#bnha breakup

[eggsdrawings]

miruko doesnt rock with dabihawks ‼️

[cheesecakethots]

i LIVE for the angst of a yandere initially being fucking awful to their darling after taking them, and overtime changing and becoming more loving, as well has having newfound and immense regret for what they’ve done. it is literally my fave yan scenario.

tw // pretty heavy angst, mentions of noncon

i specifically imagine it for shigaraki, going from being this disgusting manbaby who treats his darling like they’re nothing but a toy for him to use, only to later realise how much he loves them and mature in how he treats them, making his regret for the past even stronger.

him trying to coax his darling into coming out on a date with him - they can go anywhere, he doesn’t mind, darling has free reign to choose what they do. he tries to be so soft and quiet in his tone, as though not to startle them.

it’s only when tears start forming in their eyes and they mumble, “have i been bad?” that he realises how badly his past self fucked up.

the only other time he really took them out was when he’d decided they needed a punishment, and had made them stand and watch as he disintegrated the first group of people they saw out. he had then fucked them against the alleyway wall, bodies still around them both, just to really get the point across.

he wishes he could take back everything, but he can’t. as of now, he needs to take baby steps in order to bring you out of the very same hole he once caved into your mind.

(i love regretful yans urm send me some thots about them pretty please)

[cryiling]

thinking about that bkdk edating in middle school trope, except they're amino boyfriends 💀

they meet on an all might amino community. katsuki is one of the community mods, and izuku is the leader of an analysis club on there. izuku's posts were often featured and very popular in the community (he was def a microcelebrity), and katsuki always gave him a ton of amino coins on his posts.

for a challenge he's hosting for his club, izuku makes a huge deep-dive post analyzing all might's rise to fame in his bronze age. this post gets close to 10k likes, and katsuki gifts him 5k amino coins on the post. when izuku sees that number, he freaks out and assumes it must be a mistake since that's a huge number, who in their right mind would give him that much money??

he messages katsuki (who's username is 𝓓𝔂𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ⛓️💥) (LMAOOOOO) and asks if the amount of coins was a mistake + offers to give them back. katsuki tells him that there was no mistake, and that he just really liked izuku's post. izuku is really flattered that this guy liked his analysis so much, and they continue texting back and forth for a while.

they follow each other and put each other in their bios under "bffs," and a month or two after that, they officially become boyfriends. izuku buys amino+ using all the coins katsuki had given him (katsuki keeps spending his allowance to buy more amino coins so he's super rich). they start matching profile themes after that, switching to a new theme every month. they have matching profile frames and chat bubbles and everything, and izuku makes a sticker pack of all might faces to use when texting katsuki (sometimes katsuki uses the stickers too, but only when texting izuku)

everyone on all might amino knows they're dating, since they're both such high-profile people in the community. they become the community's it-couple, and people love commenting on their walls how cute their matching profiles are. katsuki comments under all of izuku's posts praising his analysis, and izuku always replies with a string of all might heart-eye stickers.

6 months into their relationship, izuku tells katsuki he can call him by his real name. up until now, izuku had gone by the nickname "golden" in honor of all might's golden age. when izuku tells katsuki his name, though, he doesn't get a response. the next day, izuku wakes up to find that katsuki's profile has been deleted entirely.

izuku feels like throwing up. he doesn't know what happened to dynamight, if he caused this, what could have caused this. he debates deleting his account too, ashamed and confused and hurt, but ultimately decides against it. he changes his profile theme back to an aesthetic picture set of all might in his iconic golden age pose, and continues posting on all might amino as if nothing happened. he doesn't reach out to new people on amino again.

when izuku gets into ua and his workload drastically increases, he stops finding time to post on amino, eventually deleting the app entirely (his profile stays up, though).

in second year, izuku is sitting in the common room with his friends, somehow having been roped into a conversation about dating. "you've never been in a relationship before, have you, deku-kun?" uraraka asks him.

his friends' eyes all focus on him, and he blushes. "well, i had an online boyfriend in middle school, but i'm not sure if that counts." his friends gape at him, clearly surprised. some other people lingering about in the common area also tune into the conversation. katsuki is one of them.

"really, midoriya-kun?" iida says, doing his best to hide his blatant shock. "i must say, that sounds rather out of character for you!"

"did you guys break up or something?" todoroki asks.

izuku grimaces, remembering what happened. "i told him my real name, and then he deleted his account. i think it was because of my name, but I guess i don't know for sure."

uraraka frowns. "that sucks! he didn't deserve you anyway. what an asshole move." the rest of izuku's friends nod in agreement at that. out of the corner of his eye, izuku sees katsuki get up from his armchair and storm out of the room.

months later, izuku and katsuki finally start dating for real. izuku is so overwhelmed with happiness, and katsuki's eyes light up every time he sees izuku. one night, though, katsuki pulls him aside. "there's something i need to tell you."

izuku frowns in confusion. "what's up?"

katsuki takes a deep breath. "...i'm dynamight."

this does not clear izuku's confusion. "um... yeah, i know what your hero name is."

"no, it's-" katsuki cuts himself off, then starts again. "i was dynamight on amino, too."

izuku feels his heart drop. he's not sure what katsuki is saying, why he's bringing it up. "you... we were... you mean we dated back in middle school?"

katsuki nods, eyes on the floor. he doesn't say anything else.

"why did you..." izuku licks his lips in apprehension. "why did you delete your account?"

katsuki is silent for a moment. "i freaked out when i found out who you were," he finally says. "i mean, you know how i was treating you in real life back then. and we had been texting all that time, and i had been comforting you from the bullying you were going through, only to realize it was me who was- i didn't... i didn't know what to say. and obviously i was really immature at the time and wasn't ready to process my feelings yet. but that whole thing helped me realize my feelings for you, even though i didn't want to accept that at the time.

"but," katsuki continues, clearly on a roll now, "that still doesn't excuse what i did. it was a shitty move. and i know i've apologized for how i bullied you before, but i'm sorry for this, too, izuku. i know i hurt your feelings. i swear i'll be a better boyfriend this time, i promise. uh- only if... if you still want to be together."

izuku can't even think of what to say for a moment, still silently reeling at katsuki's confession. eventually he says, "no, i- i get it. we were both pretty immature at the time, and to be honest i kind of got over it a while ago. but," he smiles, "that apology really means a lot to me. and of course i still want to be with you."

he leans in to kiss katsuki briefly. izuku doesn't think he'll ever get used to that.

katsuki rests his forehead against izuku's, eyes taking in izuku's face. "i swear i'll be an even better boyfriend than dynamight was, golden."

and then they lived happily ever after :>

[onetoomanyfandomfixations]

Jealous Ex!Katsuki x Fem!Reader

A/N: this is totally not based off of how i wish my ex acted when i had a creep hitting on me ha.

MDNI - SMUT BELOW CUT.

WARNINGS: ANGST/COMFORT, SLEAZY CREEP, HURT, UNPROTECTED SEX, RECONCILIATION SEX, DRUNK SEX

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It’s been six months. And I’m one drink down for every month since he left me. So I really shouldn’t feel as sick as I do when a random wraps their arm around my waist.

He tugs me into his scrawny, shirtless figure and my stomach lurches.

Everything smells of stale cigarette smoke. 

This is wrong.

Gently I push the stranger off, wandering back towards the bar. A tired smile from the bartender greets me.

“Hi lovely,” I smile, jumping up on the barstool.

“What can I do for you babes?” The small person hums, mousy hair flopping across their face.

“Can you make me another one of those yummy cocktails? Y’know, the one with the fireball and the-” I start, leaning inwards.

“The one that tastes like autumn?” They finish, a knowing smile.

“Yes!” I can feel my head slosh as I nod. Maybe I’m more tipsy than I thought. 

Unwanted arms twist around my waist yet again.

“Hey pretty,” Unkempt long hair tickles my shoulder. Hot breath on my neck. 

“I’m gonna go back to dancing,” I excuse myself, untangling us. Clutching my drink, I weave in and out of the crowd. The warmth is more uncomfortable than it was before, sticky and clammy.

A pain in my shoulder, my drink wasted on myself and the floor.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” I start, embarrassment heating my cheeks.

“Hey, watch where you’re-” A voice, so familiar it hurts. Low, and consistently gravelly.

“y/n.” Shock changes his tone. Aggression turns soft. My heart squeezes.

Six months.

Six months and I’m still so undeniably in love with Bakugou Katsuki it hurts me.

“Hi,” I mumble, eyes trained on my hands.

He clears his throat and my eyes can’t help but follow the noise. 

Rubies.

I always said his eyes were rubies.

Not the blood of his enemies, like Kaminari so often joked.

Rubies.

Warmth and pain mixes inside of me, and I find myself biting my tongue.

I love you.

It would be so easy to say.

“Aww did you spill ya drink pretty? ‘S okay, I’ll get you another one.” Cigarette overtakes my smell and I do everything not to gag.

“Um, I’m actually gonna head home.” Shaking the man off yet again, I go to turn around.

“Ooh, ready for some fun are we? Lead the way, beautiful.” Hands around my waist, and my throat closes.

“No.” I shake my head, squirming out of his arms yet again.

“Aww, but baby” His arms are tighter this time, face nuzzled into my neck.

“Oi, she told you to fuck off.” Katsuki steps forward, and I go to turn my head.

“Ha, you’re just jealous that I’m gonna get somma this tonight.” Wet warmth trails up my neck and I cringe away.

Stifling hold is suddenly tugged away.

“She’s not interested, dickhead. Now fuck off before I make you.” Katsuki’s voice is grim, fearless. All I can focus on is wiping the saliva off my neck.

“Fuckin fine. She’s not that cute anyway.” I hear a huff becoming more and more distant.  

Another arm. New, but old; drapes across my shoulders.

“Gonna walk you home to make sure no more creeps try’nd attack you.” Katsuki mumbles, gently guiding me through the crowd.

“Thanks,” I whisper.

The outside air is cold, drawing me closer to the man’s core heat. Small sparks on my shoulder act as a radiator.

The walk is quiet, and my head swims too much to understand if its comfortable or uncomfortable. 

Only when we reach my apartment, does his warm arm leave me. 

As if it’s muscle memory, he lifts up the pot plant; grabbing the spare key and letting us in. Kicking off my shoes, I wander towards the next best warmth I can get.

My bed is cushy, a welcome comfort.

Katsuki enters not too long after, water and toast in hand.

“You need to eat before you sleep,” He says, plopping down next to me.

Rubies, full of warmth.

“Why are you being so nice?” I mumble, eyes stinging.

I miss this. I miss him.

“Cause I fucked up,” He whispers.

“What did you do this time, Bakugou?” I sigh, picking up the glass.

“I hurt someone because I didn’t want them to hurt me first.”

My heart hitches.

“But then I realised that all I did was hurt both of us, for no goddamn reason.”  The water splashes against the sides of the glass as I tremble uncontrollably.

“She won’t even say my name anymore.” The grief is heavy in his voice, breaking it gently. And I can’t hold back my tears.

“You said you didn’t love me anymore,” My voice warbles past the lump in my throat.

“I knew you could do better,” He mumbles, picking at the duvet he helped me choose.

“I don’t want better!” I cry, gripping the glass.

“I want you.” Glancing over, I can’t help but stare.

Bakugo Katsuki does not cry.

Yet diamonds fall from rubies.

“Then be mine again. Please.” He whispers, voice catching. 

And all I can do is nod.

Coolness of glass leaves my hands. Warmth cradles my cheeks.

“Thank you baby,” His lips meet mine, and I’m home. 

Home tastes like cheap cola from the bar. 

Home is our teeth clashing as we smile through tears and kisses. 

Home is my fingers twisting through staticy blond.

“I missed you so much,” I whisper against his jaw.

“Missed you more.” Strong arms pull me effortlessly into his lap. His hands stay on my hips, tracing gentle circles.

“Lemme show you how much I missed you.” Katsuki asks, tugging me impossibly closer. Kisses tickle down my neck, and my entire body floods with adoration.

“Please,” I nuzzle into his hair, savouring the closeness. I jerk my neck away as he gently bites exactly where he knows I hate.

“Katsuki,” I whine, shoving his face away. A warm chuckle reverberates through his chest. The sound is contagious, making bubbles in my chest.

“You’re an ass,” I bite back my smile, gentling pushing him further.

“Yeah, but I’m your ass.” He mumbles, pulling me back in. Arms push me down, feeling him grow beneath me.

My body clenches excitedly, as familiar hands start tracing up my stomach.

“Take this stupid thing off,” His voice vibrates against my neck, as he tugs at the hem of my top.

“Hm,” I muse loudly, deciding to have some fun. “No, I don’t think so.”

“You little shit,” He growls fondly, pushing the top up as his hands wander further. A gentle squeeze to my breasts is all I need to continue my attack on his jaw.

“But I’m your little shit,” I mock inbetween kisses. I feel his jaw clench beneath my touch.

“Alright, thats it.” He huffs, wrapping an arm around my waist.

Suddenly, I’m off his lap; the bed bouncing at my sudden shift in weight. The bubbles in my chest build until they burst into a fit of giggles.

“There’s my pretty woman,” Katsuki smiles, eyes soft. Gently, he fully removes my top. And then his own.

The warmth of skin on skin is a comfort I’ve missed oh so much. 

Obviously, Katsuki missed it just as much; face disappearing into the valley between my breasts. 

Soft kisses leave pins and needles, and I reach for his hand. In an instant, our fingers are interlocked.

Like he never left.

I revel in the moment, using my free hand to trace patterns on his shoulders.

Small sparks greet my skin as his other hand massages my thigh. I feel myself dampen at the closeness - leaning into his touch.

“You sure you want this pretty woman? You’re still tipsy,” Its so odd, hearing such soft words from such a hardened, aggressive man. 

“Please, Kats” I breathe, moving my hand to his hair. A hum of agreement, and his loving assault continues.

I keep tracing patterns, unintentionally digging down as his hands get close to where I want them - no - need them to be.

A ghost of a touch, and I’m pushing myself up to meet him.

“Missed me that bad, did we?” He scoffs in amusement, fingers circling my clothed clit.

“Like you’re one to talk,” I mumble, cheeks heating. Softly grinding on me, my breath hitches.

“Sorry baby, but I’m not waiting anymore,” He whispers, pulling my panties off; his boxers following suit.

Rubies bore into me, sparkling with adoration.

And suddenly, pain and pleasure all in one.

“C’mon, you’re okay. You can take it.” Katsuki praises as he thrusts in. I blink through watery eyes, nodding.

The movement is slow at first, just until the pain falls away. 

