βΛπ½πΊΛΒ° SUMMARY: katsuki bakugou lost the love of his life to his best friend, and now heβs left with nothing but regret and guilt.
βΛβΏΛΒ° NOTES: katsuki bakugou x reader angst no comfort emotional cheating kinda toxic!ejirou? mentions of death mentions of sex unrequited love not proofread
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the day katsuki knew he was fucked for life, was the day he met you.
it was one of those saturday evenings that felt like a rerun. he sat in some high end restaurant, his friends were a little too loud, dressed a little too sharp, chasing something. ejirou had roped him into another group dinner, talking about βunwindingβ and βtreating themselvesβ like they didnβt already live ridiculous lives. truthfully, katsuki didnβt mindβ he liked the food. he stayed quiet and let the others do the performing.
the place was extremely packed. kids screaming two tables down, waiters dancing around each other, couples pretending the silence between them wasnβt heavy.
katsuki swallows hard, his eyes that were flicking across the room landing on you, meeting yours. your lips were parted, eyes a little narrowβ he assumes youβve had a drink or two. he can tell by the way youβre so shamelessly eye fucking him, unless maybe thatβs just how you are.
you giggle as he meets your gaze, fingers doing a dangly little wave like youβd been waiting. youβre pretty, and he wonders what the hell youβre doing all by yourself at a place like this all alone. and maybe he was stupid, but his heart did this weird skip and he smiled. a real smile, not the "yeah, hey, dont look at me" tight lipped smile he usually had on.
you grin at his smile as you mouth βcmere!β and make a little motion with your hand.
he blinks, looking down at his food before murmuring a small, βbe right backβ to his friends, not that any of them heard, too busy laughing and clinking glasses.
he exhales, standing up from his seat and making his way over behind the seat opposite yours.
βhi!β you chirp, like youβve known him forever, looking up at him with a not-so-there look. his eyes flick to the empty glass in front of you. he grins.
and that was the start of a insanely stupid situationship.
he sat with you longer than he meant to, entertained and genuinely interested in you, even if you were a bit tipsy.
you were funny. like, actually funny. smart, gorgeous, a little sassy in a way he liked. your legs were insane in that dress. you had a great taste in food and you smelled like summer and cashmere.
and so when you mentioned hanging out with him, it would have been dumb to deny.
you just clicked. that night you went to his place, talked until sunrise. he didnβt plan on fucking you, he actually didnβt even think about it. your presence was enough to satisfy him.
you laid across his couch like youβd been there a million times before. he sat on the floor like some idiot teenager, watching the way you gestured with your hands.
that night was arguably one of the best in his life, and he never regretted it. never.
it was clear you were both into each other, and he actually thought he might have had a shot at love. he may actually have something worth exploring.
and then you told him you had a guy you were dealing with.
βdamn.β he muttered. a bit unexpected, but whatever, the least he could do was respect it.
it got worse when you started talking about him. it was his own friend. ejirou.
and if he was honest, he really wanted you to drop him. katsukiβs not an assholeβ he has morals, lines heβd never cross. he tried to keep it together, but heβd never felt that way before. he was never so entranced with somebody. and suddenly, all of his good intentions were gone.
weeks went by. he played it cool, even if you were both aware of the something between you two.
you kept calling, and he kept answering. like.. late night facetimes, βyou up?β texts that were never just about sleep. you started deleting your messages, told him to do the same. just in case. you didnβt wanna start drama, didnβt wanna hurt kiri.
and that was fine with him.
neither of you wanted your man to know you were creeping behind his back, even though you never crossed the line and kept it clean. but it was a still a mess.
and ejirou, being the sweet guy he is, invited you to go to a movie with him and some of the guys one night.
but heβs not stupid.
every time you laughed at katsuki, you were subtly pushing his buttons without even realizing. katsuki picked up the way ejirou stopped talking mid sentence when you looked at him instead. and truth is, katsuki didnβt even really care. if he messed up their friendship for you, it would be worth it. not that kiri deserved it, he was the greatest friend a guy could have, truthfully.
you disappeared for a while after that.
he guessed ejirou didnβt want you around him anymore, to put distance between you two. and katsuki felt guiltyβ not as much as he should. he mostly felt jealous.
heβs never been jealous before, not for a girl at least. he thought that shit was too high school, but there he was. he even spilled to denki about it one night. he just nudged his shoulder and hit him with that stupid βbros over hoesβ thing.
katsuki didnβt want much, still doesnβt. he has multiple cars and houses, a great life. you were the only thing missing.
ejirou left for a mission for a few days. you were planning to go see your best friend during that time he was gone, but ended up spending a week at katsukiβs.
seven days. seven perfect, painful days.
you baked cookies barefoot in his kitchen, played tennis with his mom like you belonged there, beat him at chess in the park, got pedicures, bought matching designer sunglasses, night swims.
it was sickening and it was beautiful. he had enough.
