads once again, carefully taking them out and putting them in your palm. You then looked into his eyes making him hold his breath. What were you doing? Were you going to knee his face? Slap him? What? He then realized you had put the beads in his ear as he heard a slight ringing sound that made him hiss.
“Sorry! Wrong button!” You apologized as you tapped one of the beads in his ear and all went silent, but not too silent. This noise sounded different.
“These are special kinds of hearing aids. I had Mae Hatsume help me develop them. I had originally asked her to make grenade silencers for your grenade gauntlets, but it was taking much longer to make than we realized, Kirishima had told me that you mentioned your ears ringing sometimes during training or a fight or class and I'm guessing it was because of your explosions, so I wanted to help you with that. Your silencers are still being made, but Hatsume and I made these hearing aids for you, for the meantime. Well she made them I just designed it. They work to block out loud noises but still allow you to hear anything and everything else. They just reduce the loud noise of explosions and such. I-I umm, hope I didn’t offend you with these gifts. I just thought, that maybe, they would help, and you would appreciate them... I don’t know what you like, but, I feel like you would have liked to receive something useful rather than something that would collect dust, I just bought the Allmight figure as a failed backup... Oh! And I made the scarf myself! My grandmother helped me sew it. I-I hope you like them Bakugou! Merry Christmas!”
That moment was the moment that changed forever. Since then he has followed you around like a lost puppy. You guys hung out 24/7. Like peas in a pod. You both became known as best friends to your classmates and the school. You were always seen together. Never one of you was ever without the other, and he’d grown very used to that. Did you want to go to 7/11? Okay, let's go. Want to try a new restaurant that opened up downtown? Let him grab the scarf you made him, it's a little cold out. Going to a family barbeque, he was invited without hesitation.
Although he was nervous about meeting your family, it ended up being a success. (meaning him beating all your little cousins in Mario Kart and your father and uncles in pool). He had to attend one of his parents' god-awful fashion shows, you're coming with him. You always had to be there, and he was okay with that. Your time together ended up being a normal thing, it was weird when you guys weren’t together. For the both of you.
At first, he just thought that the both of you spending time alone in each other's dorms playing video games or watching shows on Netflix was just a friend thing, you guys were just friends. He said it over and over and over.
“ Heyyyy kachannnn, you and Y/n huh? Somethin’ special goin’ on there? Huh? Huhhhhh?” Denki nudged Bakugou, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Of course not you dunce, she’s just a friend you moron,”
He convinced everyone including himself you were just a friend. And of course, you were. Everything you guys do is something all friends do! Nothing special about it. That was until he experienced firsthand and realized that you’re both High School students, attending school, training to be heroes, but you attend a HIGH SCHOOL. Teenagers in school, of course, guys were going to be after you. So why was it a shocker when some stupid extra tried to fucking confess in front of him?!
Okay, maybe not in front of him, but in the empty hallway after school hours? Didn’t this moron know you both walk together? Doesn’t this fucking idiot know he doesn’t have a slight chance with you? This guy’s probably 5,5, he’s got black hair that has a lot of dandruff, which makes it look like he has lice, but it's probably from all that gel he has on. He’s got pimples on his forehead and one of his ears looks bigger than the other.
Okay, Bakugou isn’t normally that much of an asshole but come on! This guy’s arms aren’t even close to the size of Bakugou’s waist, and his waist is TINY! He couldn’t help but wait back in class 1-A and overhear what you were going to respond with.
“Huh? You- like me? I’m sorry but I don’t even know you?” You said innocently but truthfully. You were right, you didn’t know this moron, but common, couldn't you just reject his sorry ass already?
“What if you get to know me?” Is he serious? Like hell, Bakugou would let tha-
“Hmm. I’m sorry but I don’t think so. I don’t have time to go on dates right now. I also would have to turn down your offer because I don’t feel like I’d reciprocate your feelings even if we did get to know each other, have a good rest of your day though!”
“B-But, please! Tell me this, does your heart already belong to someone?”
Uh oh, now his heart was racing, much more with fear than curiosity.
“That’s my secret to hold and to keep, sorry. Bakugou, you can come on out now!”
“W-What?” He breathed a mere whisper out in shock and surprise.
“Hey Bakugou!” The girl smiled brightly at him. The kind of smile that would make any man or woman swoon over.
“H-Hey, umm, how did you-”
“I just knew, plus your massive arms and shoulders were peeking out from behind the trash can Bakugou, you’re not exactly a small person,” You giggled, placing your delicate hand over your mouth as you giggled.
You looked absolutely beautiful. Bakugou’s only wish now is to continue to make you laugh and stifle your giggles for the rest of your lives. Bakugou blushed at your comment.
“A-anyways, let’s get a move on. 'M starving,” He grumbled as he began to walk past you.
Catching up with him you began conversing with him on the walk to the dorms. The two of you entered and headed to the kitchen where he began to cook food for the two of you. It’s been a normal thing that began after Christmas. The two of you then ate a wonderfully delicious meal. After eating and cleaning up you both headed up to your dorm to study per usual. Once you both entered you flopped onto your bed as Katsuki took a seat on your desk chair and turned it to face your bed instead of the desk, as you both always do. You started up another conversation but after a while noticed that your blonde-headed friend was quiet. To quiet.
Your brow quirked up in interest and confusion as you studied him. His brows furrowed, and his lips formed a small pout as his hands gripped his notebook and pencil tighter than usual. You observed him closely, noticing the difference in his usual expression most would see as his normal cranky self. But to you, you knew something was bothering him.
“Bakugou,” You called his name softly, catching his attention.
“Hmph.” He grumbled as his eyes glared at his empty notebook paper.
Your brows furrowed more as your concern for your blonde friend grew.
“Katsuki.” His ears perked at your call of his name.
You could swear you saw them twitch like a dog when called on. He visibly stiffened at your call of his first name as he gulped, causing his Adam's apple to move beautifully. His red ruby eyes stilled as they stayed locked onto the notebook in his hands. His body felt hot and cold at the same time. Nervous. He was nervous and he couldn’t understand why. Katsuki Bakugou was no coward. No pussy. Not one to succumb to fear or nerves but with you, sweet and wonderful you, seem to be the only thing that can make him freeze with just a call of his name.
