No longer his
The grand ballroom buzzes with laughter and clinking glasses. The pro hero Dynamight sits at a table surrounded by friends, though he looks detached from the celebration. Denki and Kirishima are attempting—poorly—to drink each other under the table, while Mina drags the other girls toward the dance floor. Katsuki sips his drink, the black dress shirt clinging to his frame and outlining hard-earned muscle. Izuku seems to be lost in conversation with Sero, talking about all the stuff they hadn't got a chance to in a while.
Bakugo scans the room, eyeing the other heroes with a scowl. “These extras barely do half of what I do,” he mutters. His thoughts are cut short when the table jolts violently.
Denki has collapsed forward, shaking the table and nearly spilling Katsuki’s drink.
“WATCH IT, DUNCE FACE!”
Denki groans dramatically. “Why aren’t any girls coming up to me?!”
Kirishima, clearly tipsy, throws an arm around him. “Don’t worry, man—they’ll come someday!”
With a sharp huff, Katsuki stands and storms off, grumbling about how it’s “too loud.” He exits the ballroom, heading toward the quietest place he can find. Eventually, he comes across a small garden with a concrete path and a patio. He sinks into a chair, loosening his tie as warmth from the alcohol settles in.
Closing his eyes, he breathes in the cool air and floral scent. His thoughts start to drift. She would’ve loved this place. The realization leaves a hollow ache in his chest as memories resurface: the hard battles they faced, training together, crying in each other's arms.
A voice snaps him out of it.
“Monoma! Get back here!” A woman laughs as footsteps approach.
Katsuki’s heart drops.
He knows that voice.
He knows it well.
Acting on instinct, he rises quickly and ducks behind a flowering tree just as the footsteps enter the garden.
Neito Monoma comes into view first. The former member of Class B pauses near the patio, hiding behind one of the pillars as if waiting for someone—completely unaware of Katsuki’s presence.
Then she appears.
She slows as she enters the garden, heels dangling from her hand as she scans the area. A radiant smile lights up her face. Katsuki’s chest tightens as he takes her in—older, refined, breathtaking in a flowing ball gown.
Monoma steps out and wraps his arms around her from behind.
Their laughter rings in Katsuki’s ears, drowning out everything else. His fists clench, hands trembling as he watches Monoma spin her around to face him, her smile growing impossibly brighter. Monoma bows, offers his hand, and she accepts without hesitation. Together, they sway to the faint music drifting from the ballroom.
Katsuki watches Monoma’s hands rest where his once did.
Jealousy burns through his chest, sharp and suffocating. What should have been his now belongs to someone else—all because of his own mistakes. He had told her he wasn’t ready. He’d pushed her away, not gently, but violently.
Seeing her now—ethereal, happy—he can’t even remember why commitment scared him so much.
Was it not his priority at the time? Was it fear of losing himself or needing someone more than he was ready to admit?
None of it seemed to matter as he watched Monoma inch closer to her lips. Tears threaten to spill out of the corner of his eye as their lips connect.
Katsuki turns away, his heart pounding as he slips out of the garden, the image searing itself into his memory. He heads back to the ballroom, desperate for something—anything—to ground him.
He drops back into his seat between Denki and Izuku, though only Izuku remains at the table. The others are scattered across the dance floor.
“Kacchan, you’re back!” Izuku smiles—then falters when he really looks at him.
Katsuki’s brows are drawn tight, a cold sweat breaking across his skin.
“Is something wrong?” Izuku asks gently, placing a hand on his back.
The pain on Katsuki’s face says everything. “Izuku… I saw her.” His gaze stays fixed on his lap, breath uneven.
“Is that bad? What happened—”
“She was with Monoma.” He spits the name like it tastes foul.
Silence answers him.
Katsuki looks up to find Izuku staring at him, stunned.
“I’m sorry, Kacchan.”
Katsuki exhales shakily and looks away.The silence between them settles. Comfortable, as he accepts, She was no longer his.
















