POV: You fall in love for the first time with Bakugo Katsuki, the guy who's spent his whole life believing love is just another weakness to crush.
And somehow... you end up convinced that YOU are the one who's too much.
⚠️💔 WARNING: heartbreak ahead, proceed with caution. TW: Emotional hurt, crying, self-blame, low self-worth, and harsh words.
The second the infirmary door swung shut behind me, the tears finally slipped past my lashes—quiet, thin, traitorous lines down my cheeks.
Not sobs. Not a breakdown. Just… leaking. Like a crack in a cup that had looked perfectly fine on the outside.
I braced a hand against the cool wall and tried to breathe.
It’s fine. He was right. It’s fine.
I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my breathing into something even.
“Maybe,” I whispered to myself, “maybe I should just… stay quiet.”
“Maybe people here don’t want honesty,” I murmured. “Maybe I say too much. Maybe I push too far. Maybe I really am too much.”
My tail curled close, as if trying to make me smaller.
Of course Bakugo pushed me away.
I wiped my face clumsily with my sleeve.
It’s not his fault. He didn’t do anything wrong. It’s my job to learn the rules here, not his job to understand mine.
I straightened, swallowing hard.
“Okay,” I whispered. “I’ll fix it. I’ll just… work harder. Train twice as much. And I won’t— I won’t say stuff he doesn’t want to hear.”
If I could just be quieter…
Maybe he wouldn’t be so irritated all the time.
Maybe he wouldn’t avoid me.
Maybe he wouldn’t look so disgusted when I tried to help—
“Hey.” Kirishima’s voice was soft. Too soft.
I flinched, swiping my sleeves over my cheeks again, standing straighter than humanly possible.
It came out too fast. Too practiced. Not convincing at all.
Kirishima frowned. “You’re not.”
I forced a small smile anyway.
“I was just being annoying.”
“No you weren’t,” Kirishima said firmly.
“I was,” I insisted, voice small. “I always talk too much. And I get excited. And my ideas come out messy. And maybe I don’t understand how things work here yet, so I say things that sound weird but I don’t— I don’t mean them wrong.”
He watched me with the kind of heartbreak people get when they see someone bleed without realizing it.
“You didn't deserve that,” he said gently, “Not even close. What he said was... messed up”
I laughed softly. It sounded wrong.
“Maybe I shouldn’t try so hard. Maybe it bothers people. Maybe I bother people.”
“No.” His voice sharpened with something like frustration. “Bakugo was the one who messed up. Not you. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were kind. That’s not something you apologize for.”
I hugged my arms around myself.
“But he’s right,” I murmured. “I’m not a hero. Not yet. And if I can’t even say something simple without people getting mad at me then maybe… maybe I should stop talking so much.”
Kirishima looked devastated.
He stepped closer, lowering his voice like he was afraid of breaking me further.
“You don’t need to change who you are. Your kindness? Your honesty? The way you pay attention to everyone? That’s not a flaw. It’s your strength.”
I didn’t respond. I wanted to believe him so badly it hurt.
Kirishima exhaled shakily.
“…He still shouldn’t have said that,” he muttered.
“I’ll do better,” I whispered.
He stared. Horrified. Heartbroken. Like he wanted to wrap me in bubble wrap and carry me somewhere safe.
He just said, softly, “You didn’t deserve it.”
And I forced another tiny smile.
“Maybe someday,” I said quietly, “he’ll see I’m trying.”
If this hurt, imagine reading it from the beginning. 🥲
This is a short snippet of Kitsune Tails: Cursed Inheritance
MHA fic | Slow Burn | She fell first, but he fell harder | Strangers to Enemies to Friends to Lovers | Hurt/Comfort | Emotional Angst | Eventual Healing
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