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[xhifuyu]

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.

[xhifuyu]

A light that never goes out

“Takashi!” The door to the sewing club room slams open and everybody's eyes are drawn to the student council president huffing to catch her breath near the door. 

Mitsuya slightly sighs with a growing smile on his face when he hears your voice. He slowly turns around slinging lazily on his chair. “Uh oh.”

Anger evident in her face, she walks up to him and crosses her arms. “Takashi, you forgot to lock up the storage room before you left yesterday!” You take a seat next to Mitsuya and across the sewing machine. She leans towards him, eyes narrowing. “You need to be way more careful.”

He smiles slyly and pulls on her cheek. “If you keep frowning, your face is going to be stuck like that you know.”

You attempt to keep your serious composure but crack under his teasing gaze. “Stop teasing Taka.” You brush his hand off of your face. “Seriously, don’t leave the storage room open. Delinquents are everywhere.” You allow yourself to snicker knowing Mitsuya is one himself.

Mitsuya puts a hand on his chest and feigns hurt. “You wound me.” 

Outside of the club room, Peh-yan is peeking in with Takemitchy behind him in hopes to avoid the sewing club vice president. Out of the corner of your eye, the student president spots Peh-yan peeking in the room and deadpans. 

You decide to play with him a little so you lean in and whisper to Mitsuya where Peh-yan is, planning to pull a prank on him. 

Mitsuya starts it off, “Hasn’t Peh-yan been annoying you lately.”

“Definiely, the student council was talking about him just the other way. Nothing good of course.”

“Makes a whole lotta sense.” He shakes his head up and down in understanding.

“HEY!” Peh-yan bursts into the room as Takemitchy tries to weakly hold him back from behind. 

Mitsuya and the president burst out laughing at Peh’s reaction. 

“What the hell are you laughing about!” He grumpily stomps up to them and knocks Mitsuya's head.

“We were just joking, Peh!” You were so obvious standing outside the door with that ridiculous outfit on.” The president laughs, clutching her side. 

Peh, being slightly embarrassed stomps to a corner of the sewing club room. He crossed his hands, leaning on a shelf. Before anybody gets the chance to speak, the sewing club vice president barges into the room, glasses glinting. Peh slightly jumps back and knocks over the shelf he was leaning on. 

“PEH! YOU THUG! GET OUT OF THE SEWING ROOM!” The enraged vice president chases him out of the room and down the hallway.

Mitsuya turns around to face you completely and meets your taken aback look with a nervous smile. 

“I’ll be sure to clean the mess, don’t you worry prez.”

“Never a dull moment in the sewing club.” You shift your attention to Takemitchy at the center of the madness. “Hey.” You say as you stand up. resting your hand on your hip, studying him.

Mitsuya comes up from behind you with a new Toman uniform in his hands. “Hey Takemitchy. I got it for you right here.” He hands the jacket off to Takemitchy and slightly frowns. “Don't you dare get your ass whooped again and make me redo your uniform.”

Takemitchy offers his deepest apologies which are met within an unexpected laugh from you. “Takashi gets so serious about clothes. Don’t stress about it too much, Takemitchy.” You pat his head and he immediately goes red which doesn't go unnoticed by Mitsuya. He raises an eyebrow at Takemitchy’s reaction, but doesn't have time to question him about it because Takemitchy is already leaving to chase after Peh.

You turn back to Mitsuya grinning ear to ear. “Try not to kill him too soon, okay?” 

Mitsuya returns your smile and replies, “No promises.”

You start to make your way to the door to return to your duties as student council president but you're stopped in your tracks as you feel a hand slightly grip yours. Your attention shifts back to the inside of the club room to see Mitsuya facing you. “Luna and Mana would like to see you again.” 

A few days ago, you ran into Takashi and his siblings at a nearby park and his siblings took a liking to you as you played with them when Takashi had to run off in a rush.