“Hmm,” He responded, choosing to hum rather than to speak knowing his voice would fail him. Why was he so, why was he acting like such a moron. He’s always been fine before. Able to pull his shit together around you. When did this happen? When did he become such a loser around you? He had a guess...
“Are…Are you okay?” Your soft voice asked, he swallowed the lump in his throat as his eyes flickered up to the bottom half of your seated body and retreated back to his empty notebook, afraid to make eye contact with you.
“ ‘M fine.”
“Are you?”
“Why you naggin’ me,” He growled as his eyes snapped up to meet yours.
Your beautiful e/c ones. He inaudibly gulped as his sudden annoyed confidence faded under your gaze. Your concerned and saddened eyes broke his stern and aggressive wall. His lips parted to say something but his voice failed to word anything. To be fair he didn’t even know what he wanted to say. What to say?
“L/n-”
“Are you upset with me?”
“Huh-what-?”
“Are you mad at me?”
“What? No, why would you-”
“Then do you hate me? Did I annoy you?”
“What?! Of course not- No you didn’t-”
“Then what did I do? You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. You can leave you don’t have to stay with me,”
“L/n hold on-”
“I’m sorry if I annoy you by dragging you to study with me,”
“L/n easy- just let me talk-”
“I’ll stop bugging you if you want. I won’t talk anymore,”
“Y/n!” He called your name firmly with a louder tone. His hand had flown to your face as it covered your mouth.
His face was close to yours as his eyes honed into yours. Soft pools of ruby waters danced in his irises under the dim lights of your desk lamp and fairy lights around your room. You swallowed the lump of nerves caught in your throat as your eyes widened at his action. The space between the both of you was small, your bodies so close you could feel his body heat. His firm yet soft gaze sent shivers down your spine and throughout your body.The sound of his throat clearing was loud within the quiet room causing you to snap out of your little daze.
“Why’d you freak out on me huh?” He asked softly as he removed his hand from your mouth slowly.
He moved to sit down on your bed comfortably. His feet planted on the floor as he hunched his body and titled his head slightly as he looked to his right side at you. With your legs crossed and a hunched back, you turned your head to the left to speak to him.
“I-I don’t know. You’ve just been acting weird today. You’ve been quiet. It worried me.” You answered in a hushed tone. Your eyes were looking down to avoid eye contact.
You heard him scoff a slight chuckle as your eyes flickered up to see his small smile and his eyes dimmed to a soft gaze. Your head perked up slowly at this newfound expression with curiosity.
“You’re an even bigger idiot than I thought you were.”
“H-Hey!”
“Y/n, how could I ever hate you?”
“Oh, I-I don’t know…”
“It’s not possible. You annoying me or upsetting me is most definitely possible-”
“Hey! Asshole-”
“But- hating you can never happen you dummy.” He smiled softly.
Your heart began to beat faster than it ever had before, and you’ve been through multiple wars against villains, and even then your heart had never beat as quickly and harshly as it was now.
“Never?”
“Tch. Ya heard me the first time nerd.” He smirked. His response caused you to giggle airily.
“Well, if that wasn’t the problem, then what is it that’s made you act so, weird?”
“So bein’ quiet is weird?”
“Noo but you being quiet is.”
“Well, it’s gonna stay that way.”
“Aren’t I your best friend?” you smiled like a Cheshire cat.
“Yeah, but that’s the-” Before he could finish his sentence a knock was heard at your door causing you both to look towards the noise.
“What bad timing,” You murmured as you hopped off your bed to go and answer the knock.
“Wait- just let it-”
Before Bakugou could finish his sentence you opened your door to reveal a tall redheaded male smiling down at you nervously.
“Hey L/n, you got a minute?” Kirishima Eijiro. His strong tone was undoubtedly recognizable.
It caused Katsuki to stiffen at the sound as he hid behind your closet wall, blocking his view of the two of you and vice versa.
“Uhh,” You started as you turned to see Bakugou missing before turning back to Kirishima.
“Y-Yeah sure,” You stuttered as you stepped out of your room to speak to the male properly, closing your door softly behind you.
Katsuki quickly yet quietly moved to the door as he pressed his ear against it, trying to eavesdrop on you and the redhead's conversation.
“What’s up?” You asked.
“Uhh, man I don’t know how to ask this… Would you like to go out with me?” Kirishima muttered before he spat quickly. Shutting his eyes as his shoulders stiffened nervously.
“Oh, is the Baku-Squad hanging out?” You asked innocently and obliviously, not understanding what he was asking.
“Huh? O-Oh! No, no I mean. Uhh- I would like to take you out…Just us…Like- like a date..” The redhead blushed as his hand scratched the back of his nape nervously.
At the realization, your eyes widened. All thoughts and concerns of Bakugou left as red alarms blared off inside your head. What.Was.Happening. After what felt like forever you closed your opened mouth to salivate the dryness of your throat and lips before opening it again to respond to your close friend before the sound of your door clicking and swinging open interrupted you.
“She’s busy,” A gruff voice bellowed as a hand grabbed your arm and swung you back into your room. The red-headed male blinked rapidly a few times in confusion at what just happened.
“Ow, you dick, that hurt!” You shouted as you stumbled to the floor of your room from the sheer force Bakugou threw you in with. The blonde brute just rolled his eyes as he leaned against the wall of your room, crossing his arms over his chiseled pecs.
“You can’t date him Y/n,” He muttered. His blonde spiky locks cascaded his eyes as he looked towards the ground, avoiding eye contact.
“W-What?” You asked because you missed what he said.
“You can’t date him…”
“O-Oh, you mean Kirishima?” He didn’t respond, just barely nodded his head once, still avoiding eye contact.
You then got yourself up and off the ground as you slowly and carefully pulled your desk chair to face you as you sat down on it. Your eyebrows creased as you noticed Bakugou’s avoidance of eye contact.
“And why can’t I?” You asked meekly with slight confusion in your tone. You watched as he gulped and his body stiffened. He’s been doing that a lot tonight, something he never does.