Then, its relentless. 

The sound of skin on skin echoes through my small apartment, going at an unholy speed. My toes scrunch as I’m sent into ecstasy.

“See how much I missed you?” Hands grasp my hair, moving my head to the side to leave kiss after kiss.

“See how much I love you?” He grunts into my neck, suckling right near my jaw. Words fail, leaving me only able to whimper in response.

“Yeah that’s right,” He whispers to me, fastening his pace. More whines bubble past my lips.

“Love you so much, never gonna leave again, you hear that?” His words a near hiss, nipping my neck gently.

“Kats, kats, please,” I beg, gripping onto him for dear life. My stomach coils, and I don’t know how long I’ll last.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He encourages, pushing deeper, faster.

I break, legs spasming as I gush.

But Kastuki doesn’t stop.

Instead, he pushes my ankles up near my ears - keeping his relentless pace. Tears spill over my cheeks at the overstimulation.

“Just a little longer, okay?” He promises, hot breath painting my thighs. I nod frantically, practically melting into the bed.

But the coil tightens again, and I can’t help but squirm.

“Come on, together this time. Where do you want me?” Katsuki asks, somehow pumping harder.

“Inside,” I croak through tears. It’s too much.

An eyebrow raises.

“You wan’t me to make you a mama, that it?” He huffs, beads of crystalline sweat coating his brow.

“Mhm,” I whine, clenching at the thought.

“Fuck, y/n.” He grunts, burying himself into me.

Warmth floods me, and my blond lover collapses ontop of me.

“Love you so much, Katsuki,” I whisper, tangling my hands through his hair. I press a gentle kiss to his temple.

“Love you more, dumbass.” He sighs, kissing wherever he can reach. 

-BONUS-

“I guess this means you’re reinvited to Tsu and ‘Chako’s wedding.” I hum, scratching his head.

“The fuck you mean ‘reinvited’?” Katsuki snarls sleepily, nuzzling into my neck.

“Honey, you were my plus one. You never got your own invite,” I gently remind him, amusement tickling my insides.

“What cunts.” He grumbles, pulling me close.

“Katsuki!”

[k3igol0ve]

⭑｡𖦹°‧ Betrayal. [ How breaking up with him would go // mean Keigo Takami.] — KEIGO TAKAMI X READER GENRE: HURT, ANGST.

; Somewhat canon divergence; " Enough is enough Keigo. "

Is love a temporary fleeting feeling? What did it take for someone to get bored of you? An important lesson you've learnt from Keigo; some people only crave a relationship for the feeling, for the attention you're giving them. They're obsessed with the idea of a relationship, they don't love you; they love the attention you give them. Besides, he could easily replace you couldn't he? Wrong, he'd never find another like you. No one would tolerate him as much as you did. Welcome to reality and Society, Keigo.

Unfair, it almost felt as if it was a one-sided relationship when it came to Keigo Takami. There you were, struggling to keep the relationship afloat, while Keigo played it off; almost as if he was indifferent. Communication with him was as good as talking to a brick wall, apparently you weren't allowed to show temperament, only he could. Only he could be annoyed, only he could be infuriated, only he could be disappointed. His feelings were placed above yours. He didn't care about what you thought, because he knew you'd never leave someone like him. You'd always have to be the one to mend things, even though it was never your fault, because he'd ignore you if you didn't. He'd act aloof as if nothing occurred while your thought rack up your guilt filled mind. Arguments were a result of Keigo's petty and irrational thinking and yet you'd be the one apologising. You couldn't be better than him, because he was the best. He thought of other people as lower beings, but he'd never say that in public to maintain his high and perfect reputation. He looked at the flaws of others, but never of his own; he only focused on his own perfection. His thinking was narrow minded. The best way to describe him; a narcissist, a selfish asshole; but you could never do anything about it. Keigo, could do anything and you wouldn't be able to say a single word. Hate him all you want, but you could never find the strength to leave him. Keigo could compliment other girls, comment on their appearance while comparing you to them. He humiliates you in the mean time, mocking you as someone lesser. So you'd decide you'd speak out against that, atleast attempt to communicate. But you know Keigo, it'd never work out. Instead of apologising, he plays it off. If he has it in him, he'd find a way to humiliate you more. " Maybe I wouldn't compliment them if you looked better, --" or maybe if you had what they did. Other times, he'd play it off as 'being part of his job' as a hero. He's sick of it, he's loosing his grip on you. You defying him, questioning him. Other days, he'd ignore you as if nothing had been said or simply reply with a mere thumbs up. You didn't matter to him. That is until, you are on the verge of leaving. Twice, you've fallen for the same trick. Keigo would beg, promising to change his ways, he doesn't want you to leave because you were an easy person to keep. He gloated on your insecurities to place himself as a higher being. You tolerated him when he knew no one else did. He'd lie, leaving fake signs and messages that would make you sympathise him and perchance come back to him. ' Maybe in another life we would've been together. ' It's these little acts that provoke pity in you, that you can't help but feel drawn back to him. ' Baby, I miss you. ' When you're back? That act fades away, he knows you'd come back. He knows you'd stay. He knew you were attached. It worked twice, but why not this time? Third time wasn't the charm. How did you fall for someone like him in the first place? Simple, his sweet charming personality, and his feigned innocence. He teased you, and chased you until you fall into his dreaded trap. He'd leave little notes, little hints that were subtle and not at the same time. Maybe it'd be love songs he'd sing to you while 'subtly' hinting it was aimed at you. Maybe it was little notes that implied his interest in you, but you could never be sure. ' Just be mine already. ' He'd be everywhere you were, how sweet was it that he asked his colleagues how to approach someone like you? How to court someone like you? Oh, how you had fallen from grace, my dove. How shattered were you when you realised you had fallen for a facade? Pet names, changed into derogatory terms. How much disrespect can one tolerate? 'My love', became 'My bitch,'. As if you were an object of entertainment and nothing more.

Then the effort he had given you when he was courting you dwindled to a 0. He knew you had fallen perfectly into his trap, into his arms where you had become attached. 'This wasn't the Keigo I fell inlove with.'

So this was it, and Keigo knew it. You had gotten mad at him, wanting time alone. You started to ignore his calls, you changed your apartment's code. You haven't responded to his texts in a week, haven't responded to his subtle hints of him wanting you back. He misses the attention you gave him.

' A woman can say she loves you and never speak to you ever again. '

Keigo is way too prideful to accept being broken up with so he'd do it first. In turn, he chooses to give up; well not really; he attempts to make you jealous. Keigo moves on fast, he really does.

Afterall he is ‘ the man who moves too fast for his own good.’

Simple really, he would find another and date them, attempting to make you jealous. Naturally you'd want closure. You'd have to do it, atleast getting a sign was better than nothing.

As infuriating as it was, you did get a sign in the form of a ' 👍 '. It was good enough. Then he tries again, he really does.

For the first time in 2 years, he apologises; for everything. For being a 'prick' with communication. He keeps up the act of having a lover. He actually does have a lover, and so you have accepted it, afterall you basically gained your freedom.

Thank the stars for the god sent girl who had taken Keigo's interest for a period of time, and god save her from the emotional stress she would receive because of Keigo's emotional immaturity.

He failed, getting you back. He failed seeing you feel jealousy, and he DESPISED failing. So he replaces you with his lover, but its pathetic really.

During this time, he publicly humiliates you, showing his obsession with you despite it being MONTHS since you have separated.

He flaunts his new lover, she's better than you afterall. He continues to make you jealous.

' She works better than we ever did '.

But you don't care do you? It hurts, but despite it all you heal, you attempt to move on. The presence of him haunts you, interviews, social media, even his presence in public. He takes every chance he gets to humiliate you.

He's angry, he's infuriated. Why won't you come back to him? Why is nothing working? So he goes further, he insults you. He doesn't even subtly insult you anymore, he outright insults you. He's petty, he resorts to insulting your appearance, especially things you're insecure about. He's petty, he compares you with her at any chance he gets. He practically prays on your downfall going as far as to ruin your reputation in public.

He wishes you the WORST in everything.

Though, humans have their limits don't they? As much as you desire and crave to respond, you don't. To show you are the bigger person, to show that truly you don't care. Over the months you have moved on while Keigo proceeds to tarnish your reputation and attempt to bring you down without prevailing. It's getting tiring really, how isn't he sick of it when his topic is always focused on you. Isn't his current lover sick of hearing your name in his mouth?

He's wasting his efforts, because his current lover becomes an ex. He spent too much effort on you. He had it coming, someone as shitty as him doesn't deserve anyone. It was a curse upon those who had fallen inlove with him. Keigo lost someone who would listen to him, permanently, and he couldn't fathom that.

Though, she was nothing compared to you. You were the best of the best, you tolerated him, you endured his shitty behaviour, you forgave him despite everything, you promised to stay with him till the end, but where were you now?

So he's desperate once more, though this time you don't come back. Afterall what has been said was said, he couldn't take back his words, he couldn't take back his hurled insults that were created in the heat of the moment.

At night, irrational thoughts would swirl his head while he's intoxicated. He unblocks you, texts you once more with pleas of pathetic desperation.

"I miss you, I'm sorry. " It could go on for hours, and even a whole paragraph could appear. You'd ignore it of course, and if you were petty enough you'd laugh to yourself.

He even goes as far as degrading himself,

' Knowing you were my only chance to change, I left you. ' It's pathetic of Keigo, it really was.

It was useless too, you'd move on with your life. Your heart free from his shackles, your heart was lightened. Maybe you didn't have a significant other, but you were free.

It'd go off and on, in his vulnerable moments he'd miss you. He didn't miss you of course, he missed the attention you gave him. The gentleness that no one else could provide.

Then when he was feeling infuriated, angered by something in particular he'd start up his insults. Bipolar behaviourisms. Every time you'd post on your socials, he'd talk behind your back; pointing out your apparent insecurities as if you'd give a flying fuck. He wanted a reaction out of you, but you weren't going to give in.

You wondered when he would give up but, you know relationships aren't important, you know the limits of a damaging relationship and chose to focus on yourself.

You're much happier now, despite the occasional thought of him.

IF ANYONE OF YOU ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP LIKE THIS, I'LL SAY ONCE LOUDLY; RUN, LOVE, I PROMISE ITS NOT WORTH IT. HE/SHE/THEY IS NOT WORTH ALL THIS MENTAL TURMOIL. FOCUS ON YOURSELF. EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION IS NOT WORTH IT. Take care of yourself .

[jaegerrb0mb]

Even if it hurts <3

Note: this is hot garbage I wrote half asleep listening to cigarettes after sex. I never wrote angst b4 so thought I’d give it a try. (I never read it back either, heeelp 😭)

Summary: katsuki bakugou has to end things with his gf of two years.

Warnings: none I can think of¿

Pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem reader

"Listen, I love you, I really do, but with the way my grades are slipping, I need to focus on my hero work now more than ever. I just want you to understand that," his voice is calmer than usual. You feel tears drip on your clothing and look down at that.

You didn't even notice you were crying.

"But I don't want to lose you," biting at your lip to hold back a sob bubbling up your throat, you watch Katsuki through blurred vision as he shifts uncomfortably on his bed, Now avoiding eye contact with you.

When he texted you to come to his dorm room, this was the last thing you'd ever expected. But deep down, never wanting to admit it, you saw it coming, just not so soon.

"Y/n…" his voice trails off, fearing that if he looks at you crying, he might breakdown himself. "I don't wanna do this either, I'm not tryna be a jerk, but right now it's for the best. You'll thank me in the future when we're both top her-" cutting himself off when he hears you stifling, he closes his eyes tightly.

This hurts him just as much. It's impossible to hide it, yet trying to keep composed, he continues. "You're not losing me, I'm right here and I'll always be here for you. After graduation, if things go how I hope, I'll take you back in a heartbeat. I can guarantee that much." These words echo in your mind as the room falls into silence, the only sound being your hiccups and soft sniffles. It remains that way for a minute or so.

"Y/n," his voice croaks as he turns his attention to you, but the sight brings such a violent pain in his chest he didn't know was possible, almost like there was a knife twisting that he couldn't remove. He has to tear his eyes away once more, looking at anything else but you. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.

"Two years... we've been together for two years, Suki," the sound of his name falling from your trembling lips burns his ears, and he knows whatever you say next will haunt him after.

"But I'll never call it a waste because loving you was the best thing I've ever done," you sobbed. Your throat feels swollen and stuttered as you try to speak the words in your head. "I'll respect your choice, even if it hurts. As long as you're happy and fine with this decision, then I'll be happy and fine with it. And that's all I ever wanted for you after all, to be happy." Tears roll down your cheeks as you try to put on a smile.

Katsuki's stomach turns as you finish. Everything in his being is yelling at him to take it all back, to tell you 'it doesn't have to end like this, we can work through it together.' However, he knows that's not true. He wishes it was, but he can't take on this relationship and his career at once. He tried to make ends meet, but it didn't work. He knows this is what has to happen. It has to be one or the other, and you know that as well. And god, does it hurt. His head is spinning and he feels sick. Katsuki never knew he could feel physical pain from something like this before, up until now.

A soft hand brushing against his cheeks reels him out of his thoughts. Looking up, he sees your puffy eyes and tear-stained face wiping away at his own. "We're gonna be okay, Bakugou."

You press a soft kiss on his lips, pulling away slightly and whispering against them. "Promise." His hand goes up to wipe away your own tears, and you let him. You both sit in silence, crying and basking in each other's touch one last time before you move away.

Making your way off his bed and to the door, you grab the handle hesitantly for a second before leaving.

As soon as you do, he quickly buries his head into his pillow, letting out an uncontrollable sob, finally breaking down. You hear it in the hallway, only making you cry harder as you walk further.

Both of you are heavy-hearted.

[thisisxli]

|| 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 ||

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Rs: Bakugou Katsuki x GN!reader (afab/amab)

Warnings:

slight heavy angst, neglecting boyfriend,

bad break-up.

Summary: you knew dating pro-hero Dynamite was gonna be tough but when you notice how distant he becomes, you can't help but wonder whether either of you chose the right decision to get together in the first place.

Wc: 0.7k

Suggested song: (P.S, if you're listening to the song recommended, please read a little slow at some parts if you want it to sync at the best parts (p′︵‵。))

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It was one thing to know he was constantly busy and away with hero work. But to be deprived for his attention and have the first thing he did when he got home, ignore your entire presence and walk pass to sleep in your shared bedroom.

