Pairing: Sen Kaibara x Reader; past!Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
Summary: You reflect on the past and how your current relationship differs from the past.
Once the bathroom door shuts softly, you find yourself leaning against it, bringing a hand up to rest over your heart. You suppose you should be used to the gentle rhythm by now, you were always so at ease in his presence. He was a kind and gentle man, with a charming smile, and sensible mind.Ā
Sen Kaibara was everything anyone could ever want--the perfect gentleman, in every sense of the word. He never made you wait, always prompt and punctual. He got along well with your friends and family, youāve received plenty of compliments and congratulations on finding such a good man.
After moving in together, he often helped with the chores; the cooking and cleaning never fell on your shoulders alone. The work was always equal, and he always knew when you were exhausted, so heād always go the extra mile and force you to rest instead of having to worry about dishes, or laundry.Ā
He made sure to put you first.Ā
Date nights were always fun. Sen would constantly photograph anything and everything; you have a whole wall at apartment dedicated to his work--pictures of sceneries, and you both enjoying them.
He knew you were capable, yet he still wanted to show you that you were worth being waited on. He never let you touch a door handle, making sure to open everything for you, leading you through with a hand against the small of your back--itās enough to make any girl swoon.Ā Ā
Youāre comfortable with him, your times spent together are enjoyable and pleasant.Ā
Senās very handsome as well--dark hair falling perfectly over deep, onyx eyes, a chiseled face, and well kept figure. Tall, dark, and handsome. A refined man with the world at his feet, and it still was shocking to know someone like him could ever love someone like you.Ā
Yet when you stare at the diamond ring on your finger, you feel nothing short of normalcy.Ā
Was it wrong to question the man who has given you everything? How could you even doubt the love between the both of you--because there certainly was love, but what kind?
Was it the right one? You were fond of him, but were you crazy about him? Did that even matter?
A moment such as a proposal should include tears of joy, excited shouts, blissed laughter, and a thousand thoughts of a crazy life together--euphoric at the mere thought of your soon to be husband.Ā
You werenāt just supposed to smile fondly, pressing a few kisses against one another before going on with your night. Youāre once again drawn to the way your heart isnāt beating fast, the way that it doesnāt skip a beat. How your mind automatically began to picture the pains of wedding plans and not the magic that was supposed to await after.
There was no rush, no lust, no passion.
Bakugou Katsuki was the complete opposite of your fiancĆ©.Ā
He was rude, disagreeable, hostile, ill-tempered, and always looking for a fight. He didnāt care who he argued with, who he fought with, as long as he came out on top--which, he always did. He was rugged, and had a one track mind, not letting anyone or anything get in his way. When you were with him, tensions were always high.Ā
Your feelings had been everywhere, an emotional roller-coaster that seemed to be stuck on never-ending loops. Highs and lows circled back over and over, no sign of ending, but the rush of emotions that had came with it were unlike any other.
The love you had shared was a burning match, the heat intense and fierce, the flames bright and alive as they danced around together.
Maybe thatās why it burned out so quickly--it was too harsh, too much.
Even so, every emotion you felt with him is still imprinted into your heart.
You may have ran out into the freezing rain, but he chased after you, his searing kisses had warmed you up. You may have strained your voice, throat raw after hours of yelling, but he had soothed it with tea he knew how to make just right. You may have grabbed onto one another, but the only bruises you shared were ones made in the bedroom; spending hours alone together, tangled in sheets as you conveyed everything that you couldnāt speak into words.Ā
Verbal apologizes were few and far in-between, but the actions werenāt--a kiss here, a hug there, the way heād run his hand along your cheek.Ā
The little things had been the most important to you. There were constant smiles, and even more frowns, but you were happy. You felt alive.
Your heart had always ran wild with him, so much so you always wondered if it would burst from your chest if you werenāt careful. The rush of being with him was addicting--you never wanted the feeling to go away.
The love between you both outshone the brightest of stars; it was you and him against the world.
But somehow, the world had won.Ā
Youāre heart stopped beating, breaking instead. The days turned dull, and no longer was the world as bright or lively as it had been.
Thatās when you met Sen--he had pulled you out of that darkness and brought a light back into your life. Even if it wasnāt as bright as it used to be.
But you wereā¦ happy. content.Ā
You didnāt need a bonfire, the candle light was enough.Ā
You look in the mirror, smile, and walk back out to the comfort of your fiancƩ. Sen smiles, pulling you close as you lie in each other's arms. Leaning your head against his chest, you feel the steady beating of his heart.
