Featured from my fanfic - I just thought I share because I loved this part.
It might have been at senior prom when Bakugou realized he had fallen for Momo Yaoyorozu.
He hated every minute of the useless social event. Why it was such a big deal for one's high school experience, he did not understand. The laughs, talk, and music were echoing in the room: loud and lame. The main lights of the room were dimmed to compliment the bright, colorful flashes of the party lights and, once in a while, it would painfully blind him. The ridiculous and gyrating dancing of his classmates made him roll his eyes, their feeble attempts to grab him onto the dance floor only further irritated him. Every chance they had to grab him, he activated his sparks and they would back off chuckling. In the corner of the room, he sat there in his miserable experience. The hard metal chair under him hurt his back as he sat back with his arms crossed, just watching. And yet, he ensured it was all worth it. He would tolerate this hell just to see Momo Yaoyorozu.
Momo had excitedly asked him to dance, pulling him out of his seat to join her in a song that was too upbeat for his tastes. But her gentle touch on his arms were convincing enough to move. It was hard to resist someone as charming as Yaoyorozu.
Then, the music changed to a slow song as if the universe had made it so they could embrace each other. He was taken off-guard when she placed his hand on her hip and laid her soft hand on his shoulder. She only smiled for an explanation, but he didn’t mind it once their fingers laced: so right and perfect.
Gracefully, Yaoyorozu led him in this posed dance, their bodies touching in a way he had not felt before.
He could never forget the song that played that night: the steady tempo beating with the pace of his heart, the careful chords guiding their footsteps, the sweet melodies curving at every sway of their movement. His sight locked in its place to admire her every being. He could not avert his gaze.
Beautiful.
Flash forward to two years later, when he had been fed up with her obsession with the yakuza: the inability to release her thirst for revenge. The price for her desires preceded his sanity – his meaning for becoming a hero. The bodies were piling up, the blood on his hands becoming thicker. She had begged him to stay by her side, his ears echoing her cries, how he was everything she needed. However, Katsuki couldn’t keep up this lifestyle. Not even for her.
A year after leaving Momo, he stole another girl’s heart. She was a model and a sidekick to a hero Bakugou had to work with. The cute girl had asked him on a date; months later, she moved in with him. She was one of the prettiest and nicest girls he had ever met in his lifetime.
Almost perfect.
It was a happy time, but that was all a lie: the image of Momo’s tears falling down her face haunted him.
She had told him she had loved him, and he told her he did not. When she asked him, “Why?”
He had told her, “You are not perfect for me.”
Only Momo Yaoyorozu was perfect.
And he broke the girl’s heart.
Katsuki returned to Momo, and she accepted him back into her life with nothing more than a smile. There was no emotion behind her masked grin, as if nothing had happened. She didn’t ask any questions and he never brought it up; erased from memory.
In time, he had realized that her path had become erratic and crooked. He had wished he never left. In his absence, Momo had learned to use her body to her advantage. In his absence, she had ventured into immoral opportunities. In his absence, she had become cold and hard.
Momo had changed and Katsuki never wanted to leave again
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