You know that Katsuki was working hard every day, fighting criminals, saving banks and civilians, etc. But you would've at least expected one kiss from your boyfriend when he got home. It tugged at your heart strings but you knew you had to let it go. You knew the priorities and the responsibilities he had and you couldn't put yourself above that. To pick you over the world is ridiculous.

By then, you slid into bed along with him but he wasn't facing your side of the bed. You didn't mind though, scooting close to him and running your hand in his hair. You slithered your arm around his waist before pulling your body close to his, savoring his warmth.

The next week's were honestly so painful. He would ignore you even when he was home. Every time you texted him or tried to call him at work, he would ignore you but respond when you were pissing him off.

One day, when he was home and finally spoke to you, he wanted to break up.

"Look-" he averts his gaze to the side, a solemn look on his face. "I just think we shouldn't be together. I'm caught up in work a lot so you shouldn't be with somebody that's barely around and.. I shouldn't be with somebody that...." He drifts off, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"What is it, Katsuki?" Your lip quivered but no tears formed in your eyes. You sure felt like crying.

"I shouldn't be with somebody that I don't feel something for anymore. I'm sorry. We're just barely around each other and.. I have other priorities. I don't think I should worry about needing to protect somebody close to me if they're ever caught up in danger."

This was the calmest Bakugou has ever been but yet, this was the angriest you've ever been with him. Was he calling you a damn burden?!

You felt like you shouldn't feel mad. But you did. How long did he feel like this? You were fucking stupid, you should've known from the start. You were both at fault. You should've known what you two were getting into.

You held your head low, jaw clenched tightly. You knew tears were forming when your vision started to become blurry.

"I.. really am sorry." You look at him through your lashes. Although it was blurry, you could tell his face only shown little remorse. You scoff at his half-ass apology, sniffling as you wipe your eyes with your sleeve before any tears escape. "Whatever. Just go, Bakugou."

He nearly winces at the use of his surname. He couldn't even be mad or make a remark at your petty attitude because he couldn't blame you. He's seen the way you looked at him at the times he came home, the way your touch was so yearnful and clinging. Of course, he loved you and wanted to be there for you, but he just didn't love you that way anymore. And he felt terrible about it. About as terrible as his old bullying toward his rival best friend back when they were in middle school. Luckily, instead of him staying, he let you stay in the house. He felt bad. And you hated it.

He had his things packed at the front door, slipping his shoes on. "Hey..."

You were hugging your arms, thumbs rubbing them and trying to soothe your nerves. You warily look up at the ash blonde man, biting your lip. You nearly cry out when he holds his arms out to you. Even in this moment, he was showing his soft side. Holding his arms out was like his signature move throughout your relationship. Your heart urged you to go and envelop yourself in his arms but then again, your heart also said not to. He hurt you, so bad. He hurt your ego and your heart.

When you stood in your place, bottom lip quivering, he sighs. Grabbing his suitcases and opening the door, he looks back at the place and you one last time. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out and that's right when you look up at him with teary eyes that pangs him in the heart.

He sucks in a breath, slightly frowning. "Do you.. Do you think we're together in another universe?"

You dryly laugh, tears escaping your eyes.

"We're not even together in this one."

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A/N:

Honestly wrote this because I wanted to and I love writing angst. Was gonna make Bakugou a huge red flag but we all know that he's changed and that he's developed<3 after the latest chapters, there's no way he hasn't changed

Had to use the "do u think we're together in another universe" blablabla trope, it completed it ᰔᩚ

[smallmightsupremacy]

it's been ~2 years and we still don't know what Bakugou's letter said

[ameliaenya707]

We Cry Together

Chapter 1

Leave your message at the beep

Your leg bounced anxiously as you huffed. Sitting on the couch of you and Hawks shared apartment. It was your one year anniversary and you had kissed him goodbye this morning, telling him to have a good day at work and him in turn promising to be home later in the evening to take you to dinner. You booked reservations and everything, yet now he was turning up cold. In the many hours you took to get ready and dolled up for him, you sent little “I love you” and “Hope your day is going well baby! <3” texts to him every so often. All of which had been promptly left on delivered. But you tried your best not to think too deeply into it, simply sucking in a breath and powering on with your makeup. It was now, when you were completely ready and sitting on the couch that you grew nervous. He was supposed to be home at six but it was nearing a half hour past and there was still no sign of him. You looked up at the ceiling, keeping your head tilted back and blinking away tears that you didn't want to smudge your hard work. He wouldn't bail today. It was your anniversary, there was no way he'd flake on you today of all days. Or…

You were always incredibly understanding of his position. Granting him grace, accepting his many apologies when he didn't show up for something due to work running late. He had missed your birthday due to a high priority case he was working on. And you tried to hide the sting. Tried to hide the puffiness of your face and your bloodshot eyes when he came home. Pretending it was fine. That you didn't need any acknowledgement because his job was top priority. Because it was. You knew when you started dating him that his job would always be more important than you. But that didn't stop it from getting to your head.

And now you pace the living room. Your heels clacking against the wood flooring as you hold your phone on speaker in front of you. Getting the same five automated words over and over again.

“leave your message at the beep,”

You would exit out and recall him. Everytime still holding out hope that he'd pick up. But he never did. And soon it was seven. And then eight. And then you found yourself crying on the floor of the bathroom, having gone to wash of your makeup and the disappointment rushing over you at once. Flooding your senses with meaningless thoughts that only made you feel worse about yourself. Because no matter how many times he called you special, and the only one, as he fucked into you chasing relife, you knew it wasn't true.

If you were so special why wasn't he here, you think.

If you were so special why would he bail on a day so important to both of you, you think.

Maybe it was just a lie all boyfriends told their girls to keep them complacent. To keep them quiet. To keep them down.

And then once the frustration and disappoint wave calmed something else washed over you. Rage. Or how you justified it, “a new found self respect”. You huff as your tear off your heels, leaving them strewn on the bathroom floor as you stand. Catching a glimpse of your tear stained face in the mirror out of your peripheral. Eyeliner and mascara smudged into the same existence, their new purpose being to make your eyesight as fucked as possible as some of the black found it's way into your eyes. The deep scarlet lipstick he had bought you, now smudged far from your lips and onto your right cheek. You almost choked on another sob but moved through, storming to the bedroom and pulling out your luggage. One Hawks had bought you when he planned to take you to Paris, a trip that was interrupted by his work like it always was.

You hurriedly shove all the clothes you wished to keep in the luggage, along with other personal belongings you moved in that weren't so easily purchasable anymore. As you shoved a framed picture of you and him under your clothes you realized you didn't even know where you would go. Maybe your parents would let you be with them while you got back on your feet? You dammed yourself for ever becoming financially dependent on him in the first place. Just as you were zipping up the suitcase you heard the front door swing open accompanied by Hawks’ voice.

“Dove, I'm so sorry, I swear I got held up at wo-”

“Fuck you Hawks!” You yell from the bedroom, cutting off the lousy, overused, excuse he was about to make like he always did. You huffed when you heard his footsteps near the bedroom.

“Baby, I'm so sorry I-...what's with the packed bags baby bird?” You watched his face fall as his gaze landed on your packed suit case. You swallowed down the bile rising in your throat, an eternal nausea stirring deep in your stomach.

“I can't do this anymore Hawks…I'm leaving you…no buts or waits either. I. Am. Done. With. This.” you felt anger take over you again, punctuating your words with a jab to his broad chest. You almost folded when his amber eyes met yours but you had to remind yourself why you were mad at him in the first place.

“Like hell you are, you're not fucking leaving babe, just take some time to think please.” his hand grabbed your wrist, his grip tight. Something unrecognizable in his eyes.

“I'm not playing these fucking games anymore, you don't fucking care about me. You don't care about us” you choked out a sob, giving him a light shove, but he stood unmoving. You decided to continue before he spoke, “You know how I fucking know?! I called you FIFTY TIMES HAWKS! ALL MY TEXTS WERE LEFT ON DELIVERED. YOU WERE SO LATE WE MISSED OUR ENTIRE DATE!” You scream. And it felt good. To get everything out. But you felt yourself getting more frustrated when he stood there seemingly unfazed, admittedly not giving you the reaction you wanted or expected.

You huff, grabbing the handle of your suitcase. “Oh, and by the fucking way. You should probably set up your voicemail properly. So the next bitch you stand up can leave you a proper message about how fucking shitty you are.”

The door slammed behind you when you walked out. But the feeling of unease never left.

Why didn't he fight for you?

Beg you to stay like always?

Something heavy weighed on your chest.

You felt it.

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Chapter 1

Yan!Keigo x reader

Other chapters

[eggsdrawings]

dabihawks post-war pizza au 🛵💨

“you’ve still got a pizza my war-torn heart” by phanatics 🍕

[chiliechicken]

𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 𝐊.┊★ you're seriously crying? Denki Kaminari x GN!Reader, Angst, OOC, Breakup, BF!Denki

Relationships were always so difficult. They were never decent and they were never fair for you. Relationships that you had always ended with your heart breaking into a million pieces once you've realized that it was never meant to be and that you only fooled yourself. Past boyfriends, past girlfriends, they all had left you disappointed and hurt.

You couldn't count how many times you had begged your exes to give you the bare minimum in a relationship. Stay loyal, engage in conversations, comfort one another, communicate through problems. The simple necessities in a relationship that somehow none of them gave a single damn to try.

It was frustrating. A lot of these relationships caused many of your problems now. You had trust issues due to exes cheating, inability to communicate due to them always shutting you down, trouble opening up because you forgot how to since they never listened to you, even the trouble of seeing worth within yourself since they always degraded you.

Then again, you still had a fault in all of it considering you never learned your lesson and stopped dating these types of people.

Even now, you haven't learned. Your current relationship is ass, sorry to say. At first, it was the best thing that has ever happened to you. Then it descends into the toxic waste you call the 3-month mark when true colors are finally revealed. It was always like this.

Right now, you were considering breaking up with your boyfriend for multiple reasons. He's been distant lately, refusing to engage in conversations with you and refusing to hangout with you whenever he's free. He's been prioritizing his friends more than you, leaving you feeling lonely and neglected.

"Denki, can you come over later?"

You asked your boyfriend as you walked up to him, interrupting his conversation with his classmates. He visibly frowns and looks at you, "I'm busy later." he replies in a whisper before looking back at his friends. "It's Saturday tomorrow. Can't you make time for me? It'll only be a few minutes, I swear." You plead with him, though he ignores you continues talking with his friends. "Denki?" You call out, no response. You sigh before quietly walking away in disappointment.

While you understand that he has the right to choose who he wants to be at the moment, you can't help but feel like he's been avoiding you a lot more recently. It kinda hurts you to be honest.

Even if you try to talk to him about whatever his interests were at the time, he still didn't want to chat with you for.. whatever the fuck reason he had that day. 'I'm busy', 'I'm not in the mood', 'I don't like explaining things', 'I don't like that anymore'. It's getting tiring having to watch him walk away from you to go to his friends and chat with them happily.

Sometimes whenever you try to grab his attention, he just either completely ignores you or gets mad at you for bothering him. He's always fine with other people bothering him, even when he's doing work. But when it comes to you, bothering him in any circumstance would just lead to him giving you a nasty look. He'll always tell you how you're being an attention-seeker, or that you're embarrassing him by pleading for a sliver of his time.

You were currently walking back to the dorms with your boyfriend and his friends, listening to their conversation and watching them laugh and joke around. You held onto his arm and walked alongside him with a smile on your face. Hanta, one of his closest friends, saw this and decided that he'd make a joke out of it. "Oh my gosh! Don't leave me out, love!" He dramatically exclaimed before snatching Denki's arm away from your hold, forcing you to step back.

Your boyfriend and his friends laughed at the scene and Denki looked at you with a huge grin on his face, but you didn't have the same pleasant expression. Other students looked at your group as you looked down at their interlocked arms. You looked back up at your boyfriend, wanting to slap off that fucking smirk off his face. But you resisted the urge to do so and stormed off.

Once you were back at your dorm, you managed to compose yourself and reflect on the situation. You didn't mind that their jokes were usually.. like that. You found it funny, actually. The mere thought of homies usually being affectionate with each other made you laugh. You weren't sure why today bothered you so much. It happened all the time, why was now different? You sighed and thought about it. Was it because it was physical? I mean, you got embarrassed, for sure. People watched it happen, they saw how you were just casted aside as your boyfriend and his friends laughed at you. Maybe it was the fact that Denki didn't even bother considering your feelings.

Gah! It was stressing you out. You let out a long breath before grabbing your phone and sending him a message about how you felt. It was only mature to at least tell him how much it bothered you, right? At least you wouldn't keep it suppressed and possibly make the situation worse for yourself.

You waited for an hour before he finally texted back. As you read the text, you couldn't help but feel your blood boil. 'You embarrassed me in front of my friends. Of course I'm mad at you.'

At this point, you weren't even sure you could be called his partner anymore because he's treating you so much like a loser of a friend who's desperate for any sort of human interaction.

He doesn't even text you anymore and you always have to be the one to make the first move to talk to him through a screen. Even then, he doesn't check your message at least an hour after you sent a text, waiting for a day or two to pass just to send you a dry message. He doesn't say 'I love you' anymore, he doesn't bother on comforting you whenever you're emotionally low, he doesn't play his favorite games with you anymore, he doesn't smile at you anymore...

Every time the two of you talk was always during arguments. He would always say how being in a relationship was stressing him out and how he wished he never liked you. It hurt. Real bad.

God, it was exhausting. You're putting all the effort into keeping this relationship alive while he just sits there and does nothing. Is this a rant? Yes.

As you lie on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, you were planning exactly how and when you were going to break it off with him. With your plan set in mind, you stood up and got ready for the day.

You ironed your uniform, took a shower, got dressed, and packed your book bag. Today you finally end your suffering as well as this putrid thing you call your relationship. You head to class and let the day pass quickly. You were nervous when school hours had ended. All day, you couldn't help but think about the possible outcomes from this.

What if he gets mad? What if he doesn't care? What if you cry? What if you suddenly back out?

Too late for that now. You shook your head and tried to clear your thoughts as you counted the steps it took to get to his classroom. Today would probably be the last time you'll be visiting this room for him, and you were happy to accept that.

You were nervous. So nervous. Your hands were shaking and you felt so lightheaded. Denki had never been that expressive towards you, so you were already expecting him to not even react one bit. That thought alone was driving you mad. It can't be like that, right? I mean, you've been together for.. months! He'd at least show a little emotion. You hoped.