“Alright, I’m tired of this. If you’re just gonna play dumb every time I ask you something but tell me what I can and can’t do you can just leave Bakugou,” You asserted, arms crossed over your chest and your face held a stern expression.
At this Katsuki lifted his head quickly to meet your gaze. His mouth parted as his eyebrows creased more with worry in his eyes. What was he doing? You were right. He had no right to prevent your happiness with other males, so why was he doing this? You are his best friend and so is Kirishima.
You both are amazing people and truthfully, you both would make such a great couple. Your chemistry on the battlefield would be incredible let alone your relationship. You both would set the couple standard and he could already picture the billboards of Japan plastering your bodies hugging lovingly with a giant “Japan’s Perfect Hero Couple” printed above your heads. The thought made his head dizzy and his heart constrict painfully.
He was finally understanding that he didn’t want you to have that with Kirishima or anyone but with him. He wanted to be the one jumping from building to building by your side while out on patrols. He wanted to be saving people with you as a perfect duo. He wanted to watch movies in private with a tub of your favorite ice cream to share. He wanted to get you your dream dog and cat for your birthday. He wanted to share his dreams with you as soon as he wakes up and vice versa. He wants to share every Christmas with you and be each others personal Secret Santa for the rest of his days. He wanted this feeling of loneliness when he's not with you to go away and be filled with just you. He doesn’t want these stupid extras to share any of this with you because he-
His eyes widened. His heart stopped for a second as he finally came to a realization. You’re not just a friend. You never were just a friend. Katsuki Bakugou had been in love with you for two Christmases. Two whole years. He followed you around because he loved you. He made mental notes of your favorite things because he loved you. He treasured the scarf you hand-made him because he loved you. He kept his lock screen that you jokingly changed to the both of you posing up as a badass hero duo that you both took in professional side kick photo shoots because he loved you.
Katsuki fucking Bakugou had been in love with you for years and he never realized it until some boys started to try and take you away from him. He needs to make a reminder to smack himself later for realizing so late like a dumbass, but for now, he needs to tell you before he ruins his friendship with you.
“I’m in love with you,” He voiced.
Your heart stopped. Your body felt like it was on fire and your eyes widened larger than they ever had before. Your skin tingled and your face grew hot. What? What did he say?
“What?” You asked in a hushed tone, not quite sure if what you heard was correct.
“I love you,” He repeated softly, his gaze as soft as when he sleeps. The tips of his lips creak into a smile barely visible.
If anyone were to see him they’d see him loom calm for once, but you, you could see it clear as day, and that ever-so-tiny smile was just about one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. He looked absolutely divine. Your dim room lighting aids in his godlike features.
This boy whom you’ve know for a few years became your everything in mere seconds, and I’m not just talking about this second. Since before your first Christmas together, this boy had been a stranger, then a friend, then a crush, then a crush within a best friend, and now, he’ll be your everything if you let him, because he so desperately wants to be.
“Don’t play with me Bakugou,”
“I’m not. ‘Dya really think I’d just go up to anyone spoutin’ this shit? I’m not a sappy guy everyone in this god damn world knows that, but fuck Y/n, you make me unable to think properly when I’m around you,”
“Is that why you think you’re in love with me?”
“No. I know. I’ve been knowing. Just been an idiot not realizing it sooner,” He muttered the last bit lowly yet still audibly.
“ ‘M sorry…” He murmured as his hand slowly and carefully not to startle you, came up to gently clasp your hand in his.
His carmine-colored eyes gazed at your hands joined together. His fingers imprinting the feel of yours and engraving into his mind for if you reject him and his feelings, at least he’ll have this in his mind for the rest of his lonely days. You wouldn’t allow that.
The sound of your sniffles causes his head and eyes to snap back up to meet your precious e/c ones. He immediately took notice of your teared-up eyes as he visibly grew stressed.
“Hey, don’t cry. Please don’t cry. Why’re you crying?” He tried comforting you gently as he spoke ever so softly.
His rough palms met your pillowy cheeks as his thumbs reached to rub at your bottom eye socket, trying his best to soothe you.
“ ‘M not crying,” You murmured as you placed your hands on top of his that cradled your face.
Your eyes gazed up into his. The silence was so loud yet quiet. The atmosphere was no longer anxious but tranquil. Finally, finally you had this boy who held your heart all this time.
“I’m in love with you too…Dummy,” You smiled softly at him.
He scoffed playfully as he inched his forehead to meet yours. He gazed into your eyes and just felt a spark. He leaned forward to get a better angle to press his lips onto yours. His heart and head were no longer in a battle with each other, cuz from the start his heart knew. It was always you…
“Aaaaand with that, my job here is done,” the manly red-headed male grinned as he backed away from your dorm room door. Humming a happy tune as he placed his hands behind his head and walked triumphantly down the hall…
I hope y'all liked this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! If you liked this one you also might like another story of mine called “The Dare”. It can be found on my master list! Thank you for reading my story and if you liked it please let me know! I love feedback and it’s what motivates me to write more stories for y'all to enjoy! If any of y'all would like to see me write a specific kind of trope and story line please give me your ideas of what you’d want to read! Thank you and please come again! /^~^/
⊹ ࣪ ˖A fic heavily inspired by the movie 'After' ⊹ ࣪ ˖
⊹ ࣪ ˖College AU, Aged up characters⊹ ࣪ ˖
CW: mentions of sex, alcohol consumption, heavy cussing language, and angst
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You never could’ve imagined yourself in this position. In a happy relationship of going on a year with the infamous Katsuki Bakugou. Surprisingly it wasn’t all that rocky, of course, there was some head-butting and some arguments here and there, but other than that it’s a pretty healthy relationship. If one of you was in the wrong you’d apologize and make it up with gifts and words of positive affirmations and regret of your words and actions, the same goes with the other. Loving Katsuki was hard, yes.