You feel yourself heat up from the warmth his hand emits. “Is tomorrow good?” You muster, trying to play off your growing flusteredness. 

He watches as your eyes drift to his hand connecting to yours and gets slightly embarrassed. He releases his grip on you and smiles, “Tomorrow's great.” 

You nod your head and walk out of the sewing club room. As you walk down the hall, you can’t help but let out a groan from the awkward interaction. 

—-----  

The next day was pure hell. Trying to focus was a herculean task when you’d be going over to Mitsuya’s house after school. Because of the growing nervousness in your chest you decide on avoiding him for the school day while you can.

This didn’t last long because as the final bell rang and you made your way to the front gate, Takashi Mitsuya was there waiting for you.

He lifts his hand, waving you over with a smile on his face. 

Suddenly the nervousness you built up dissipated and you returned his smile while lightly picking up your pace to stand by his side. 

“Let's go.” He drapes his hand around you as you both walk to his house engaged in conversation.

[xhifuyu]

His alone

Im just trying this writing style out, im open to requests

Izana had always looked to his brother with envy. The only person who ever acted as “family” to him favored Mikey over him. His older stepbrother, Shinichiro Sano, had been the only one he sought comfort in, until Shinichiro’s accident. That loss consumed him, leaving behind a gnawing emptiness. Ever since, Izana had searched for that same kindness, that same sense of comfort, in all the wrong places.

Years later, that longing still haunted him. Now, as the leader of the criminal organization Bonten, standing side by side with Mikey, the envy had only grown stronger. His longing turned into obsession whatever Mikey had, Izana needed to have too.

So when Mikey started frequenting a small coffee shop on the edge of town, a place Izana himself despised, he had to know what kept his brother so enthralled.

“Mikey, we need to talk.” Izana’s cold voice cut through the silence as the Bonten board meeting ended.

Everyone rushed out of the room, too afraid to linger and risk angering their leaders.

Expressionless, Mikey turned to him, waiting.

Already irritated, Izana spoke. “There’s a rumor going around that you’ve been visiting that coffee shop because of a girl.” His golden eyes narrowed, studying Mikey’s every movement. “Your constant visits seem suspicious. Explain yourself.”

Mikey inhaled sharply, jaw tightening, a reaction Izana didn’t miss. “None of your damn business,” Mikey snapped. “Stay out of it.” He stood, ready to leave.

Izana’s hand shot out, gripping Mikey’s arm with enough force to leave an imprint. His voice was low and venomous. “You. Are. Trash. Don’t forget that, Mikey. You don’t deserve love or kindness.” He leaned in closer, eyes burning. “After all, it was you who let Shinichiro die.”

Mikey froze. His eyes widened, lips parting slightly.

“Because he didn’t get to live happily,” Izana seethed, “you won’t either.”

With a sharp motion, Mikey ripped his arm away, his expression returning to its usual cold blankness. Without another word, he walked out.

Izana watched him go, unsatisfied. He wanted more. Needed more. The lack of reaction made his blood boil.

That desire for control, for some kind of reaction, led him to the very place he had mocked, Mikey’s coffee shop.

The rich aroma of roasted beans hit him as he stepped inside. He took a seat by the window, scanning the quiet shop. Only one person stood behind the counter, a girl, mumbling to herself until she noticed him.

“Oh! Sorry about that!” she said, smiling. A faint blush colored her cheeks. “Hello, sir. What can I get for you?”

Her genuine warmth caught Izana off guard. It felt foreign. As the leader of Bonten, he rarely interacted with anyone normal. This kindness was something he hadn’t felt in years.

“Anything is fine,” he said curtly.

“Iced coffee okay?” she asked, a hint of hesitation in her tone.

He waved her off dismissively, turning to stare out the window.

“Rude,” she muttered under her breath as she went to prepare his drink.

When she turned away, Izana’s eyes followed her movements, studying her every detail. She returned soon after, heels clicking against the floor as she approached. Without hesitation, she plopped down across from him, bold enough to make him raise an eyebrow.