Upon arrival at his classroom, you spot him sitting on his table as he talked with his classmate, Kyoka. You furrowed your brows at the sight, feeling jealousy beneath your feelings of resentment towards Denki. Kyoka's always been the better person between the two of you. That was your general opinion on her. She was better than you because she makes him laugh. She's the one he always talks to. She never made him upset. She always knew what to do with her feelings.

You were sure Denki liked her.

Shaking your head, you saw another one of their classmates, Mezo, and asked to excuse Denki. The boy nodded and called him over. As soon as he saw you his smile vanished, and it hit you hard. You waited to speak until he was in front of you, a few steps away and keeping his distance.

"Yeah..?"

You took a deep breath and ran your fingers through your hair, composing yourself before then looking him in the eyes. Oh, how you'll miss staring into them. They've lost their shine ever since you came around.

"Can we talk? In, uhm.. private."

Denki quirked his brow at the tone of your voice and crossed his arms. He hummed before grabbing your arm and leading you away from the classroom and towards the staircase. You instinctively pulled away as you got there, stepping back from him. You tried to maintain eye contact with him but eventually looked away, feeling yourself get nervous by the second.

"I don't think you're ready for a relationship yet. We're done."

He stared at you quietly with his expression slightly shocked. You waited for him to talk, to cry, to show some kind of response. None. You couldn't turn your face to see his. You wanted to but something within you advised you to not do so. You sigh, scratching your cheek while you spoke softly, "I-I'm sorry—"

"You can't be serious." Denki chuckled as he stepped closer to you, reaching out to hold your hand. "S-Stop.." you backed away and kept your hands to your chest, your brows furrowed in frustration. "Stop trying to touch me."

He looked at you as if you've lost your mind. He couldn't understand how you could break up with him. What did he do wrong? He gave you his all, what more did he lack? Why are you doing this to him?

Denki didn't even notice the salty tears streaming down his cheeks as he desperately tried to reach out to you, his hands shaking, "Y-You're kidding, right? You wouldn't actually say that, y-you... You can't leave me!" he stuttered out as he cupped your face in his hands, his voice cracking and his nervous grin faltering.

You slapped his hands away and pushed him back, glaring down at him, "Why are you crying..?" you asked with an almost venomous tone in your voice. You couldn't understand why he was crying. Isn't this what he wanted? With the way he was treating you, you were more than sure that he hated being in a relationship.

"Isn't this what you wanted? Why the fuck are you clinging to me?! Let me go!" you slapped him in the face when he got closer, the pain-filled sting on your palm lingering. You were starting to lash out. Confusion and hatred filled your mind as he continued to cry, begging for you to stay with him. Despite already hurting him both physically and emotionally, why does he still plead?

"P-Please!"

Why does he still want you to be with him?

"Let's talk this out. Don't you want that?"

Why won't he stop crying?

"[Name], please, please..."

Why couldn't you just walk away from this mess of a man?

You watched as he crumbled down to his knees, his hands holding onto your legs, begging for you to stay and forgive him, to continue being his.

"Y-You're the first person to accept me instead of rejecting me. You're the first one t-to like me!" Denki exclaimed, his nose and eyes red from crying and his body shaking.

You moved away from him and gripped your bag tighter. You were starting to feel lightheaded again as students in the hallway began to look at the two of you. You felt embarrassed this time instead of him. It felt new to you.

"What the hell is going on?"

The two of you snapped your heads to look where the voice came from. You saw his friends standing behind you, just a few feet away. They stared at you. They looked at you with expressions of confusion and anger.

"Denki! Dude, you good?" Mina exclaimed in concern, going over to pat his back. She knelt beside him and Denki immediately embraced her, crying into his shoulder. "Step back from him, that man doesn't need a hug. Get the fuck up, idiot. You're in the middle of a hallway." Katsuki spat harshly before gently kicking his legs, urging for him to stand up.

You watched the scene before you, feeling a sense of jealousy and betrayal. "You're such a fucking manchild, Kaminari. Grow a pair."

You stormed past his friends as you walked down the hallway and away from them. You could hear Denki yell out for you, but you ignored his words and continued to walk away. You felt a bit bad, leaving him there crying. But at the same time you felt so relieved finally being able to get out of that relationship.

★┊this is my longest oneshot because it's quite literally a rant about my ex and how I felt so shitty with him because he treated me so shittily(?)

not one of my best because of how OFF CHARACTER Denki is but I don't know who else to use because my ex acts a lot like him; social, jokester, flirty, and really friend-oriented

this is basically how shit went down except uhh, he didn't really cry and beg for me to stay, he just didn't say or do anything, just nodded and let me leave which hurts like bro say something, you ain't a statue

so uh yeah, sorry for the long hiatus, at least school is done and I can go back to posting, thanks yall

[ghostxrose]

Nicotine | Aizawa Shota x Reader

Summary ~ When you started dating Shota, you knew what you were signing up for. What you didn’t expect to happen was for everything between you both to come crumbling down, leaving you pinned beneath the rubble and Shota not even realizing it.

Tags/Warnings ~ Minors DNI, NSFW content, Inspired by Nicotine by Panic at the Disco, hurt no comfort, angst, failed relationship, past relationship neglect, cursing, break up, sad ending, use of Y/N

Note ~ Hey Lovelies, I wrote this one night when I was craving some angst, lol. I did include some of the lyrics from Nicotine, sorry if it's cringe. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy the read? It is very angst forward so.. I don't know.. trigger warning..? Love and appreciate you, Lovelies! <3

You had shown up to his apartment not long after he called..

Again.

As soon as you were through the door, the two of you had dove right into sloppily making out and pawing off each other’s clothing..

Again.

You two had taken your heaving chests, kiss bitten lips, panted moans, and lust heated bodies straight to his bedroom without having a proper conversation beforehand..

Again!

You let out a loud moan, your orgasm taking over your mind, as Shota gives one last thrust and groans into your mouth in one last open-mouthed sloppy kiss as he cums. He stays on top of you for a moment, lazily making out with you, before he slowly pulls out and flops onto his back next to you.

As you both lay there panting and coming down from your highs you close your eyes. Shota slowly gets up, tying off the condom and heading to the bathroom to throw it away and clean himself up.

The post-orgasm clarity hits you and the feeling of disappointment fills you as you sit up. You let out a heavy sigh as you rub your hands over your still flushed face and swing your legs over the side of the bed. Your eyes scan the floor for your clothes, more negative and heavy emotions stacking themselves on top of the disappointment. Collecting your clothes from off of the floor, you start to get dressed.

“What are you doing?” Shota asks from the doorway of the bathroom, startling you a bit.

You don’t turn around to face him because you know that his face is either it’s usual tired disinterest or it’s occasional tired confusion.

“I’m getting dressed.” You state, attempting to make your tone blank and void of emotion.

“That much was obvious, (Y/N). Why are you getting dressed?” He says, his tone slightly more irritated than normal.

“This was a mistake, Shota.” You bite out, already feeling the sting of tears in your eyes.

You feel the bed dip behind you and hear Shota let out an exasperated breath as he sits down heavily.

“You said that the last three times we.. did this. I don’t understand what the problem i-”

“The problem is that we are stuck in this horrible on and off situation, Shota. I.. I can’t do it anymore..” You say, cutting him off and trying so desperately to keep your tone controlled and even.

“The only reason we’re ‘on and off’ is because you thought that being with a Pro Hero who also teaches full-time would be a walk in the fucking park, (Y/N).” Shota angrily spits, both of you still sitting with your backs facing each other.

A bitter rage floods your body and you lose the will to hold back any longer, “I never thought that, Shota! I knew it would be difficult but I was ready to put in the effort required to make it fucking work! I poured so much effort int-”

“I did, t-” Shota’s raised voice cut you off but you only let him get those couple of words out before doing the same.

“In the beginning you did, yes! But where did it go, Shota?!” You yell, turning around to face him.

“(Y/N)..” He growls out but you don’t let him get any further, once again, as everything that you’ve been trying to bury bubbles out of you.

“It’s been a year since our last date! A fucking year! All we do anymore is sleep, fuck, and go to work! I can barely remember the last meal we shared together! I fucking understood what it was that I had signed up for but it got to a point where I didn’t even feel like we were in a relationship anymore!” You continue yelling, your whole body heated from anger and tears streaming down your face.

“Y- you’re.. You’re worse than nicotine, Shota! I keep telling myself ‘one more hit and then we’re through’ but I can’t fucking stay away from you! It’s like I can constantly taste you on my lips and I can’t get rid of you! Every single day, whether I’m with or without you, fucking hurts!” Your yells crumble into choked sobs and you bury your face into your hands.

Shota is standing across from you, the bed between you both, just staring at you in silence. His eyes are the slightest bit shiny, his face is scrunched up as if he is in pain, and it’s the most emotion that you’ve seen on his face in a year. His mouth opens and closes a few times but no words come out. You compose yourself enough to look up at him with a heated glare.

“Did you even love me back the same way I loved you, Shota?” You ask bitterly. You’re met with more silence and nod your head with a dry, humorless chuckle.

“We’re done for real this time, Aizawa. Don’t fucking call me again.” You spit out as you gather the rest of your stuff and make your way out of his apartment.

You sit in your car for a few minutes screaming and choking on hard sobs over the pain of your heart shattering. “This was the last fucking time!! I fucking swear it!!”  You scream at your steering wheel, praying to any and every higher power that may be out there to give you the strength to resist getting one more fucking hit.

Note ~ Someone please tell me that I am not the only one who will actively seek out angst, sometimes.. Is it healthy? Probably not. Will I continue to look for or write angst? Yes. Anyways, thank you all so much for the love! My amazing Lovelies, I love and appreciate all of you! <3

[maroonswan]

I feel like villian!Bakugo Katsuki would break up with you in the worst way: he never does.

He just disappears from your life.

Doesn't answer your calls or texts.

Never reaches out to you again.

You're just left there staring at your phone at night for weeks on end wondering what you did wrong, shocked that he chose to do this, that for you he's just gone.

[atlasofoverthinking]

so i was listening to taylor swift

as one does

and for some reason i was playing loml on loop and started wondering which fictional character i could associate it too

and then i just

“i wish i could un-recall how we almost had it all”

[thebunnednun]

Good Luck, Babe!

Momo Yaoyorozu x Jirou Kyouka

Summary: In the years following their graduation from UA, Momo Yaoyorozu and Kyouka Jiro struggle with unspoken feelings while running a hero agency together. Misunderstandings arise when Momo's accidental kiss with Shoto Todoroki sparks rumors, leading to Jiro's brief fling with Denki Kaminari. Momo and Todoroki's engagement announcement on Christmas Eve further strains their bond, culminating in an emotional performance by Jiro at a holiday party. Day's later, Momo leaves to start a new agency with Todoroki, and both women reflect on their regrets.

Song: Good Luck, Babe! By Chappell Roan

I do NOT own the music or artwork!

Another story in honor of me reaching 100 followers! Thank you guys!! <<33 ╰(＾3＾)╯

On with the Show!!~

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It was finally Senior year. 

The battle had ended, but the scars of war remained etched in their hearts. Class 1-A sat in their familiar classroom, the air tinged with anticipation as they awaited Aizawa's arrival. Senior year had begun, marking a new phase in their journey as heroes. Aizawa's entrance was as understated as ever, his tired eyes sweeping over the class before settling on the whiteboard.

"It’s your final year," Aizawa began, his voice cutting through the quiet chatter. "You've all come a long way, but don't let that get to your heads. The hero world has changed, and your next steps will determine your futures. Stay focused, serious, and remember, your actions reflect on your efforts."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before nodding towards Momo and Iida, who stood ready with stacks of papers.

"Yaoyorozu, Iida, distribute the agency lists."

As Momo and Iida moved through the rows, handing out papers detailing agencies seeking new recruits, the class buzzed with excitement and nervous energy. Hero Agencies were reaching out left and right, some even going as far to campus grounds to personally recruit the young heroes. Discussions erupted about which agencies to consider, what specialties to pursue, and how their hero personas would evolve in the coming year.

At Momo's desk, Jiro leaned in, their heads close as they scanned through the list of agencies. "Can you believe how many recruitments we've been offered?" Jiro remarked, a half-smile playing on her lips. "Maybe we should just start our own agencies. We're practically celebrities now."

Momo chuckled softly, but there was a contemplative gleam in her eyes. The idea, initially joked about, lingered in the air as a possibility worth considering.

Tsu and Mina joined them, their cheerful voices adding to the lively atmosphere. "Isn't it crazy how much the media has shaped our lives these past few years?" Tsu commented with a wry grin, remembering some of the more absurd incidents they'd witnessed.

"Yeah, like when Midoria stopped traffic to help turtles cross the road," Mina added, giggling. "Or when Bakugou slipped on those hotdogs during a chase!"

Laughter rippled through the classroom, easing the tension of senior year's expectations. But Momo's demeanor shifted slightly when Todoroki's name was mentioned in passing.

Tsu noticed the change. "Hey, Momo, everything okay?" she asked with a hint of concern.

Mina chimed in, her tone teasing. "Oh, is it because you and Todoroki are the new favorite media ‘couple?’"

Jiro's smile faltered imperceptibly at the mention of coupling. While she cherished her friendship with Momo, jealousy gnawed at her heart.  a feeling she struggled to define or admit even to herself amidst their shared successes.

Momo caught the shift in Jiro's demeanor, her own thoughts wandering. "It's not just about the media," Momo said quietly, drawing Jiro's attention. "I admire Todoroki's dedication and skill, but..."

Her voice trailed off, uncertainty clouding her expression. Jiro's gaze softened, sensing Momo's unspoken turmoil. The weight of senior year's expectations, coupled with their evolving relationships and public scrutiny, cast a shadow over their once carefree camaraderie.

As Tsu and Mina continued chatting animatedly, Jiro glanced at Momo, who seemed lost in thought. A pang of uncertainty gripped Jiro's chest. “Hey, how about we get away this weekend? Just you and me and the sun?” Momo instantly perked up at this. “I would love that.”

They had planned an outing to the beach, a simple escape to relieve the mounting stress of hero training and media scrutiny.

Under the bright afternoon sun, they strolled along the shoreline, bare feet sinking into the warm sand. Momo's laughter carried on the breeze as she bent down to pick a vibrant cluster of wildflowers, her smile radiant against the backdrop of the azure sea.

Jiro grinned, her own worries momentarily forgotten as she teased Momo about her flower-picking technique. "You're supposed to gently twist them from the stem, not yank them out like you're battling a villain," she quipped, earning a playful swat from Momo.

They settled on a secluded spot, spreading out a blanket under the shade of a sturdy palm tree. Momo unpacked a picnic basket while Jiro stretched out lazily, soaking in the tranquility of the moment.