He shows his love through actions and not words, it was something you hadn’t wanted in a relationship but settled for because Katsuki’s way of showing his love was unique and hypnotizing. It gave you butterflies whenever he’d randomly take you on a romantic picnic or to the beach, to the ice cream shop a few blocks down from the campus, or to a quick lunch date with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
He spoiled you like crazy even though you loved the gifts, receiving so many made you feel guilty, almost like a gold digger, but of course, he convinced you otherwise. That he did it because that’s his way of showing how he cares for you. And of course, he did, if he didn’t why would he waste so many months with you? 11 months and 2 weeks to be exact. So he had to love you, right? Yes, of course. There was no doubt in your mind that he didn’t. Until the day of Mina’s birthday party that not only ruined her special day but ruined your heart…
* * *
Awaking from your slumber by your handsome boyfriend peppering your face with kisses, you let out an airy giggle. Half awake and half asleep you shove his face away from you, but him being the brute he is, leans away from your hand only to climb on top of you and smother you more, peppering kisses on your face, neck, and shoulders. You groaned as you turned your body to look at him the best you could, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you made eye contact with those gorgeous ruby eyes.
He smiled slightly as he brought his face closer to you, rubbing his nose against yours as his eyes closed, humming contently as you reciprocated his actions, your arms slowly wrapping around his shoulders loosely. When you opened your eyes you looked into those red rubies once again, as he slowly leaned in for a soft and sweet kiss. You both hummed contently before you quickly backed away from him, pretending to gag.
“What? Did I bite you?” He asked puzzled.
“Nope, just your morning breath almost made me puke” You snickered behind your hands covering your mouth.
Bakugou narrowed his eyes as his mouth thinned into a scowl. Quickly he grabbed a pillow and hit you with it, chuckling in revenge. You giggled as you slapped his arm and he laughed. You pulled him close to you as your foreheads touched. Your eyes locked onto his and vice versa.
“I love you,”
“Yeah?
“Yeah,” You smiled at him as he nuzzled your cheek with his before returning back to laying his forehead against yours.
“I do too, a lot ya hear.”
You giggled before responding, “Yeah, I hear. Nothing in this world can make me stop loving you.”
“Yeah? Nothing?”
“Nothing,” You smiled lovingly before leaning up slightly to kiss him sweetly and lovingly.
"Soo does that put me at the top of your "What I love most' list?"
"I wouldn't go that far-"
"You ass!" You playfully hit him with the closest pillow you could find.
"Ah! I was kidding, god damn," He chuckled.
"So?"
"So??"
"Ugh, so what is it that you love most in this world?"
"Hmm, dunno,"He responded as he got off of you and plopped down besides you.
"You don't know?!"
"Nope, but what I do know is that if you don't get your sweet, beautiful ass out of bed we'll be late for our lectures," Katuski said as he scooped you up into a cuddle causing you to giggle.
The rest of the morning led to a morning of passionate and sweet sex. After that, you both got ready for your morning lectures.
“Hurry up princess or I’m leaving your fine ass!” He shouted from outside your bathroom door.
“I’m sorry but you just happened to make our oatmeal with milk and you know I’m lactose Katsuki!” (If you’re not lactose then ignore this and change it with something else idc)
“It’s not my fault you keep buying non-lactose-intolerant milk!” He argued.
“Oh yeah? Well, It’s not my fault you keep giving me shit for not having the right milk you like!”
“Well, no one said you had-JUST GET YOUR ASS OUT! We’re going to be late!”
“Okay!”
After a short while later you both ended up parked in the campus’s parking lot. Exiting Bakugo’s Black Chevy Camaro, you both were greeted by his friends who later on became your friends. You all walked into the campus and were greeted by your friends consisting of Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Tenya Iida, Ochako Ururaka, Tsuyu Asui, and yourself. Bakugou’s friends consisted of Mina Ashido, Kirishima Eijiro, Kyoka Jirou, Denki Kaminari, Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki, and an exchange student named Lila Fugioka.
You didn’t really like Lila much. Throughout the months of knowing her, you realized that a lot of her stories of her amazingly awesome life didn’t add up but everyone was just fascinated by her, so who were you to be the only hater in the club? When Katsuki and you started dating, your friend group sort of mixed up and brought new friends into the group from your individual lectures and such. Anyways, you walked with your boyfriend to your English lecture as your friends divided off, Mina and Kirishima following you both as you all have the same class, and the others went to their own classes with or without others.
“What do you think we’re doing today?” Mina asked.
“I don’t know but whatever it is, I hope it's easy. I stayed up till 1 in the morning doing my history essay. So not manly. I’m just glad it’s Friday.”
“Me too! Oh! Almost forgot! You bitches better be free tonight because yours truly is having her birthday party early!” Mina sang as she did a little happy dance walking into the lecture hall.
“What?! Since when? I thought your birthday party was this Saturday!” You asked.
“Well yes but my parents are throwing me a family birthday for my 21st and I heard they were getting me a new car! So of course I just have to go! So I moved my college party to today!”
“Well sucks for you, cuz I ain’t goin' nowhere.”
“Yes you are, it’s our friend's birthday and we’re going to celebrate with her Kats,” You said as you shook his arm that you were holding onto.
“Yeah, man! Wouldn’t be very manly of you to not show up to your friend's birthday party!” Kirishima said as he took a seat at a desk, the rest of you following as you and Mina sat between Kirishima and Bakugou.
The boys held their ladies’ backpacks along with their own and Bakugou set yours on the chair next to him and his on the floor. He knows that you’d like to keep it clean since he bought you an expensive one, the one you had had your eye on and he saw you like an Instagram post on it.
“I guess if the lady wants to go,” Bakugou grumbled annoyed as he slouched in his seat.
You noticed and then held his hand as you gave it a reassuring squeeze along with a kind smile that always seemed to take his breath away. He gave you a small smile before turning to look at the professor who announced their presence.
Throughout the day you couldn’t wait for your final lecture before you got to go to your apartment and get ready for Mina’s party. The second the bell rang you jumped out of your seat rushing out to your boyfriend's car. In all his hot glory he leaned against the passenger seat door while on his phone as he waited for you.
Of course, you noticed a small group of girls eyeing him while walking by him. You don’t blame them of course, not when he’s wearing a white tee, tan cargo pants, black vans, and his black leather jacket. His black Camaro just tops it off with ultimate hotness. Once you stopped oggling your boyfriend you rushed to him. Finally, he noticed you and he was quick to put his phone away as he opened his arms for you to rush into.