βsay the word, itβs yours. everything i got.β he told you. you looked at him like you believed it, like you wanted to say yes, but you didnβt. started talking about loyalty and doing the right thing or whatever.
so he took some actress out on a date, just to feel something. you waited in the car the whole time.
he hated every minute of it. the entire time he was with her, he couldnβt wait to leave. to tell you the joke she didnβt get, to hear what playlist you made while he was gone, to just talk. about anything.
and you did.
you told him a lot.
βwhen iβm with you, itβs like heroin.β
βmy confidence went up since we became friends.β
βi donβt wanna hurt him..β
βthis is an awkward situation, right? i just wanna be through with it.β
βevery time iβm not with him, it starts problems, suki.β
βanytime iβm not with you, i always wonder what youβre doing. what music youβre been finding, what sweater youβre wearing.β
and still, somehow, you didnβt cross the line. not officially, at least. the guilt was real. poor sweet ejirou had every right to be pissed.
the arguing between you and him never stopped. the more time passed, the worse it got, and not even just because of katsukiβ just because it wasnβt working.
what's crazy, is that ejirou never even really wanted you that much. he was just kind. the more he saw you smile with katsuki, the more he realized he couldnβt compete.
the worst night of katsuki's life was when you cried so hard on his shirt it felt like standing under a shower head. sobbing with makeup smearing on his polo. you called everything off. he doesnβt wanna think about the details, but that night, he saw hell.
he told you he loved you.
and he said if kiri ever laid a hand on you, heβd get him killed, even if it seemed like extremely long reach. but the way you and him argued, that was enough. to just let you know that he was there, always.
he still doesnβt regret it.
not even now when youβre gone. not now when ejirou's gone. he couldn't have been with you, even if every inch of his body continues to yearn for you.
katsuki lets out a huff of air. he's too old for this shit.
he sits on a rocking chair on the balcony of one his homes, his eyes faded and weak as he stares at the city below him with a bitter glare, thinking of you. what couldβve been if heβd done something different.
the wind moves slow tonight, brushing at the strands of gray from his thinning hair, rattling the ice in the untouched glass beside him. you had a whole life. a whole world without him in it. and he knows nothing about it. heβll never know if you ever loved someone else the way you loved him, if you ever had a family or a house or a quiet corner somewhere where you remembered him.
hell, he doesnβt even know if you ever really let him in.
the ache is old now, relived too many times. heβs been holding onto it for so long, itβs practically all he thinks of. heβs got everything. everything he ever wanted. all the success, all the money, all the things. he chair creaks beneath him. heβs got everything. everything but you.
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Bakugoβs sprawled on the couch, hair still damp from his shower, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, and a spoon halfway to his mouth. He eyes you suspiciously over his bowl of spicy noodles.
βTch. The hell are you planning?β
βNothing bad,β you say, sliding into the seat beside him with your phone already recording. βJust a little TikTok thing. You donβt have to do anything. Justβ¦ exist.β
He grunts. Thatβs as close to βfineβ as youβll get from him.
You point the camera at yourself, making sure heβs in frame behind you. βOkay,β you begin sweetly, βso Iβm here with my current boyfriendβ¦β
Bakugo pauses mid-bite.
His head slowly turns. ββ¦Your what?β
You bite your lip, fighting a smile, still filming. βMy current boyfriend.β
The look on his face and the meanest side eye says you have three seconds to explain before I level this apartment.
He sets the bowl down without breaking eye contact. βCurrent?β
βMhm,β you say, leaning into the act. βYou know, just until I find someone better.β
You donβt even get a full breath in before heβs on you, not aggressively, but fast, almost knocking the wind out of you. He grabs your phone and points the camera straight at himself.
βThe fuck does that mean, current?β he growls, eyes sharp but his voice low. βThere ainβt gonna be a next boyfriend. You think this is some temp job or somethinβ? You think someone else can handle you like I can?β
You snort-laugh, but your face is heating up.
βAww katsuβ Youβre cute when youβre possessive.β
βIβm always possessive,β he snaps, tossing your phone gently onto the couch and crowding you until your back hits the cushions. βSay that βcurrentβ shit again. Go on.β
You lift your chin, pretending to stay cocky. βMy current boyfriendββ
He kisses you. Hard. One hand gripping your waist, the other braced by your head. When he pulls back, your brain is static and your lips are tingling.
βSay it again,β he says against your mouth, voice husky. βI dare you.β
You blink up at him, dazed. βIβ¦ might need to start calling you my forever boyfriend.β
A smug, dangerous smirk stretches across his face. βDamn right you do.β
ββ content warnings: F!reader, mention of anime, Dante being needy, fluff, cute and light content and part two is here!
ββ word count: 653!
β.α Dante is always, ALWAYS, in contact with you and it doesn't matter where or when. β This is not an exaggeration, or a complaint, never. β Whether through physical touches or messages, SMS, β that man only uses his damn cell phone because of you and even though it's risky β he never lets you keep in contact.