Momo's fingers danced over the contents of the basket, revealing an array of sandwiches and snacks she had meticulously prepared earlier that morning. "Hope you're hungry," she said with a grin, handing Jiro a sandwich wrapped in wax paper.

Jiro accepted it with a grateful nod, settling back onto the blanket. "Thanks, Mo. You didn't have to go all out like this."

Momo shrugged modestly, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "You know I can’t resist."

As they ate, their conversation meandered through lighter topics—class gossip, plans for the upcoming summer break, and the absurdities of hero life captured by the media.

“I felt so bad for Kirishima when he called himself ‘The Rock Hard Hero’ and everyone ran with it.”

“That was pretty bad. How about when that reporter accidentally knocked over Toru because he didn’t see her?” 

Their laughter echoed in the distance, mingling with the sound of crashing waves. Jiro glanced over at Momo, noticing the way her friend's smile faltered slightly at the mention of Todoroki.

"You okay?" Jiro asked softly, nudging Momo's foot with her own under the blanket.

Momo's gaze drifted to the horizon, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. "Yeah, just thinking about what Aizawa said earlier. Senior year and all that—it's starting to hit home."

Jiro nodded in understanding, sensing the weight of their impending decisions about future agencies and careers. "We've come a long way since our first day at UA."

Momo chuckled softly. "Tell me about it. Remember when we thought making it through the entrance exam was the hardest part?"

"Yeah," Jiro agreed with a wistful smile. "And now we're choosing agencies and figuring out the rest of our lives."

Their conversation drifted into a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the distant cries of seagulls and the gentle rustling of palm fronds in the breeze. Jiro leaned back, her eyes drifting shut as she savored the rare tranquility.

“Hey,”

“Yeah?”

“I have something to ask you..”

The peace shattered abruptly as Momo's phone rang, startling them both out of their reverie. Todoroki's name flashed on the screen, and Momo's expression shifted from relaxation to concern.

"It's Todoroki," she murmured, her voice laced with reluctance as she answered the call.

Jiro watched quietly as Momo's shoulders tensed, her gaze fixed on the horizon as she listened intently to the details of a villain they had apprehended together. A trial was approaching, and Momo's testimony was crucial.

"It’s okay. I'll come with you," Jiro offered quietly, sensing Momo's hesitation to leave their impromptu escape. "Thank you, I’m sorry. Here, I'll drive," Momo replied, packing up their things with practiced efficiency.

Once in the car, Jiro sighed and glanced at the clear blue sky above them. "Mind if I open the sunroof? I want to soak in a few more minutes of this sunshine."

Momo smiled softly, nodding in agreement. "Go ahead."

With a few taps, the sunroof slid open, flooding the car with warmth and light. Jiro climbed up, stretching out beneath the open sky with a contented sigh. Spreading her arms out on either side of her, she could feel the wind tousle her hair as Momo turned on the radio, filling the car with a familiar tune.

Momo's voice joined the music softly, her eyes fixed on the road ahead as she sang along. Jiro closed her eyes, letting the melody wash over her, momentarily forgetting the impending trial and the complexities of their lives.

It's fine, it's cool

You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth

And guess I'm the fool

With her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof

The weather shifted subtly, gray clouds rolling in to obscure the once brilliant sun. Jiro watched the changing sky, a sense of melancholy tugging at her heart. She hugged herself instinctively, crossing her arms over her chest for comfort as the warmth dissipated.

"Momo, do you think it'll rain?" Jiro called out over the wind rushing through the sunroof.

Momo glanced up at the darkening sky, her voice carrying a hint of regret. "Maybe. You should come inside soon."

Reluctantly, Jiro nodded, closing the sunroof as they approached the courthouse. The echoes of their carefree afternoon faded with each passing mile, replaced once more by the weight of their responsibilities as heroes.

The courthouse waiting room hummed with a subdued energy as Jiro sat, absently doodling music notes in her notebook. The soft scratch of her pencil on paper was the only sound until another voice broke through her thoughts.

"Hey, Jiro! Fancy seeing you here," Denki's cheerful voice rang out, drawing Jiro's attention. He strolled into the room with an easy grin, his presence injecting a welcome dose of levity into the tense atmosphere.

Jiro's lips curved into a smile as she closed her notebook, tucking it protectively under her arm. "Hey, Denki. Just here waiting for Momo. What are you doing here?"

Denki shrugged nonchalantly, leaning against the wall beside her. "Oh, you know, the usual. Villains, trials, the works. But I see you've been writing new music. Anything you can share?"

Jiro's cheeks warmed with a hint of embarrassment. "Not yet. It's still a work in progress."

Denki nodded understandingly. "Fair enough. I can't wait to hear it when it's ready."

Their conversation was interrupted by a soft, familiar voice drifting from the hallway. "Baby, you're such a sweetheart," Momo cooed, her tone filled with affection.

What-

Jiro's curiosity piqued, and she stood up, motioning for Denki to follow her. He trailed after her, looking slightly puzzled but intrigued.

Peering around the corner, Jiro spotted Momo standing with Todoroki and a woman Jiro assumed was his sister, who cradled a small cat in her arms. The shelter had called Todoroki's sister to ask if he could take in the stray they had found, as no one else wanted to adopt him.

After Todoroki's sister finished explaining about the cat, Todoroki stood there quietly, his demeanor composed as ever. Momo, however, detected a subtle shift in his expression, one that spoke of a quiet satisfaction beneath his stoic exterior.

"He seems to like him," Momo's face lit up with a gentle smile as she reached out to stroke the cat's fur. "Look at him! He's such a baby!" she remarked fondly.

Todoroki's expression softened imperceptibly, though his demeanor remained cool and composed. "We'll take him to the vet first thing tomorrow. Thanks for bringing him over, sis," he said, grateful.

“And thank you for showing up so quickly for the trial, Yaoyorozu."

“No worries, Todoroki.”

Todoroki nodded in acknowledgment before turning to Jiro with a polite nod. "Sorry for interrupting your time together."

Jirou waved off his apology with a good-natured smile. "It's fine, really."

Denki sidled up beside Jiro, grinning at the sight of the cat. "Aw, he's adorable! What's his name?"

Todoroki's sister chuckled softly. "He doesn't have one yet. We'll figure that out soon."

“Good luck with the cat!"

Denki, who had been listening with interest, chimed in cheerfully. "Yeah, good luck! Cats are awesome."

Todoroki's sister smiled warmly at them all. "Thank you. Have a good night, everyone."

With that, Todoroki and his sister bid farewell, disappearing down the hallway together.

Jirou watched them go with a thoughtful expression before turning to Momo, who was still gently stroking the cat. "That was unexpected."

Momo chuckled softly. "Yeah, it was. But I guess saving cats is part of Jirou a hero too."

Jiro nodded in agreement, a small smile playing on her lips. "Definitely."

As they headed back to their seats in the waiting room, Denki checked his phone and grinned. "Jiro like Sero's calling me. I should catch up with him. See you later, Jiro, Momo!"

He waved goodbye and hurried off down the hallway, leaving Jirou and Momo alone once more.

Momo glanced at Jiro, her expression thoughtful. "Ready to head out?"

Jiro nodded, falling into step beside her friend as they made their way through the courthouse, their thoughts drifting back to the evening's unexpected encounter with Todoroki.

Jiro ears perked up, “Is Sero with you?”

Denki nodded, flashing a smile. “Yeah, he’s here. Hey man, where did you go?”

A voice echoed down the hallway, “Over yonder!”

Denki laughed, and with a slight wave of his hand, called out, “Sero, over here!”

Sero jogged over, greeting the girls with a warm smile. “Hello, ladies,” he said, his tone friendly and upbeat.

They all made their way out of the courthouse and into the well-lit parking lot. The night air was cool, and the lights above cast a soft glow on the concrete. When they reached Momo's car, Denki turned to Jirou, giving her a fist bump. “Catch you later,” he said with a grin, then waved to Momo. “Goodnight, Momo!”

Sero nodded, adding his own goodbye. “Have a good night, you two.” With a playful glint in their eyes, Denki and Sero dashed off, running the short distance across the parking lot to Sero’s car.

Jiro and Momo couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. Just as they were about to get into their own car, Jirou’s phone lit up with Denki’s name. She answered it, laughter still in her voice. “Hey, Denki. What’s up?”

Denki’s voice came through the speaker, feigning fear. “Don’t laugh, Kyouka! It’s scary out here. Who’s gonna protect me?”

Jiro rolled her eyes, still chuckling. “You’re both pro heroes!” she exclaimed, amused by their antics.

Sero’s laughter could be heard in the background, and he chimed in with a teasing tone. “Don’t worry, baby.~ I’ll be your savior of the night!”

As she spoke, she and Momo could see Sero’s car rocking back and forth. The silhouettes inside showed the two boys play-fighting, their laughter and mock screams filling the air.

Jiro shook her head, smiling at the playful scene. “Those two are unbelievable.”

Momo nodded, her own smile wide. “Definitely.” 

Momo and Jiro were breathless from laughter, tears streaming down their faces as they heard Denki’s voice over the phone. “I SAID GET AWAY FROM ME, BRO!” he yelled.

“I’LL PROTECT YOU, PAPI CHULO!” Sero’s voice boomed in response, causing a fit of screaming from the girls.

Momo managed to start the car, still chuckling, and drove up to the boys. They saw Sero making exaggerated kissy faces at Denki, who was brandishing a water bottle like a weapon. Momo rolled down her window, and Sero did the same.

“Hello, ladies,” Sero greeted with mock formality. “Fine night we’re having. How may we help you?”

Denki, making desperate faces, silently pleaded for help. Momo smirked, playing along. “Oh, just enjoying the view. Seems like you’re having quite the adventure.”

“Oh, you know,” Sero replied, winking. “Just a regular night of hero business. Keeping the streets safe.”

As Denki tried to make his escape, Sero noticed and quickly locked the doors. Denki, undeterred, threw himself out of the window. Sero, mid-banter with Momo, exclaimed, “Oh no, you don’t, Pookie!” He lunged to grab Denki’s legs, but Denki wriggled free, kicking and screaming.

Denki managed to drop out of the window, landing with a thud on the pavement. He scrambled to his feet and darted behind Sero’s car, then, with surprising agility, jumped onto the roof of Momo’s car. “DRIVE, DAMN IT, DRIVE!” he shouted, pounding on the roof.

Momo, barely able to contain her laughter, floored it. Jirou, still giggling, reached up and pulled Denki in through the sunroof. Sero, not to be outdone, started his car and followed them, waving something out of his window as he drove.

Denki tumbled into the backseat, breathless and grinning. “Thanks for the save,” he panted.

Jirou quirked an eyebrow at him, noting his attire. “Really?” she asked, smirking. Denki, now blushing, was clad in nothing but his ironic Pikachu boxers.

“They were on sale!” he protested, trying to look dignified.

Momo slowed down, shaking her head in amusement. “You’re unbelievable, Denki.”

As they pulled up to Sero’s car, Sero rolled down his window. “You can always come back babe!~” 

“Shut the fuck up!” 

“Calm down Bakugou!”

He called, laughing as Denki dove headfirst through the window and into the passenger seat, snatching his pants. “Damn Kaminari, Back that ass up!” Jiro realized she was crying as she wiped her eyes and tried to breathe. 

“Don’t worry, ladies,” Sero said, still laughing. “We’ve got him under control. Have a good night!”

Momo and Jiro waved, still laughing, as they drove away.

As Momo drove away, the laughter from their escapade with Denki and Sero slowly faded, leaving a comfortable silence between her and Jiro. The night air was cool, and the rhythmic hum of the engine provided a soothing backdrop.

Jiro glanced at Momo, her expression thoughtful. "You know," she started, her voice soft, "tonight was fun. It's good to laugh like that."

Momo smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah, it was. We needed that." She kept her gaze on the road, but Jiro could sense something was on her mind.

"Hey, Momo," Jiro said, leaning back in her seat. "Have you ever thought about what happens after all this? Like, after we graduate?"

Momo's grip tightened on the steering wheel. "I try not to think too far ahead. There's so much happening now... it's overwhelming sometimes."

Jiro nodded, understanding. "I get it. But... what about us?"

Momo glanced at her, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. "Us?"

"Yeah, I mean... our friendship. It's not exactly... conventional, is it?" Jiro's heart pounded as she spoke, her feelings hanging in the balance.

Momo sighed, her eyes softening. "No, it's not. But I don't think I'd want it any other way." She reached over and took Jiro's hand, squeezing it gently. "We've been through so much together. You've always been there for me, Jiro."

Jiro's heart swelled at Momo's words. "And you for me. I guess... I just worry sometimes. About what might change."

Momo's gaze returned to the road, her expression contemplative. "Change is inevitable, but some things... some things can last." She turned to Jiro, a small smile playing on her lips. "Like us."

Jiro felt a warmth spread through her chest, a reassurance she hadn't realized she needed. "Forever?"

"Always," Momo replied, her voice firm yet tender.

They drove off into the night, their hands clasped together, finding comfort in the unspoken promise between them. The future was uncertain, but in that moment, they had each other, and that was enough.

I don't wanna call it off

But you don't wanna call it love

You only wanna be the one that I call "baby"

A few years had passed since that unforgettable night. Everyone had graduated and settled into their hero lives. Jiro and Momo had followed through with their plan, starting their own agency. However, as time went on, the demands of their careers had made it increasingly difficult to spend time together. The spark that once defined their friendship seemed to have dimmed.

Jiro still continued to make music and after one of Jiro's gigs, they found themselves at a bar, slamming down drinks. The atmosphere was different, a tension lingering in the air. The television above the bar blared with a news report about a recent villain takedown by Momo and Todoroki, and the dating rumors surrounding them were more rampant than ever.

Jiro took a sip of her drink, glancing at the screen. "They're really going all out with this, huh?" she remarked, her tone light but her eyes betraying her concern.

Momo sighed, her fingers drumming against her glass. "Yeah, it's been exhausting. I don't like all the negative attention, and my family is starting to pressure me into pursuing a relationship."

Jiro frowned, feeling a pang of jealousy and protectiveness. "That's not fair. You shouldn't have to deal with that."

Momo shrugged, her expression weary. "It's part of the job, I suppose. But it feels like... like they're trying to define my life for me."

Jiro nodded, understanding all too well. "I get it. Sometimes it feels like we're just playing roles, not living our own lives."

Momo looked at Jiro, her eyes searching. "Do you ever feel like that? Like we're holding back?"

Jiro hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, I do. It's like there's this invisible barrier between us now. We're not the same as we used to be."