Once you got to him you hugged him tight and with the speed you walked, you spun him a bit, causing him to lift you off the ground and twirl you as you hugged him. He set you down but not without grabbing both sides of your face and smashing his lips against yours. You happily reciprocated the kiss and when you both pulled away he opened the car door for you, took your backpack and closed the door after you got in. He then threw your backpack in the back seat along with his once he got in himself and drove you both to your apartment.
After arriving at your apartment he just dropped you off so he could go to his to change as well. Leaving you with a sweet kiss and telling you he’ll see you at the party since you were going to go with Ochako, your next-door neighbor, and took off.
After getting ready and putting on a cute but sexy dress with glossy heels and your outstanding makeup with your gorgeous jewelry, you knocked on Ochako’s door to let her know you were good to go, and luckily so was she. You both took her car since she doesn’t drink as much as you would and she offered to be the DD. (Designated driver)
Once you arrived at the Frat house Mina rented out from some jocks Kirishima knew, you could already hear the loud music. You and Ochako were early, having shown up at 5:30 to help Mina with decorations, you were surprised to see your other friends already there helping and dancing to the music. You all decorated until there was nothing left to decorate and soon the clock struck 7:00. A ton of people started to show up and the party began.
The night was going well. You danced with your friends, and boyfriend, played games, drank, ate, all was going great until she showed up. For some unknown reason, Lila always had it out for you and was always all up on Katsuki. She tried to joke and touch up on him any way she could. You were so bothered by it but he never showed too much interest in her actions, so you decided not to dwell on it, since he didn’t seem to care much about her. You didn’t want to start an argument for no reason.
So when she showed up and she was of course rubbing her ass on your boyfriend's crotch, you were fuming. Who wouldn’t be? She’s openly grinding on your man. When you were about to storm over Mina grabbed you drunkenly to dance with her and you did. After a few more minutes of dancing the crowd began to die down, having been 1 in the morning on a Friday it was surprising, but Mina ensured that she wanted the party over at Midnight because she wanted to hang out with just the friend group after the party.
Once the last few unwanted guests left, the real party began. You all were playing sexual games as body shots were the group's favorite. You drank two shots from between Mina’s boobs and everyone cheered for you as Mina grabbed you and hugged you tight, laughing hysterically. Denki took body shots from Todoroki which everyone was lowkey jealous of, and of course, Lila took body shots with your boyfriend.
After the body shot game was over a new game was called for. Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle version. Some juicy secrets were spilled and spicy dares were called, which had Denki and Jirou, Mina and Kirishia, Todoroki, and Momo, and lastly, Izuku and Ochako hooking up in some room or bathroom of the frat house before they came back to the group. Finally, the bottle landed on you.
“Oh, it’s Y/n!” Mina shouted happily.
“So Y/n, I dare you to tell us how many times you and Bakugou have done it.” She said excitedly.
“Too easy Ash, too many to count. Come on guys, give me something hard to do.” You replied.
“I’m sure Kacchan has something HARD for you to do later Y/n,” Denki replied to your statement with a wink to you and a few eyebrow raises at both you and Katsuki.
“Shut up you knock off Pikachu looking ass! I’ll fucking kill you!” Bakugou replied.
“Oh my gosh, you guys she’s not kidding about too many times to count. I hear them go at it like almost every day, it’s almost like Bakugou just lives at Y/n’s place.” Ochako added in as she had one too many drinks, giggling to herself and she tumbled over into Midoriya’s chest, the said male wrapping his arms around her to hold the brunette in place.
“Oh really now? Do they both live together? Well isn’t that just sweet.” Lila added with an innocent but sly smile, you could see right through it. The fakeness in her tone. It caused an uneasiness within you.
“Well kind of, lately Katuski has been staying at my place a few times-” You replied but were cut off by Kirishima.
“Sometimes?! It’s like every day! He never comes to our apartment anymore, he’s always spending the night at (nickname)’s place and only comes to our apartment if he forgets something important, like today! When he needed to get dressed for Ashido’s party.”
“Aww, that’s so cute!” Momo gushed.
“So you guys are serious serious huh” Jirou asked, but more like confirmed.
“Well, they’ve only been together for what, a year now?” Tsuyuu added.
“No, not a year yet!” Ochako argued.
“It’s about to be a year right (nickname)?” Mina asked you.
“Yup! In two weeks, the big one year,” You replied happily as you smiled lovingly at Katsuki next to you, who smiled back at you.
“Well isn’t that just amazing! Time truly does fly by doesn’t it Katsuki? So fast that you forget some things, hmm?” Lila added with a coy smile.
“Y-Yeah, it flies by,” Katsuki replied with a stutter that surprised you a bit. You looked at Katsuki and back at Lila confused and a bit suspicious at her question.
What did she mean by that? Her question sort of sounded too personal, too targeted.
“ Yup! Just flies right by you almost forget how long it’s been, being with the one you love, and close to payday isn’t that right Katsuki?” Lila added again with the same coy smile as she tilted her head innocently.
You could see your boyfriend visibly gulp and his hands gripped his pants tightly. His behavior was odd, he usually never acts like this.
“Kats, something wrong love?” You asked softly, concern written on your facial features.
“Yeah Katsuki, is there something wrong? Maybe something you might want to say?” Lila continued, as she innocently tilted her head again.
“What? What is she talking about Katsu?” You asked puzzled and at this point, inwardly nervous.
“What’s going on?” Denki whispered.
“I don’t know” Sero responded as he took another shot.
“What is Lila talking about?” Momo whispered to Iida that always seems to know everyone's business to ensure everyone's safety.
“I have no clue as to what she could be referring to”.
“N-Nothing babe, I don’t know what that dumbass is on about again” Bakugou replied as he grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers, playing with the promise ring he had bought you months ago when he realized just how much he really loved you and now sat prettily on your ring finger.
“Don’t you think this thing has gotten a little too far Katsuki?” Lila said in a more stern tone.
“Stop calling me that, that’s not my name to you!”
“What thing Kats?” You asked the blonde as you looked at him but all he did was stare at the ground before him.
“Well Y/n, something is going on, but it’s not what you think” Lila stated as she looked you dead in the eye which sent shivers down your spine.
