He'd actually believed that he was better off without you and you without him, because he couldn't love you the same way anymore. But the love wouldn't disappear completely, and believe him... he'd tried.
He was still trying, on his fifth glass, and well on his way to more. Who knew how many it'd be tonight?
He missed spending nights with you, hearing your dreams about the future.
Izuku was living his dream of being the greatest hero ever, but not once during his time with you had he thought it'd be like this. With you nowhere to be found.
Why had he thought you were less important? How could he have let you leave? He hadn't even argued for you to stay.
Izuku drank, but the burn of alcohol couldn't burn away all his memories of you or U.A. He wanted to be back in high school again, where he'd always found a way to be happy: with you. Not miserable as a pro, putting away the smile as soon as he was out of the public eye.
The bar was all he had at the end of a long day–or the beginning of one if he wanted oblivion early.
Work, work, work.
Drink, drink, drink.
It was a pattern he couldn't break. More and more, he wished he could forget about you altogether, but remembering was the self-punishment he deserved. Daily.
Holding an empty glass in his hand, Izuku stared unseeingly at the ceiling above him. He didn't want to be great anymore, but what else was there? Besides regret, which he'd feel for the rest of his life.