Momo's gaze softened. "I miss how things used to be, Jiro. When it was just us against the world."

Jiro reached out, placing a hand over Momo's. "Me too. But maybe we can find a way back to that. We just have to be honest with each other."

Momo nodded, squeezing Jiro's hand. "You're right. We've been through too much together to let this drift apart."

Jiro looked at Momo with concern, her brow furrowing. "Have you tried telling them you don't have time?"

Momo nodded, frustration evident in her eyes. "I have, but they don't believe me. Especially since I continued to go to school and got my Doctorate in Justice last year."

Jiro took a sip of her drink, the liquid burning slightly as it went down. "Do you have feelings for Todoroki?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible over the background noise.

Momo shook her head, her expression conflicted. "I'm not really sure. It seems like we work together more than ever, but I don't know if it's more than that."

Jiro reached out, placing a comforting hand on Momo's. For the first time in a long while, it felt like they were really talking, getting back into that old familiar flow. They shared their thoughts and feelings openly, bridging the gap that had grown between them.

Just as the conversation deepened, the door to the bar swung open, and Todoroki walked in. His presence was a stark contrast to the intimate setting, his icy demeanor drawing a few glances. “Oh, he’s our driver for tonight.” Momo, having had a few drinks, tried to get down from her stool to greet him. Her vision blurred slightly, and she stumbled, her body slipping off the barstool.

"Whoa, careful there," Jiro started, but before she could react, Todoroki moved to catch Momo. In a clumsy attempt to steady her, their lips accidentally met. Jiro, who was paying the tab, missed the mishap.

Jiro turned back just in time to see Todoroki helping Momo stand up, her cheeks flushed from both the alcohol and the embarrassment. "She's never had more than two cups of wine," Jiro commented, trying to lighten the mood with a chuckle.

As they left the bar, the cool night air wrapped around them. They held hands as they walked to the car, the city lights casting a soft glow on their intertwined fingers as Todoroki trailed quietly behind them. 

Outside, Jiro helped Momo into Todoroki’s car, her heart heavy with an unspoken concern. "Forever?" Jiro asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Always," Momo replied, their hands finding each other in a familiar grip. The ride back was quiet but comfortable, both lost in their thoughts with Shoto at the wheel. 

Unbeknownst to them, undercover paparazzi had been lurking in the bar, their cameras capturing the incident from various angles. The flash of a camera went unnoticed amidst the dim lighting and bustling atmosphere.

The next morning, the news outlets were plastered with shots of Momo and Todoroki kissing, the headlines sensationalizing their hero names and suggesting a romantic involvement. The photos made it look like Todoroki was lifting Momo up for a kiss, the narrative spiraling out of control.

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

The aftermath of the incident hit hard. Everyone associated with Momo, including Jiro, and their agency (including Tsuyu and Mina), found themselves under relentless harassment. The media frenzy had become unbearable, and Momo was beside herself with frustration and despair. She couldn’t just cry and lay it all out on national TV, but hiding from her family and friends wasn't an option either.

At their shared agency office, the atmosphere was tense. Momo sat at her desk, her hands trembling as she read through another barrage of accusatory messages and intrusive questions from the press. She felt trapped, unable to find a way out of this mess. Her mind drifted back to the conversation she had with Jiro at the bar, the one time she felt they were truly reconnecting. Now, it seemed like a cruel joke.

Tsuyu and Mina were there too, trying their best to comfort Momo. Tsuyu placed a gentle hand on Momo's shoulder, her voice soothing. "Momo-chan, we're here for you, kero. We'll get through this together."

Jiro, on the other hand, was equally distraught. She watched Momo from a distance, feeling a deep ache in her chest. 

The conversation they had seemed meaningless now, overshadowed by the scandal. Jiro wanted to be there for Momo, but she felt hurt and confused. The media's portrayal of Momo and Todoroki together made her feel like an outsider, like their moment of connection had been erased.

Mina, with her characteristic energy, tried to lift the mood. "Yeah, Momo! Screw those reporters. They don't know the real you. We're a team, and we've got your back!"

Despite their efforts, Momo couldn't shake off the despair. She managed a weak smile, grateful for their support, but the weight of the situation was crushing. Jiro, unable to bear the pain any longer, slipped away to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and sank to the floor, letting the tears flow freely. 

She felt guilty for not being able to be strong for Momo, for not being able to handle the situation better. She wanted to support her, but her own feelings of hurt and betrayal were overwhelming.

"I just need some air," Jiro whispered to herself, wiping her tears away. She pulled out her phone and hesitated for a moment before calling Denki. His cheerful voice on the other end brought a slight comfort.

"Hey Jiro! What's up?" Denki's voice was a mix of concern and warmth.

"Denki, can we hang out? I just need to get away for a bit," Jiro said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Of course, Kyouka. Where do you want to meet?" Denki replied without hesitation.

"Anywhere but here," Jiro sighed, feeling a bit lighter knowing that Denki would be there for her.

They decided to meet at a quiet café they used to frequent during their school days. Jiro took a deep breath, composed herself, and left the bathroom. She told Momo, Tsuyu, and Mina she needed to step out for a while. Momo looked at her with tired eyes but nodded, understanding that Jiro needed some space.

Months had passed since the scandal broke out, and the dust had started to settle. Everyone at the agency had been pushing through their work, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy. One evening, after everyone else had left the office, Jiro and Momo found themselves alone, sharing a rare moment of quiet together.

They sat across from each other, the silence filled with unspoken words. Jiro, twirling a pen between her fingers, finally broke the silence. "Momo, if you were thinking about doing anything crazy, you'd tell me, right?"

Momo looked up, a faint, sad smile playing on her lips. "Of course, Kyouka."

But the next day, everything changed. Momo and Todoroki announced their official relationship in the media, sparking a whirlwind of attention. Jiro felt a sharp pang of betrayal and hurt. She couldn't understand why Momo hadn't confided in her.

At the office, Jiro confronted Momo, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why didn't you tell me, Momo? You said you would."

Momo looked uncomfortable, her eyes avoiding Jiro's. "It just happened."

Jiro took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. "Do you like him?"

"What? Of course I do," Momo replied, her confusion evident.

"No," Jiro pressed, her voice more insistent. "I mean, do you actually like him? Like, do you like him in the way you like a friend? Or do you like him the way you like me?"

Momo's eyes widened, and she looked taken aback. The question hung heavy in the air between them, laden with years of unspoken feelings and unresolved emotions.

"Mo, answer me," Jiro said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Momo's expression softened, and she looked away, unable to meet Jiro's gaze. "I... I don't know. I admire him, and I respect him. But..."

"But what, Momo?" Jiro's voice was filled with a mixture of hope and despair.

"But I don't know if I feel the same way about him as I did about you," Momo admitted, her voice breaking.

Jiro felt a lump form in her throat. "Then why, Mo? Why didn't you tell me?"

Momo sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Because I thought... I thought it might be better this way. Less complicated. I wanted to try to move on."

"Move on from what?" Jiro asked, her voice trembling.

"From us," Momo whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

The weight of Momo's words hit Jiro hard. The conversation halted, it felt like they were both walking on eggshells, afraid to say too much or too little. 

“Oh.”

In the weeks that followed, their interactions became increasingly strained and limited to work-related matters. The easy camaraderie and bond they had once shared were now overshadowed by a lingering sense of betrayal and unresolved feelings. Both women struggled to navigate the new dynamic, the spark that once lit up their friendship now reduced to a flicker.

And so, they drifted apart, each carrying the weight of what could have been, their hearts heavy with unspoken words and lost opportunities. The world moved on, but the pain of that night and the choices made lingered, a silent reminder of a bond that had been shattered and could never be the same again.

Good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Jiro stood beneath the warm spray of the shower, the steam curling around her. Her mind raced with thoughts of what had just transpired with Denki, their passionate encounter leaving her conflicted and raw. Droplets of water cascaded down her skin, but they couldn't wash away the turmoil inside.

As she dried her hair, she muttered softly to herself, a bitter acknowledgment of the complexities in her life. The affair with Denki was intense, bordering on the kind of emotion that was both exhilarating and daunting.

"It's not fair," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the bathroom vent. She leaned against the counter, staring at herself in the mirror. Despite the steam, her reflection looked back at her with uncertainty.

Jiro wrapped the towel tighter around herself and moved to their shared office with Momo, keeping the door closed. The atmosphere between them had been tense lately, not just because of her newfound intimacy with Denki, but also because of unspoken emotions lingering between her and Momo.

I'm cliché, who cares?

It's a sexually explicit kind of love affair

And I cry, it's not fair

I just need a little lovin', I just need a little air

"Think I'm gonna call it off," Jiro murmured to herself, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the tv remote. She glanced at the news as a  pang of nostalgia and guilt tug at her heart. She liked Denki, enjoyed his company, but the weight of commitment felt heavy on her shoulders.

"I just need someone,” she admitted softly, sinking into the couch. Her thoughts drifted to Momo and Todoroki, their recent announcement and the media frenzy that followed. Jiro felt a twinge of jealousy and longing, missing the raven haired woman.

Her eyes welled with tears as she closed them, the room around her feeling suffocatingly silent. Again, thoughts of Denki filled her mind. Jiro was a hypocrite. She knew it, she didn’t like him the way she liked Momo, she loved Momo. 

Maybe in time she could learn to love him? Jiro needed clarity, to untangle the threads of her heart and find where her true feelings lay. For now, she was adrift in a sea of uncertainty, longing for someone who could understand her deeply and love her, through it all.

Think I'm gonna call it off

Even if you call it love

I just wanna love someone who calls me "baby"

Seven months had slipped by in a blur of missions, paperwork, and lingering tensions at the agency. Christmas Eve arrived with a bitter chill that matched the frostiness in Jiro's heart. The news of Todoroki and Momo's engagement had swept through the hero community like a sudden storm, leaving everyone stunned by its swiftness. What had begun as rumors weeks ago was now reality—a reality that Jiro struggled to accept.

The media frenzy was relentless. Cameras flashed outside the agency, reporters clamored for interviews, and speculations ran wild. "Is there a little hero on the way?" the headlines teased, igniting a firestorm of gossip and intrusive inquiries. Todoroki, ever stoic, shut down those rumors with a terse statement, but the scrutiny only intensified. Security at the agency was bolstered to keep the paparazzi at bay, leaving everyone on edge.

In the midst of this chaos, Momo wore a ring that sparkled conspicuously on her finger—a ring the size of a large strawberry, a testament to the seriousness of their relationship. It was a sight Jiro couldn't bear to see, each glint of the diamond weighing heavily on her heart.

On Christmas Eve, the agency was quieter than usual. The decorations twinkled half-heartedly in the dimmed lights, and the usual festive cheer felt forced. Jiro found herself lingering in the common area, avoiding the jubilant celebrations happening elsewhere in the building. She nursed a cup of lukewarm cocoa, its sweetness a stark contrast to the bitter taste in her mouth.

She glanced at Momo's office door, closed as it had been for weeks now. The distance between them had grown, a gulf widening with each passing day since that night at the bar. They had spoken about their feelings, about the complexities of their relationship, but it hadn't brought them closer—it had only highlighted the rift that had formed.

A knock at the door pulled Jiro from her thoughts. Tsuyu and Mina stood in the doorway, their expressions a mix of concern and tentative hope. Tsuyu's calm demeanor contrasted with Mina's more animated worry.

"Jiro, are you okay?" Tsuyu asked softly, her voice a soothing balm against Jiro's turmoil.

Jiro managed a weak smile. "Yeah, just... processing," she replied, her voice betraying more than she intended. Mina stepped forward, her concern palpable. "It's tough, I know," she said gently, her hand reaching out to touch Jiro's arm in a gesture of comfort.

Jiro sighed, looking down at her cocoa. "I never thought... I just..." She struggled to find the words, the ache in her chest tightening with each syllable. 

Tsuyu nodded understandingly. "Sometimes, things change in ways we never expect," she offered quietly.

Mina nodded in agreement. "And it hurts, especially when you care so deeply."

Silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. Jiro's gaze drifted to Momo's closed door again, a pang of longing mingling with regret. She had missed her friend, missed their easy camaraderie, missed the warmth of their shared moments.

"I just don't understand why she didn't tell me," Jiro whispered finally, her voice cracking with emotion. "I thought... I thought we were past keeping secrets."

Tsuyu placed a comforting hand on Jiro's shoulder. "Maybe she didn't know how to say it," she suggested gently. "Or maybe she was afraid of how you'd react."

Jiro sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping. "Maybe," she murmured, her gaze fixed on the ring-less finger gripping the cup.

The Christmas lights flickered above them, casting gentle shadows across the room. Outside, snow began to fall, softening the harsh edges of the cityscape beyond the windows.

"Whatever happens," Mina said softly, her voice breaking the silence, "you know we're here for you, Jiro. We'll get through this together."

Jiro managed a small nod, grateful for their support even as uncertainty gnawed at her heart. She took a deep breath, steeling herself against the ache, against the questions that lingered unanswered.

As the night wore on, Jiro found herself alone in the quiet office, her thoughts drifting to what lay ahead. The Christmas tree shimmered in the corner, a symbol of hope amid the shadows. Yet, as the clock struck midnight, all she could see was the glint of that oversized ring, a reminder of everything that had changed—and everything that would never be the same again.

--

Christmas had arrived and with it, the day of Momo and Todoroki's wedding. Snow cast a fragile veil of cheer over the city. Despite the bitter cold outside, the grand hall they booked out was warm with festive lights and laughter. It was meant to be a night of celebration, of camaraderie among friends and colleagues, yet for Jirou, the weight of recent events hung heavy on her heart.

The morning sun streamed through the windows of the bridal suite with a brilliance that felt almost cruel to Jirou, casting a golden glow over everything it touched. Jirou stood by Momo’s side, her heart heavy yet proud, her bittersweet smile barely masking the turmoil within. As Momo slipped on the perfect white dress, spinning slowly to admire herself in the mirror, Jirou felt an ache so deep it almost stole her breath.

Momo was breathtaking. Her hair, pinned back with delicate pearls, framed her face beautifully, while her eyes sparkled with joy and a touch of nervous excitement. The dress, a masterpiece of satin and lace, flowed around her like a whisper, the train trailing elegantly behind. She looked every bit the radiant bride, and Jiro's heart twisted painfully at the sight. She wished, more than anything, that Momo was donning this dress for her.

“Jirou, can you help with the veil?” Momo’s voice pulled her from her reverie, sweet and soft as always, yet tinged with the excitement of the day.