“You seem pretty gloomy,” she said, tilting her head. “Something bothering you?”

Izana narrowed his eyes, not in hostility, but out of instinct. She didn’t seem fazed.

When he didn’t answer, she hesitated, then blurted out before she could stop herself, “You have really beautiful big eyes.”

Silence stretched between them, then she burst out laughing. “I’m so sorry!” she said between giggles.

Izana stared, stunned. For the first time in ages, a small chuckle escaped him.

“So you can smile after all,” she teased. “You should do that more.”

Realizing how disarmed he’d become, Izana quickly regained his composure, clearing his throat.

She went on to ramble about her day, occasionally prying with personal questions. He lied through every answer, of course. Still, by the time the sun began to set, she had managed to chip away at his usual coldness.

When he stood to leave and reached for his wallet, she stopped him. “It’s on the house,” she said.

Irritation flickered across his face. “I don’t need your charity.”

“I enjoyed talking to you. Think of that as your payment,” she replied with a soft smile.

“Just take the money. Don’t argue,” he insisted, pushing it toward her.

She pushed it right back. “Then I’ll take it next time you come. Make sure you visit again, okay?” she said coyly before returning behind the counter.

As Izana left, he hesitated by the door and glanced back. She waved. His heart hammered loudly in his chest as he turned away, confused by his own reaction.

On the ride home, his mind was blank, until realization hit him like a truck. He hadn’t even asked if she was connected to Mikey. He’d let her distract him. How careless, he thought bitterly. How weak.

The next day, Izana returned. Through the window, he froze.

Mikey sat inside with her.

She was smiling, taking his order, and Mikey, cold and detached Mikey, was smiling back. That faint curve of his lips ignited something violent inside Izana.

Anger. Envy. Betrayal.

He hadn’t realized how much their brief encounter had meant to him until now. Seeing Mikey, his brother who already had everything, stealing even this small spark of warmth pushed Izana over the edge.

He entered the shop, holding the door open for a passerby before locking eyes on them. His hand slipped to the gun tucked in his waistband.

Mikey’s eyes widened as Izana approached, the gun now raised and pressed against his forehead.

“Izana, what the hell are you-” Mikey began, but the cold metal silenced him.

The girl gasped, her notepad slipping from her trembling hands. “Please,” she whimpered. “Don’t hurt him.”

Izana’s head snapped toward her, disbelief flashing across his face. “So the kindness you showed me meant nothing?” His voice cracked into a shout. “Is Mikey all that matters to you?” Tears welled in his eyes. “It’s always Mikey, isn’t it?”

“Izana,” Mikey said carefully, taking a slow breath. “Please. This isn’t what you want.”

Izana’s trembling lips curved into a chilling smile. “You have no idea what I want.” His gaze flicked back to the girl. “I’m doing this for your wellbeing.”

Then,  he pulled the trigger.

The shot echoed through the small shop. Mikey collapsed, blood pooling beneath him as the girl screamed.

Izana laughed an unhinged, broken sound as her cries filled the room.

He had never understood kindness. He had never had time for it. The one person who had ever shown him love had always chosen Mikey first. And now, once again, Mikey had taken what was his.

So he made sure Mikey couldn’t anymore.

The girl fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably, hands covering her mouth as the reality of what just happened sank in.

Izana knelt beside her, pulling her into his blood-stained arms. “Don’t be afraid,” he whispered. “Nothing can hurt you now. You can be kind to me again.”

She struggled, pushing him away with all her strength, but he caught her before she could run. His hair, streaked red with his brother’s blood, clung to his face as he chuckled.

“We’re matching,” he said softly. “Aren’t you glad?”

Her body trembled violently before she finally passed out.

Izana lifted her gently, carrying her out the back door and into his car. As he drove off toward his house, the image of his brother’s lifeless body lingered behind him, but he didn’t care.

Because now, she was his alone.