βthinking about you right now ;)β
βDante, you only left about 5 minutes agoβ¦?β
βpainful, isnβt it? do you believe i have an amazing joke ready? i need to tell you when i get back.β
β.α The demon hunter loves to snuggle up to you, to cling to you; being unable, and in his words, impossible, not to be close to you. β Well, that's his biggest weakness. β Dante always kept his hands around you, usually on your waist and caressing the region. β Like holding your hand, caressing your face and massaging your thigh.
β.α He loves receiving your attention, especially when he is between your boobs and receiving caresses, which make him fall asleep instantly. β you know this very well β However, there was one night, after a long and unbearable killing against beings from the underworld, Dante ended up falling asleep during one of the night conversations, which was your routine, and ended up drooling on your shirt.
β€· The scene wasβ¦naive, also pitiful; your boyfriend was tired, he needed rest more than anything else. β And you, wanting to make him comfortable and pleasant, tried to get out of the position, which was to be underneath him, but an extremely sleepy and heavy Dante prevented your action and mumbled inaudible words β asking you to stay there, with him β and even without understanding, you obeyed.
β.α DDR β DanceDance Revolucion nights? This has become a routine worthy of you and Dante. β Every night, no matter what time it is, and even knowing that you have things to do the next day, this gentle game becomes a competition; Dante, without even caring who is in front, doesn't miss the chance to have fun with his girl.
"Come on, ma'am! Make me impressed, go, go!" + βIt was with that swagger that you won me over, right, you smart little girl?β + βI canβt believe you beat me at my own game?β
βShut your pretty mouth, big boy.β
β.α You are the only person, the only thing that can breathe, that can touch or question his necklace. β There is no discussion about that. β Dante trusts you, until his last breath, even though he has reason to distrust everyone and everything, he would never leave or abandon his loyalty and trust in you. β Out of fear, and respect and common sense, you don't dare to touch it on some occasions and Dante realizes this, he finds it funny, cute, pure; feeling loved and so cared for by you.
β€· βThereβs not a day, not a single day, that the memory of the day she gave me that necklace doesnβt cross my mind.β β Dante mentioned his mother, able to feel a small and unbearable burning in his eyes; he sighed, arranged you in his lap, directing a compassionate look in your direction as your fingers pass through the cord, without touching the amulet. β βAnd every day, iβm sure she would adore you.β
β.α Dante knows how to be a knight with you, and he really does. β Last piece of pizza in the box? He makes a point of leaving it for you, and that's a high-class knightly role in his eyes. β Even living such a complicated life, working with something so violent and filthy, he can't help but indulge his girl in a few whims.
β€· Little writings on small pieces of old newspaper, which he left in his pants or jacket pocket, telling some joke or unfunny pick-up line and decorations are typical of Dante. β Teaching you to play pool and then beating him and your prize are moments of grabbing? Oh, Dante is a lucky boy.
boyfriend!kirishima who makes you his whole personality β it's honestly sickening how obsessed he is with you, and he doesn't even try to hide it. every conversation circles back to you somehow.
boyfriend!kirishima who never misses a chance to call you beautiful, no matter where you are or what you're doing. you could be in pajamas with messy hair, brushing your teeth, or covered in food β and he's still looking at you like you're the most radiant thing he's ever seen.
boyfriend!kirishima who gets ridiculously excited when he finds something that reminds him of you. heβll send you twenty-five blurry photos of a weird-shaped rock because βit kinda looks like your catβ and heβs already named it. it's now living on his shelf. it's part of the family.
boyfriend!kirishima who insists on carrying your bags, opening every door for you, holding your hand when you cross the street β even if it's just a parking lot. proving chivalry isn't dead.
boyfriend!kirishima who sends you gym selfies, but not just any selfies β specifically of his biceps, flexing hard, with a cheeky caption like βthinking of you πͺβ€οΈβ because he knows you love it (and he lives to impress you).
boyfriend!kirishima who, when ordering for you or talking about you in public, casually refers to you as his wife. βyeah, my wife would love the friesβ or βoh, my wife showed me that!β and he doesnβt care if people correct him β youβre his forever in his heart, so why wait?
boyfriend!kirishima whoβs never afraid to try anything you suggest. even if heβs deathly afraid of heights, if you say you want to skydive, heβs already booking it with trembling hands and saying βas long as iβm with you.β
boyfriend!kirishima who checks in regularly throughout the day. little texts like, βdonβt forget to drink water, okay?β and βyouβve got this. iβm so proud of you.β he sends affirmations like theyβre love notes, because he wants to be the voice in your head that reminds you youβre doing amazing.
boyfriend!kirishima who lets you talk his ear off about anything and everything. even when you think heβs distracted, heβs soaking up every word, remembering little details to bring up later just to see your face light up.
boyfriend!kirishima who always talks about the future like itβs already decided β you and him, together. βonce weβre living together, we can get a dog?β βmaybe we can paint our bedroom that color.β he never lets you forget that he sees you in every part of his life.
boyfriend!kirishima who makes you the sweetest, most thoughtful diy gifts. a jar full of reasons he loves you, all handwritten. matching bracelets he stayed up all night making because he wanted them to be perfect. things that take time, effort, and love β because thatβs how he loves you: completely.
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