“Of course,” Jiro managed, her voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the delicate fabric, each touch a reminder of what could never be.

As the ceremony approached, it took everything in Jiro not to cry. Walking down the aisle as maid of honor, each step felt heavy, the weight of her emotions almost unbearable. The faces of friends and family blurred around her, their smiles and happy tears a stark contrast to the turmoil inside her.

She kept her eyes forward, refusing to let them drift towards the man she couldn't help but resent. Todoroki stood at the altar, his face a picture of calm anticipation. Jiro tried not to hate him, but it was a losing battle.

But nothing compared to the gut-wrenching sight of Momo walking down the aisle, radiant and ethereal.

When the music swelled and Momo appeared at the end of the aisle, arm-in-arm with her father, Jiro's breath hitched. Momo moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, her smile lighting up the entire room. The delicate snowflakes that dusted her veil sparkled under the soft lights, creating a halo effect that made her look angelic. Jiro's heart ached, each beat pounding with painful longing and unfulfilled dreams.

During the ceremony, Jiro felt herself drift away. In her daydream, she was the one standing beside Momo, not Todoroki. She imagined herself objecting, her voice strong and clear, when the officiant asked if anyone had any reasons to stop the marriage. Or better yet, Momo, unable to hold back her true feelings, confessing her love for Jiro and taking Jiro’s hand as they fled the chapel with together, leaving behind a world that could never understand them. The vivid imagery provided a fleeting escape from her heartache.

But the fantasy shattered when the officiant’s voice broke through her thoughts.

“I do,” Momo’s voice rang out clear and certain, a dagger to Jiro’s heart.

“And do you, Todoroki Shoto, take Yaoyorozu Momo to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do,” Todoroki’s voice was equally firm, his gaze steady on Momo.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

You might as well have shot her right there. 

As Momo and Todoroki shared their first kiss as a married couple, something inside Jirou shattered. She felt a part of her soul break away, lost forever. It was an ache she couldn’t describe, a pain that seemed to reach every part of her being.

With a heavy heart, she prepared to perform, because Momo had asked her to. She could never deny Momo anything. The bouquet toss happened early, a whirlwind of activity as the bouquet flew through the air. Denki, ever the charming klutz, caught it with his face, causing a ripple of laughter and cheers.

“Nice catch, Denki!” Sero teased, pretending to be hurt by the flower collision. "When do I get to pick out the ring?"

Todoroki chuckled, his usual stoic expression softened with amusement. Kirishima and Mina fawned over the moment, their faces lit with delight. Tsuyu, Ochako, and Toru, the other bridesmaids, shared amused glances.

Denki, blushing ear to ear, smiled and waved at Jiro, his eyes sparkling with a mix of hope and nerves. Everyone turned to look at them, the silent question hanging in the air. Jiro’s heart twisted, knowing the moment wasn’t about her and Denki, but rather the unresolved feelings she had for Momo.

Jiro couldn’t get a moment alone with Momo amidst the flurry of congratulations and celebrations. Every time she tried, someone else whisked Momo away, leaving Jiro standing on the periphery, watching, waiting. Determined, she decided to make Momo hear her.

She stood backstage, gazing out at the elegantly decorated hall where Denki was engrossed in conversation with Tsuyu and Kirishima. His smile, genuine and bright, offered a fleeting comfort. Jirou turned away, taking a moment to collect herself. The stage lights cast gentle shadows around her, a contrast to the turmoil swirling within.

She couldn't shake the pang of jealousy that had plagued her. It wasn't about ownership or possessiveness—it was about the deep ache of longing for what she had once shared with Momo. They had been more than friends, more than colleagues; they had been confidantes, partners, and companions in a way that defied labels. Now, seeing Momo adorned with Todoroki's ring felt like a stark reminder of what had slipped through her fingers.

"I can't survive on emotional scraps," Jirou whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the hum of chatter from the hall. Guilt gnawed at her for feeling this way, for mourning something that perhaps never truly belonged to her. She understood free will, understood that Momo had the right to pursue her own happiness. Yet, it didn't dull the ache in her chest.

A gentle hand on her shoulder brought her back to the present. It was Denki, his eyes filled with concern and understanding. He squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, offering silent support.

"You've got this," he mouthed, giving her a thumbs-up before returning to the others.

Jirou took a deep breath, steeling herself against the tumult of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. She turned to the band, signaling that she was ready. The familiar chords of the guitar filled the air, anchoring her in the present moment.

As she stepped onto the stage, the warmth of the spotlight enveloped her. The room fell silent, all eyes turning toward her expectantly. Jiro closed her eyes for a brief moment, gathering her thoughts, finding solace in the music that had always been her refuge.

When she opened her eyes again, her gaze swept across the faces of friends, colleagues, and familiar strangers. Among them, she caught a glimpse of Momo and Todoroki, their intertwined hands a stark contrast against the backdrop of twinkling lights.

“This song...,” Jirou started, keeping her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “It says everything I never could.”

Jirou drew a steadying breath, the lyrics flowing from her lips with a rawness and vulnerability she had rarely shown. Each note carried a piece of her soul, each word a confession of unspoken longing and heartache. The music swelled around her, carrying her emotions into the open, laying bare the truth she had been wrestling with.

“You can kiss a hundred boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason,”

As she sang, her gaze inadvertently found Momo's in the crowd. Jiro’s fingers harshly gripped the mic as the dance melody filled the dimly lit pub. 

"When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night..."

Momo's eyes widened in realization, her hand unconsciously gripping the edge of the table. Tsuyu and Mina exchanged worried glances, sensing the tension in the room. Denki, sitting next to them, furrowed his brow in confusion, trying to piece together the meaning behind Jiro's choice of song.

"With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife..."

Sero leaned forward, his expression shifting from curiosity to concern as he glanced between Jiro and Momo. Todoroki, sitting quietly beside Momo, tensed imperceptibly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"And when you think about me, all of those years ago..."

The words hung heavy in the air, resonating with everyone present. Some in the audience began to murmur, realizing the song's personal nature. Momo's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as she struggled to maintain composure.

"You're standing face to face with 'I told you so'..."

Jiro's voice wavered slightly, the raw emotion evident in every note. She continued singing, pouring her heart into the lyrics that inadvertently unveiled the unspoken tensions between them.

"You know I hate to say, 'I told you so'..."

Denki glanced over at Jiro, a flicker of understanding crossing his face as he pieced together the implications. Sero placed a reassuring hand on Mina's shoulder, silently acknowledging the gravity of the moment.

"You can kiss a hundred boys in bars..."

Todoroki's jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on Jiro with a mix of disbelief and resignation. Tsuyu placed a supportive hand on Momo's arm, offering a silent gesture of comfort.

"Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling..."

As the chorus echoed through the pub, the atmosphere grew tense. The truth behind Jiro's song hung heavy, casting a shadow over the gathered heroes and students.

"You can say it's just the way you are..."

Momo's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her emotions raw and exposed. The weight of Jiro's words sank in, each verse unraveling the fragile threads that bound their complex relationship.

"Good luck, babe..."

Jiro's voice softened, the final words carrying a bittersweet farewell. The crowd fell silent, absorbing the poignant moment unfolding before them.

“You’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling,”

After Jiro's song concluded, the hall erupted into applause and cheers, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing. The band seamlessly transitioned into a rock version of "Jingle Bells," and patrons began to sway and dance, caught up in the festive atmosphere.

Momo sat frozen in her seat, her hands trembling as she processed the weight of Jiro's words. Tsuyu and Mina exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to comfort their friend in this moment of vulnerability.

Momo's voice broke through the quietude, her tone trembling yet resolute. "Excuse me," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. With swift steps, she hurried towards the restroom.

Sero, sensing the tension, leaned closer to Denki, murmuring under his breath, "That song... it was about Momo, wasn't it?" Denki nodded slowly, his expression somber as he watched Jiro on stage, silently grappling with her own emotions.

Denki stood frozen, his expression caught between shock and hurt. He felt as though a part of him had been exposed, vulnerable under the weight of Jiro's raw emotions. Sero turned to Denki, his expression grave. "We should give them some space," he suggested softly, knowing that Momo and Jiro needed time to process the emotional upheaval.

Nearby, Tsuyu watched with disappointment etched on her face, her typically neutral demeanor betraying a hint of sadness for her friends' fractured relationships.

Tsuyu shook her head silently, her gaze lingering on Jiro with empathy. "I hope they can sort things out," she murmured, her voice tinged with concern for her friends' fractured relationship.

Mina, always one to address difficult situations head-on, approached Jiro with a mix of concern and confusion. "Why did you do that?" she asked softly, her eyes searching Jiro's face for answers amidst the din of the hall.

Across the room, Todoroki's anger simmered beneath the surface, his gaze locked onto Jiro with an intensity that could freeze fire. He clenched his fists, struggling to contain the tumult of emotions stirred by Jiro's revelation. With a curt nod towards the group, he turned on his heel and made his way purposefully towards the restroom where Momo had fled.

As he approached, Todoroki hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the door before he gently pushed it open. Inside, Momo stood by the sink, her reflection distorted in the mirror by tears that streaked down her cheeks. The water was running, and it was clear she had just thrown up. She turned at the sound of the door, her red eyes a mix of vulnerability and defiance.

Without a word, Todoroki closed the distance between them and pulled her into a comforting embrace. Momo buried her face in his chest, the weight of Jiro's words still echoing in her mind. "I’m sorry," she whispered hoarsely, her voice wavering with a mixture of guilt and confusion.

Todoroki held her tighter, his own turmoil momentarily set aside in favor of offering solace to the woman he loved. "It's okay," he murmured reassuringly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "We'll figure this out."

Back in the hall, the holiday cheer continued unabated, oblivious to the storm brewing within its walls. Classmates danced and laughed, oblivious to the rift that had been exposed among their friends. Yet, for Jiro and Momo, and even for Denki and Todoroki, the night had taken an unexpected turn.

As the band played on and the festivities carried on around them, Jiro stood amidst the crowd, grappling with the aftermath of her emotional outpouring. She knew she had shattered whatever fragile friendship between herself and Momo remained, yet the truth had been a burden too heavy to bear alone.

With a heavy heart, she watched as Denki approached, his expression still a mix of hurt and confusion. "Why, Jirou?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with pain.

Jiro met his gaze, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I just... needed to be heard," she admitted quietly, the weight of her confession hanging in the air between them. "Even if it hurt."

Denki nodded slowly, his hand reaching out to touch her shoulder in a gesture of silent understanding. "I get it," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music and chatter around them. "But... it hurts."

“You hurt me, Jirou.”

Jirou's heart sank deeper at his words, knowing she had caused pain to someone she cared about deeply. The weight of Denki's disappointment added to the ache already gnawing at her chest.

Mina had left to find Kirishima, her usually bright demeanor dimmed by the tension in the air. Tsuyu couldn't meet Jiro's gaze, her disappointment evident in the downturn of her expression. Sero  lingered at the bar, leaning against the counter and observing quietly, his concern etched into the solemn expression of his face.

Jiro's eyes flicked to the table where she had last seen Todoroki and Momo. A door could be heard creaking open, when she turned to look, she caught a glimpse of the ravenette. 

Todoroki escorted Momo out, his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders. The icy glare he had shot Jiro burned in her memory, freezing her in place. She glanced back towards the exit, catching a glimpse of Momo's red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked face. It was like a punch to the gut, the pain of hurting someone she cared for so deeply.

Denki, about to move past them, nearly collided with Todoroki and Momo as they emerged from the restroom. The air crackled with unspoken tension as their eyes briefly met. Momo's gaze turned, filled with hurt and resignation, and struck Jiro to the core. It was a silent plea and an accusation all at once.

As they made their way through the venue, the atmosphere seemed to shift. The festive cheer around them faded into the background, replaced by an uneasy silence that mirrored the turmoil in Jiro's heart. 

The sight of Momo's wedding ring glinting briefly in the light felt like a sharp jab, a reminder of what Jiro had lost and what she had inadvertently shattered.

Outside, the world was cloaked in a soft blanket of snow, muffling the sounds of the city and casting a serene yet melancholy ambiance over the night. Jirou watched helplessly as Momo and Todoroki disappeared into the wintry venue, their figures gradually fading from view.

Alone amidst the holiday and party revelry, Jirou felt a profound sense of isolation. Her chest felt heavy while her throat seemed to close up. The trapped feelings in her heart seemed to have gone to the pit of her stomach and  although she hadn’t a drop to drink that night, she could feel the world a little too much. 

The music continued to play and laughter echoed through the pub, but Jirou stood rooted in place, with only her emotions to keep her company. 

--

The aftermath of Momo and Todoroki's wedding day rippled through their lives, causing a seismic shift in the balance of relationships and professional alliances. Momo's decision to leave the joint agency she had co-founded with Jirou sent shockwaves through their tight-knit circle of friends and colleagues.

Class 1-A, once unified in their support of one another, found themselves divided over the turn of events. Some understood Momo's need to distance herself from the painful memories Jiro's performance had stirred, while others sympathized with Jiro's unspoken love and the courage it took to bare her heart so publicly. Others agreed that the literal wedding day was not the time or place to share these deep intimate feelings. The camaraderie that had seen them through their years at U.A. Academy now felt strained, old bonds tested by conflicting loyalties.

Todoroki was furious. The calm, collected demeanor he was known for gave way to a rare display of anger. He couldn't comprehend why Momo would even consider staying in an agency where she was constantly reminded of Jiro's feelings. His frustration boiled over into heated arguments, his insistence that Momo leave the agency becoming more relentless with each passing day.

"Why can't you see that staying there will only hurt you more?" Todoroki asked one evening, his voice sharp with exasperation.

Momo, her own emotions a tumultuous sea of confusion and heartache, tried to keep her composure. "It's not that simple, Shoto. We've built something important. I can't just walk away from it all because of one moment."

"One moment?" Todoroki's eyes blazed with disbelief. "That performance was more than just a moment. She poured her heart out to you in front of everyone. On our wedding day! How can you work with her after that?"

Momo's resolve wavered, the weight of Todoroki's words pressing heavily on her. She felt the sting of Jiro's performance every time she thought about it, a sharp reminder of the unresolved feelings between them. Yet, the idea of leaving the agency she and Jirou had painstakingly built together felt like an abandonment of their shared dreams and accomplishments.

As the days turned into weeks, Todoroki's insistence grew stronger. He began making plans for a new agency, one where Momo could start fresh without the shadows of unspoken emotions looming over her. He reached out to potential investors, scouted locations, and drafted proposals, determined to create a future that he and Momo could share without the complications of Jiro's lingering presence.