You were definitely getting nervous now. What was going on? What was happening? What is she talking about and what does your boyfriend have to do with it?
“Lila shut up!” Bakugou said sternly as he gave her a nasty scowl.
Lila only looked back at Katsuki at the sudden sternness he spoke to her with with wide eyes. Katsuki then scooted closer to you on the couch, holding onto your hand tighter than before as he made eye contact with you while he called your name to catch your attention away from Lila.
“Let’s get out of here. I’ll explain, I’ll explain everything I promise.”
“Remember truth or dare,” Lila said with more volume in her voice catching everyone’s attention.
“That one time we all hung out for Denki’s Birthday Bash, ya know, before you and sweet ol’ Katsuki were dating,” Lila said, her smile no longer visible on her face.
“Lila don’t!” Katsuki shook his head as he eyed the brunette carefully.
“Shit, I remember,” Denki whispered.
“Lila!” Sero stated sternly at the green-eyed brunette.
“Lila, that's enough!” Kirishima butted in.
“What, what happened?” Momo whispered as she asked the friend group.
“I don’t know what they’re talking about,” Ochako replied.
“Didn’t we leave Kaminari’s party early, during Truth or Dare?” Tsuyuu whispered as she asked the Deku squad.
Lila then pulled out her phone and showed Y/n her screen. A video had played and you could hear your voice that startled you as you began to watch it.
“I’m done playing this game,” You said as you were standing in front of Katsuki, tilting your head innocently at him as you turned around, grabbed your purse, and walked out, leaving Bakugou standing as some of the Deku squad seen leaving after you.
“Ooh, Katsuki Bakugou’s first rejection,” Lila was heard teasing as the boys of the Baku squad were heard chuckling.
“Ya really think I can’t fuckin’ make it happen?” Bakugou had said with a sly grin.
“Make what happen Bakugou?” Mina had asked somewhere out of view of the camera as it was solely on Bakugou.
“Here’s a dare, make her fall in love with me” Bakugou’s voice was heard saying. Katsuki had been nervously playing with your promise ring as his eyes shifted from you to the screen.
“And then, I’ll just,” Bakugou snapped his fingers as he spoke.
“End it,” He said with a smirk.
“Really? You wouldn’t dare, messing with that poor girl's feelings like that, so not manly Bakubro” Kirishima said.
“Wowww how bold Kacchan!” Mina added.
“Nah, he couldn’t do that to a sweet strawberry-like Y/n L/n”
“Without a price too? Just not like him” Sero snickered as he took another swig of whiskey.
“I got a price for you Kacchan. $100 dollars for every month that you’re in a relationship with her, be with her for a year, and you got yourself an easy 1,200 dollars, plus, I’ll finally agree to date you officially, no more secret screwing, how’s that sound?” Lila said behind the phone screen in the video.
“1,200 dollars and we officially date? Well, how can I say no to that?” Bakugou smirked as the video had come to an end.
Katsuki had continued fidgeting with your promise ring nervously as he dared not to look at you. His heart rate accelerating as he eyed you from his peripheral. The room grew quiet as all eyes were on the both of you before someone spoke up.
“It was all a game Strawberry,” Lila had said with a fake pout.
Your expression had been unreadable to Katsuki which scared the crap outta him. Your silence only scared him more and he gained enough courage to finally call out to you, his voice sounding scared yet desperate for you to do anything.
“Y/n.”
You couldn’t do anything but stare at the ground. You could feel ice running in your veins and a pit in your gut. Your heart was squeezing in your chest and suddenly it became difficult to breathe.
“Y/n, baby,” Bakugou called out again, more desperately.
With no answer or movement from you, he continued to call for you.
“Y/n, baby, please, you have to believe me.” You still don’t look at him, just the now blurry floor as you try to maintain your breathing.
“Baby, that was before everything, before I got to know you.” Bakugou spouted desperately as he tried to reach that pretty head of yours that he was surely spinning. You finally moved but not to look at Bakugou but Mina.
“Is that true?” You asked, voice small and breaking.
Minas’ shocked eyes grew wide then began to tear up as her bottom lip quivered. She tilted her head slightly as her expression grew pained as she opened her mouth to answer you but before she got a word out you looked away and to your other friends.
“You all knew?..” You asked the rest of the Baku-Squad as they either turned their gazes away from you or turned to look in another direction ashamed.
You scoffed at their reactions and turned to your other group of friends and asked, “Did you all know?” Your voice breaking more with a quiver or your lips as fresh tears now spilled from your eyes.
“No, we didn’t,” Ochako spoke immediately.
“This is the first we’ve heard of it Y/n,” Ida said.
Their eyes were full of sincerity yet pity and you hated it.
“Y/n, believe me, if I knew I would have told you,” Momo said, her voice laced with pity and you hated it.
“Good thing we didn’t know, right? Keeping secrets was something we vowed to not keep with each other the day we officially announced ourselves as a friend group. Unless it saves you from burning friendships, for selfish reasons, right?” Todoroki spoke up aggressively.
“Shoto,” Momo called.
“Todoroki?” Midoriya called confused at this new behavior.
“Right?!” The dual-eyed and-haired male shouted at the Baku-Squad across the room as they all flinched at his shout.
“Oh, because everyone knew that if we found out we would have told Y/n. Like actual GOOD FRIENDS.” Todoroki’s voice grew louder.
“Shoto, please.” Momo stood up as she tried to get the dual quirk male to calm down.
“We didn’t mean to,” Mina sobbed out, her arms hugging herself tightly.
“You didn’t mean to? Didn’t mean to what? Betray your friend? Hurt her? Look at her!”
“Todoroki stop it!” Midoriya shouted.
“We didn’t mean for this to happen alright don’t yell at Mina! It wasn’t her fault!” Kirishima defended.
“So it was who’s fault for not telling Y/n? To allow her to find out like this? Do you not see how humiliating and heartbreaking this is to her?!”
“I didn’t say that-”
“We know! We didn’t mean for this to happen!” Kaminari cried.
“How could you sit by knowing this?!” Ochako shouted angrily.
