I had a dream about this, and decided that it was so angst-y that I had to type it up and post it :) Highly recommend you listen to Taylor Swift’s song called Exile as you read this. It adds a certain type of flavah as you read this, keke.
Bakugou didn’t know what led him to cheat on you; when he thinks about it, an answer can never be found. Years of a solid and happy relationship destroyed within seconds, your face full of fury and grief would haunt him in his dreams. Weeks had gone by, not a second word from you, and Bakugou couldn’t help but to bitterly laugh, he knew how fucking stubborn you could be, and how you held onto your grudges possessively.
“Something funny?” Shouto quietly questioned as they walked side-by-side.
It was late, Shouto had promptly asked Bakugou to follow him to some forsaken place. Bakugou had gone without much resistance, Shouto being the few of his remaining friends willing to speak to him, the majority of 1-A would have nothing to do with Bakugou for what he did to you, a fellow classmate and friend.
“No,” Bakugou muttered, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants, “Where are you taking me, half-and-half?” Bakugou asked in a higher voice full of annoyance.
Shouto led them to a fucking bar? “What the fuck, a bar?” Bakugou recoiled with a sneer.
“It’s a lounge,” Shoto answered steadily, “And there’s someone in there you’d be interested in seeing.” Shouto turned to Bakugou and smirked as the realization dawned on the Pro-Hero. Bakugou entered without another word, Shouto following behind at a lazy pace. What the hell were you doing here? Bakugou demanded as he entered the almost Burlesque styled lounge. He came to a podium where a man stood, taller than him, and full of tattoos. The man’s dark blue eyes regarded Bakugou intently before a cruel smirk overcame the man’s face, “Enjoy.” The man’s gravely voice spoke.
Bakugou stared at this man with a frown and bewildered glare before Shouto clapped Bakugou’s shoulder, “Come on, show’s about to start,” Shouto told him, “I followed her here a few days ago,” Shouto led Bakugo to the bar, the entire wall behind the bar was furnished from top to bottom mirrors, a perfect view of the stage behind them. The place was surprisingly almost packed, what the fuck was going on? Bakugou was getting impatient.
“And?” Bakugou demanded turning his anger onto Shouto, “Is she fucking stripping or something?” The words tasted horrible in his mouth and jealousy pooled in his stomach, the thought of all these extras watching the girl he loved practically naked and moving in ways that should’ve been for his eyes only, drove him wild with fury.
Shouto ignored his question and ordered a drink from the bar as if unbothered by Bakugou’s anger and inner turmoil. In all honesty, it amused Shouto. Bakugou, annoyed with Shouto’s demeanor, decided to say fuck it and order a few drinks, might as well get shit-faced.
As Bakugou drank his sorrows and regrets away, the room began to darken. Bakugou’s brows pinched in confusion as the extras in the lounge clapped quietly in response. “Show’s starting,” Shouto mused quietly, turning around in his seat with his drink in his hand.
Bakugou’s heart was hammering in his chest as he followed Shouto’s lead as the sound of a piano began playing, echoing in the dead-silence of the lounger. Bakugou’s eyes observing the man that had been manning the door, was now seated at a piano, looking way too huge to be playing such a delicate instrument.
He began singing, actually fucking singing, Bakugou turned to Shouto with an agitated glare, “What the fuck--”
“Shut up and listen,” Shouto cut him off impatiently.
Bakugou glared at his friend before turning to watch the man sing before the words began to process in Bakugou’s mind, there was a bout of silence as the man played his piano, before the sound of familiar voice shot through Bakugou. Bakugou’s eyes widened as your honey voice came from the bar. There you were, sitting at the end of the bar, dressed in a way that had Bakugou’s throat constricting and his heart dying. The words of the song stabbing Bakugou in the heart, your face so gorgeous shrouded in sadness.
Bakugou could only gape with wide eyes as you sang delicately along with the other man, his hands turning into fists, shaking in horror and grief. Do you know I’m here? Bakugou demanded, eyes frantically searching your form, dressed like some fucking angel, looking like some heart-broken princess. You looked like perfection to him as your words dug deep into his skin, where they would forever stay embedded as a reminder of his mistake. Bakugou couldn’t tear his eyes off of you, this is what he gave up, because for whatever reason Bakugou cheated on this beautiful creature, cheated on you, and for what?
Bakugou felt frozen in place, watching as you moved with all the grace of an angel towards the stage to join the man playing the piano. Bakugou watched and watched with every fiber of his being as he regretted his choice now more than ever, watching you sing a song that was meant for him and only him, how could I be so fucking stupid? Bakugou asked himself, how could I cheat on you?
As you sang, he saw them.
The crystals dripping down your face as you sang your heart out, laid your sorrows out for the world to see.
Bakugou’s heart was shattered, as tears gathered in the corner of his eyes now.
And it was then, only then, as the sound of the piano faded, that he understood the severity of his mistake.
Soo, I do have a feisty part two, if ya’ll want it. Though, it isn’t as angst-y, but Y/N does show off her bad-assery :)
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