Despite Todoroki's efforts, Momo remained torn. She knew he was right in many ways; distancing herself from Jirou might help heal the wounds inflicted by the wedding day. But leaving the agency felt like cutting away a part of herself, a sacrifice she wasn't sure she was willing to make. Each time she walked into the office, memories of their shared victories and challenges confronted her, reminding her of what they had achieved together.

One evening, after another tense discussion with Todoroki, Momo found herself wandering through the agency's headquarters. The walls were adorned with photos and mementos from their missions, each one a testament to their hard work and dedication. She paused in front of a picture of her and Jirou, taken on the day they signed their first big contract. Their smiles were wide and genuine, filled with the promise of a bright future.

Momo's heart ached as she stared at the photo. She knew that leaving the agency wouldn't erase the feelings or the memories. It wouldn't change the fact that Jirou's performance had hurt her deeply. But it also wouldn't change the fact of the bond they had shared, the moments of triumph and camaraderie that had defined their partnership.

 And how badly it was going to hurt to cut Jirou out of her life. 

--

Momo stood outside the shared office door that bridged her and Jiro's offices. It had been their sanctuary, a place where ideas flowed freely and laughter often echoed through the halls. Now, it felt like a barrier between them, a tangible reminder of what they were about to lose.

With a hesitant breath, Momo raised her hand and knocked softly on the door. The sound echoed faintly through the empty hallway, carrying with it the weight of unspoken words and lingering regrets.

After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing Jirou on the other side. Her expression softened at the sight of Momo, a mix of sorrow and longing in her eyes.

"Momo," Jiro murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Momo swallowed hard, meeting Jiro's gaze with a mixture of sadness and resolve. "Jiro... Can we talk?"

Jiro nodded silently, stepping aside to let Momo enter the office they had once shared so freely. The air inside was heavy with the weight of their unspoken goodbye, the shelves lined with memories of their time together.

Momo took a hesitant step into the room, her heart aching with the realization of what was about to transpire.

Momo and Jiro sat across from each other in the quiet of Jirou's office, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Momo's decision to leave had cast a somber pall over their once vibrant partnership, leaving them both grappling with the aftermath of their shared history.

"Momo," Jiro began tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper, "I... I know this wasn't easy for you."

Momo nodded, her expression a mix of sadness and resolve. "No, it wasn't. But I had to do it, Jirou. For myself."

"I understand," Jiro replied softly, her gaze dropping to her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "I just wish... things could have been different."

Momo's eyes flickered with a trace of hurt. "Different how? You never apologized, Jirou. Not for how you felt, but for how you handled it."

Jiro's breath caught in her throat. She had known this conversation was inevitable, yet the sting of Momo's words still cut deep. "I... I can't apologize for how I feel, Momo. I can only apologize for not saying it sooner, for letting it come out like that, on your wedding day of all days."

Momo sighed, her shoulders slumping with resignation. "I wish you had, Jirou. Maybe things wouldn't have ended like this."

A heavy silence settled between them, the unspoken regrets and what-ifs weighing heavily on their hearts. Jiro wanted to reach out, to bridge the gap that had grown between them, but she knew that some wounds ran too deep to be healed with mere words.

"I never wanted to hurt you," Jiro finally whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I just... I couldn't keep pretending anymore."

Momo nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I know," she murmured softly. "But sometimes, the truth hurts more than we're prepared for."

Jiro nodded in agreement, her throat tight with unspoken apologies. "I'm sorry, Momo. I should have been honest, should have faced this before it came to this."

Momo reached across the table, her hand hesitating for a moment before gently clasping Jirou's. "You and me both," she said quietly. "We both made mistakes. But I need to do this for myself now."

Jiro nodded, squeezing Momo's hand in a silent gesture of understanding. "I know," she whispered. "I just... I know."

Tears welled in Momo's eyes as she met Jirou's gaze, the depth of their shared history and the pain of their parting palpable in the air. "Jirou," she choked out, her voice trembling with emotion.

They sat together in the quiet of the conference room, the weight of their unspoken goodbyes hung heavy in the air. They both knew that this was the end of an era, the closing of a chapter that had defined so much of their lives.

"Mo?" Jirou murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Momo swallowed hard, meeting her gaze with a mixture of sadness and resolve. "Yeah?"

Jirou nodded again, her throat tight. "I'm sorry, Mo," she whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I never wanted it to end like this."

Momo sighed softly, the weight of their shared history pressing down on her shoulders. "I'm sorry too Jirou," she admitted quietly. "But we can't change what's happened."

They stood facing each other in the quiet of the office, the space between them filled with the echoes of their past and the uncertainty of their future. It was a moment neither of them had ever imagined—a moment of farewell that had come too soon.

"I'll miss you, Songbird," Momo finally choked out, her voice thick with emotion.

Jirou reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she brushed a tear from Momo's cheek. "I'll miss you too, Mo," she whispered hoarsely. "More than words can say."

"I will never regret you."

They sat there together in silence for a long moment.

Until one of them had to go.

 --

Good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)

The winter evening draped the city in a blanket of snow, muffling the usual sounds of bustling streets and casting a serene calm over the urban landscape. In the heart of the city, amidst towering buildings adorned with festive lights, stood the office building that housed the joint agency of Momo and Jiro. Inside, the atmosphere was markedly different from the festive New Year’s cheer outside.

Momo sat at her desk, surrounded by the remnants of their once-shared venture. Boxes filled with paperwork and personal belongings were scattered around her, waiting to be packed up and moved to her new office with Todoroki. A photograph of her and Jiro lay on the desk before her, illuminated by the soft glow of her desk lamp. The room felt cavernous, the silence broken only by the occasional rustling of paper and the distant murmur of the city below.

She picked up the photograph gingerly, her fingers tracing the outlines of their smiling faces. In the picture, they were young, full of hope and determination, their uniforms as fresh as their dreams of heroism. Momo couldn't help but reminisce about the days when their partnership had felt effortless, when their laughter had echoed through these very walls.

A tear slipped down her cheek, then another and another as she remembered the joyous moments they had shared—the late nights studying, the victories celebrated, and that day at the beach. Now, those memories were distant, overshadowed by the rift that had grown between them, fueled by nonsense and the inexorable passage of time.

In the office next door, Jiro sat quietly at her own desk, staring out at the city through the large windows. Her gaze was distant, her thoughts consumed by the photograph she held in her hands. It was a copy of the same picture Momo was looking at, another shitty reminder of their once inseparable friendship. The room around her felt cold and empty, the space between her and Momo a palpable void that seemed impossible to bridge.

She wiped away a tear that had escaped her eye, her heart heavy with regret and longing. Losing Momo had left an ache in her chest that no amount of music or distraction could soothe. She replayed their last conversation in her mind, the words spoken and unspoken hanging heavily in the air between them.

Outside, the snow continued to fall softly, blanketing the city in silence. The holiday lights twinkled in the distance, casting a gentle glow on the frosted windows of their office building. For Momo and Jiro, however, there was no festive cheer, only the weight of their dead friendship.

As the evening deepened into night, Momo and Jirou remained in their separate offices, each grappling with their own sense of loss and longing. The photographs in their hands a sick reminder of the connection they had once shared, a relationship that was never coming back. 

In the quiet solitude of their surroundings, they both yearned for a way to reclaim what they had lost, unsure if the passage of time would ever heal the wounds that had torn them apart.

The woman woke abruptly, jolted from her sleep by a sudden unease that settled heavily upon her chest. The soft glow of the alarm clock cast a faint luminescence over the room, illuminating the figure lying beside her. She lay there, the warmth of the covers cocooning her, trying to recall what had stirred her from slumber. Was it a sound, a fleeting dream, or simply the weight of unresolved thoughts?

Turning her head slightly, she peered at the man beside her, his back turned to her in the moonlit darkness. His breathing was steady and deep, a testament to the peaceful rest he found each night. Yet, for her, sleep had become elusive lately, haunted by thoughts that seemed to visit more often as the years passed.

Her eyes drifted to her left hand, where the glimmering wedding ring caught a sliver of moonlight filtering through the open window. She watched it sparkle, a silent witness to the passage of time and the choices that had led her to this point in her life.

As she reached to close the window against the cool night breeze, memories stirred within her—a montage of moments from her younger years, of dreams once shared and plans for a future that now felt distant and faded. She sighed softly, feeling the weight of years of compromise and silent resignation settling upon her shoulders.

Her husband stirred slightly, the movement causing a pang of guilt in her heart. He had thrived in his career as a hero, rising through the ranks with each passing year, while she had found herself caught in a stagnation she couldn't quite shake. It was a familiar ache, a sense of being left behind while life moved inexorably forward.

She closed her eyes, seeking clarity in the darkness. In the quiet of the night, a voice echoed in her mind—"I told you so"—Flashes of memories danced at the edges of her consciousness: moments with friends, laughter shared over victories, and quiet conversations filled with unspoken longing.

Tears immediately welled up in her eyes as she struggled to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

She dropped down to the floor, her hand and knees against the cool wall, tears streaming down her cheeks in silent rivulets. The sound of her own breathing filled the room, the only audible accompaniment to her sorrow. Her cries were soft, stifled by the weight of unspoken grief and the fear of waking her husband from his peaceful slumber.

Looking up through tear-blurred eyes, she caught her reflection in the bedroom mirror—a ghostly figure bathed in the moon's silver light, a solitary silhouette against the darkness. The sight of herself, framed by the quiet serenity of the night, only deepened her anguish.

She felt sick with longing, with a profound sense of loss that gnawed at her insides. The ache in her heart seemed to echo through the empty room, a hollow reminder of the dreams she had once held so close. In that moment of raw vulnerability, she realized the depth of her yearning—for a life less ordinary, for a love that hadn't slipped through her fingers.

The world outside seemed to fade into insignificance as she grappled with the weight of her emotions. She knew, in the depths of her soul, that to escape this pain, she would have to stop time itself—to halt the relentless march of years that had brought her to this precipice of regret.

The night stretched on, enveloping her in its quiet embrace, as she confronted the shadows of her past and the stark reality of her present. Beside her, her husband slept on, unaware of the tempest raging in her heart. In the stillness of the early morning hours, she wrestled with the echoes of her choices, with the ache of what might have been, and with the bittersweet sting of what was.

“You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling,”

"Jirou,”

“Jirou?”

“Earth to Jirou," Tsuyu's voice gently broke through the haze of Jiro's daydream.

Jirou blinked, snapping back to reality, finding herself back in the bustling high school classroom with Momo by her side. The bell about to ring for lunch break.

Huh? Oh, sorry," Jirou mumbled, realizing she had drifted off.

"You okay?" Momo asked, her voice filled with concern.

"Yeah, just lost in thought," Jirou replied with a faint smile.

Mina leaned in from the desk behind them. "Come on, guys, let's go grab some food. I'm starving!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious.

As Mina and Tsu walked out together, Jirou felt a sense of peace settle over her. She knew that here, with her friends by her side, everything was right in the world. 

“Wait for me Songbird.”

As students streamed out of the classroom, Jirou leaned against the wall, her eyes fixed on Momo.

Momo looked up, meeting Jirou's gaze with a warm smile. She zipped up her bag and walked over to Jirou, closing the distance between them. Without a word, Momo slipped her hand into Jirou's, their fingers intertwining naturally.

Jirou's heart skipped a beat at the touch, a rush of warmth spreading through her. It was a simple gesture, yet it made her feel warmth from the top of her head down to her toes. 

They stood there for a moment in the bustling hallway, their pinkies linked discreetly, sharing a quiet moment of connection away from prying eyes.

Jirou glanced at Momo, who returned her smile with a knowing look. They didn't need words to understand each other. 

“YOU GUYS! Come on! I wanna get there before lunch is over!”

Jirou glanced at Momo, who returned her smile with a knowing look. They settled down at the table, surrounded by the familiar chatter of their friends and the lively ambiance of the cafeteria. As they shared stories and laughter over lunch, Jirou couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment, knowing that in this moment, everything was gonna be alright.

And so, the daydream faded into the background, replaced by the warmth of friendship and the simple joy of being together. 

In the warm glow of the Christmas tree, with the gentle strumming of Jirou's guitar filling the room, the atmosphere at their holiday gathering felt joyous and cozy. Plates of festive treats adorned the coffee table, and the room was fragrant with the scent of cinnamon and pine. The common room was filled with the cheerful chatter and laughter of Class 1-A.

In a cozy open office adorned with twinkling lights, Jirou strummed a gentle melody on her guitar, the soft notes filling the room with warmth. Momo entered with a steaming mug of tea, carefully handing it to Jirou.

"Here you go, Songbird," Momo said with a smile, placing the mug on the coffee table next to Jirou.

"Thanks, Mo," Jirou replied, her voice soft as she adjusted her position on the couch, making room for Momo to sit beside her.

Mina and Tsu, seated on the floor with pillows around them, were holding their stomachs, laughing heartily at the "Christmas story" Jirou had just recounted about her "daydream" from their UA days.

"More like a nightmare!" Momo exclaimed with a playful eye roll, settling herself next to Jirou and wrapping her arms around Jirou's neck.

"You should've just asked me out sooner!" Jirou teased, leaning into Momo's embrace.

"You could've asked me out too!" Momo shot back with a grin.

"I was dropping hints!" Jirou defended herself with a laugh.

"Mo, your love language is gift-giving. It's hard to tell sometimes," Jirou explained with a chuckle, glancing at Mina and Tsu, who were still giggling.

"Oh," Momo replied, feigning surprise, before leaning in to kiss Jirou's cheek affectionately. "Sorry, Baby," Momo whispered teasingly, eliciting coos from Mina and Tsu at the adorable sight.

Jirou blushed furiously but couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of Momo's love and their shared history wrap around them like the cozy blankets draped over the back of the couch.

Meanwhile, Denki was trying to untangle himself from a mess of tinsel, while Sero and Kirishima were engaged in an animated debate about the best way to decorate a Christmas tree. Bakugo, reluctantly wearing a Santa hat, grumbled in the corner as he sipped on eggnog.

Todoroki and Sero seemed to be locked in an intense game of Smash Bros with Iida and Izuku with some of the others watching.

As the laughter and warmth filled the room, Jiro resumed playing her guitar, strumming a lively tune as everyone joined in singing their favorite holiday songs. The mood was light and joyous, Momo and Jiro exchanged glances filled with affection and happiness. Their rings sparkled in the festive light, in a moment that felt like the perfect ending to a beautiful love story.

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