“We honestly forgot, we were drunk!” Sero deffended.
“So you just so happened to forget when there’s a fucking video?!” Ochako cussed, surprising everyone in the room.
“Lila was the one who recorded it, we had no idea that we were being recorded in the first place!” Mina cried as Kirishima held her.
“Oh yeah, I’m sorry for shouting at the wrong people when that skank over there should be the one taking blame for all this,” Ochako shouted as she now directed her anger at the instigator.
“Me?! But I never-” Lila began before being interrupted.
“Oh please shut up with your victim act, no one buys it. It’s best you leave and never come near any of us again. And I swear if you do I’ll file a law suit on your father’s dying company, and you know I’ll win. Especially with the help of the Yaoyorozu family,” Todoroki threatened.
Lila’s eyes widened with tears and her fists closed tightly. Her body began to shake before she let out an angry huff and stomped out of the home.
Throughout the arguing that you missed because your ears had tuned it out, your breathing grew heavy and frantic as your palms began to grip your knees tightly. Your vision blurred from your tears and the only thing you heard was a broken voice of the man you loved.
“Y/n.”
You sobbed but you finally turned your head to look at him. He was teary-eyed. For the first time ever, out of the three years you’ve known him, you finally saw the great Katsuki Bakugou teary-eyed, but this time, it only angered you.
You slowly got up from your seat which seemed to catch everyone’s attention as their arguing back and forth seized. You arose and Bakugou mimicked your action, again calling your name as you looked into those ruby eyes fresh with tears. You stepped around him, never breaking eye contact, his hand still holding yours, fingers still touching that promise ring that now felt like it was burning against your finger.
“Y/n?” He called, confused.
You continued to step away before finally breaking eye contact with him as you raced for the front door. Bakugou raced after you, calling your name. You slammed the front door open as you walked out into the rain.
“Y/n wait! Y/n please!” Bakugou cried.
“So, what exactly was that bet?” You asked, tears mixing with raindrops on your skin.
“Nothing!” Bakugou rebutted.
“Nothing?! Nothing, the bet was nothing Bakugou? Nothing?!” You shouted over the heavy sound of the rain.
“Yes! It was nothing, it meant nothing to me anymore!”
“None of it was real was it?”
“Y/n please, of course it was real!”
“You know I actually thought-” You started but hesitated finishing your statement.
“I thought that I-” Your tongue felt heavy, catching your words in your throat as Bakugou desperately awaited your words.
“You’re just a liar, a filthy fucking liar!” You shouted as you pushed at his chest causing him to step back. His face grew even more pained as his hands were quick to catch your arms in a tight hold as you pushed at him.
“Baby please, that was all before.”
“Before what?” You sighed exhausted turning your head away from him momentarily.
“Before-”
“You snapped your fingers and ended it.” You interrupted him, causing him to turn his head as he scrunched his eyes closed before taking in a deep breathe and looking back at you again.
“You once told me nothing would ever make you stop loving me!”
“Well, then I guess we’re both liars.” You rebutted as you turned away from him and began walking onto the street in the pouring rain.
“Y/n, please!” Bakugou shouted as he quickly followed you.
“You can waste your time with your words and following me around, but it won’t matter. We’re done!”
Hearing that caused Bakugou to freeze in his steps. A small sobb left his mouth before he quickly rushed to your side again.
“Y/n please.” He called again to which you ignored, again.
“At least let me drive you home,” Bakugou pleaded. “It’s not safe, walking in the dark.”
You continued to ignore the blonde of course, sniffling while hugging your frame to somewhat protect yourself from the coldness of the rain. You had walked down these streets before, way before he came along. It’s not the best neighborhood but it’s not a bad one at all. The times you’ve walked you’ve never faced a problem, well, except for that one incident with your hotdog and a hungry Great Dane, but besides that no major issues.
You had told him that story once, under the moon's light while eating ice cream at the rooftop of your apartment complex when you were first dating… Thinking back on it made you wonder if he even cared to remember that story… You weren’t gonna ask him though, it wasn’t worth it, not anymore.
“Baby- Y- Y/n, it’s cold and raining, and you’re wearing a dress.” Bakugou tries to convince you again but you keep your eyes forward and your legs moving. No matter how fast you walked you just couldn’t shake him.
“Baby, please, you’ll get sick.” His voice broke while speaking.
You clenched your teeth so hard it made your jaw hurt and began to exert your headache. Bakugou finally stopped talking and slowed his pace from yours, but he still never stopped following you. After what felt like an eternity you reached your apartment complex. You didn’t look at him as you walked up the steps or entered the code to the building. Water streaked your face, from the rain or your tears, you couldn’t tell but it’s probably from both.
Bakugou hadn’t followed you inside the building, but you could fell his gaze on you as you walked up and slipped into the building. You had to force yourself so hard to not look back at the man you once loved dearly. You rushed up to yours and Mina’s shared apartment and lifted the pink welcome mat and grabbed the spare key. When you unlocked the door and made your way inside the first thing you heard was the sound of a loud clash outside your balcony door. You quickly locked the door and then rushed to the noise.
You opened the balcony door and the first thing you noticed was your potted plant lying smushed on the wet pavement. You dropped to your knees and sobbed as you picked up the broken pot pieces. It wasn’t till you picked the last piece that you finally noticed a figure standing under a tree a bit away from your balcony.
You’re room being on the third floor out of four luckily had the best view of the weeping willow tree, and under it stood the mighty Katsuki Bakugou, soaked to the bone. His shirt clung to his sculpted torso, and his blonde spiky locks were now plastered to his forehead, the ashy blonde color now almost looked dark brown due to the lack of light and dryness. His eyes had lifted along with his head up to meet your gaze. His face was stamped with anguish and longing. Even though concrete, metal, and a good dozen feet away had separated the both of you, you couldn’t help but feel a magnetic pull that almost convinced you to call out to him and ask him to come inside. To comfort you, warm you, and take all the pain he caused away.
Almost.
You forced yourself to get up, turn away, and walk back into your living room and out of the cold rain once again. Your soft heart catching your brain however nearly prevented that with the thoughts of, ‘Isn’t he cold? It’s dark and cold outside, he’ll get sick..or what if he gets hurt?’
He won’t. Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t get hurt, because he does the hurting.
After making a hot fresh tea and a warm soothing bath you decided to head to bed. Although your eyes ached from crying, you just wanted to pretend that this night never happened. So you climbed into bed, resisting the urge to look outside your bedroom window to see if he was still there. It’d been a few hours already, it wasn’t like Bakugou would still be out there. Even if he was who were you to care, right.
* * *
“Miss L/n,” The sound of your professor causes your head to immediately jerk up to the sound of her voice.
“Yes?”
Before she speaks she hands you a long orange office envelope which you stared at confusedly.
“This is Mister Bakugou’s paper. While I read it, it was obvious to me that this paper was meant for you,” She said as she encouraged you to take it.
You looked between her and her hand holding the envelope before slowly taking it.
* * *
“What’s that?” Ochako asked referring to the orange office envelope.
“Oh no, no. Mrs. Ito, our Literature professor did. She said it seemed meant more for me than her sooo here we are.”
“Ah…So are you gonna read it?”
“I-”
“Read what?” Todorki asked as he sat down beside you, Midoriya joining Ururaka.
“Bakugou wrote his essay for Y/n apparently. Mrs. Ito gave it to her to read.” Ochako answered for you.
“Huh, are you going to read it?” Todoroki asked.
“I- I’m not sure,” You replied as you looked down at your lap where the envelope was.
“Although it’s not my place, I think you should,” Midoriya spoke up.
“Izuku?”Ochako looked back at her boyfriend puzzled.
“I mean yes, what Kacchan did was horrible and disrespectful and humiliating and just not good, but, he really did care for you Y/n-chan,” Midoriya rambled.
“Look,” Ochako said catching all of you guys’ attention.
You all looked at where she was looking and there walked the Baku-squad, minus their leader. They were walking towards you guys who were sitting on a hillside of the campus. Ever since the incident, your friend group has been rocky. Neither group within the big group had spoken to the other. It came to a point you moved out of your apartment with Mina and into another on the other side of town still close to campus. Truth be told, you missed your other best friend. Maybe, it was time for change.
“Are they coming to sit with us?” Todorki asked you guys.
“You don’t think they’d dare, do you?” Ochacko asked him.
“I mean, have any of you guys talked to them?” She asked.
“No,” said the dual haired male.
“Izuku?” She asked.
“Just Kirishima, a few times but, nothing major. Not like we used to,” He answered.
And with his answer, it hurt your heart. What happened with you and, him, shouldn’t tear your friends apart. Not for you or anyone.
You raised your hand high and waved, calling them over. The Baku-squad stopped in their steps surprised, but obeyed.
“Y/n?” Ochako called your name in a confused tone, frankly so was Todoroki and Midoriya.
“Why should our friendgroup be divided over something stupid. We’re adults, and most importantly we’re all best friends,” You said, smiling at your friends arriving.
“Hey,” Kirishima greeted awkawrdly.
“Hey,” You greeted. Ochako,Midoriya, and Todoroki waved at them and vice versa.
“Guys c’mon. We’re all friends, great ones at that. There’s no reason to be acting like this with eachother anymore. We never should’ve in the first place,” You pleaded.
“She’s right,” Todoroki agreed as he stood up and went up to Kirishima as he stuck his hand out for a handshake.
Kirishima smiled brightly as he shook his hand and gave him a hug in return. The rest of you all followed suit and hugged the issues out. When you got to Mina you hesitated and she noticed. She frowned but it quickly went away as soon as you hugged her tightly. She then teared up and returned the hug.
“Oh thank god we’re all friends again. Us being apart sucked a fat one,” Kaminari whined, causing you all to laugh.
“It sure did Denks,” You laughed as you side-hugged Mina and Ochako joined you.
“Alright!” Sero sang. “Now why don’t we go celebrate this wholesome moment at Kyoshi’s Bar and Grill? I heard they added pizza,” Sero exclaimed.
“I’m down!” Kaminari agreed excitedly.
“Sure,” said the nonchalant Todoroki.
“Sounds fun! Ochako?” Midoriya looked at his girlfriend.
“Of course I’m in! Mina?”
“Me and Eiji are down! Y/n?”
“I’ll catch up with you guys later, there’s something I have to go do first. Save me a spot!” You said as you hurridly grabbed your back pack and the envelope and rushed away.
“Where’s she goin?” Kirishima asked no one in particular as the group watched you run off.
“I have an idea,” Ochako answered.
“Hey, where’s Kacchan?” Midoriya asked.
“I have an idea,” Kirishima responded as he wrapped his arm around Mina and began to lead her to walk on along with the group to go eat.
* * *
You panted as you ran to the spot where you and Bakugou shared your first kiss together. Immediately upon arriving memories of you both flooded your mind like a beautiful slideshow. You laid your backpack down on the dock but held the envelope firmly in your hand. You walked to the end of the dock and took in a deep breathe. The fresh smell of water and air flooded your senses giving you a sense of relief and liveliness. You then exhaled and sat down at the edge of the dock, your legs hanging as you brought the envelope towards yourself and began opening it. You took out the papers and began reading.
I’ve read hundreds of romance novels and mangas in my life. Most of them fantasized about love or how love was the center of the universe. That love conquers all, that it can heal any damage inside of us, that it is what we need to survive. I thought they were all fools. That love was something fictional, only found in worn pages of a storybook. But that has all changed since I met my love interest. My Y/n. I never thought I would find myself completely and utterly consumed by another until I met her. She took her small, delicate, hand, and with it, led me out of the darkness of which I consumed myself, and led me into the light. She showed me that whatever our souls are made of, hers and mine are the same. We were meant to be, to meet, to love. I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry. Please forgive me. You once asked me who I loved most in this world. It’s you. . .
As you finished reading you subconsciously let a tear fall from your eyes. You were so consumed in reading you didn’t notice the man sitting beside you. You looked up at the man and stared into his eyes, those beautiful ruby eyes, as he sat with his legs bent up on the deck and his arms resting at the tops of his knees. Looking back down at you with longing and love in his eyes. Those beautiful ruby eyes…
Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! ~^v^~
