Levi ♡

The query had your heart nearly jumping out of your chest. You and Bakugo had been friends for so long. Not the best of at first, but eventually the kind that you ask if you have eye boogers in the early shifts of your internship.

"It's fine if you don't want to, I underst-" he quickly ammends when he sees hesitation flash across your face. But you cut him short with a firm shake of your head.

"I want you to." You mumble. "Kiss me, Katsuki."

Bakugo did not need to be told twice. He wasted no time. He leans in and captures your lips eagerly. Your eyes flutter close and you were pulling him as close as possible, breathing him in. 

It felt like forever. Melting against him, savoring how gently he holds you, how passionate he is into pouring his heart through his kisses. You didn't want it to end.

But he pulls away and leans his forehead against yours breathlessly, saying, "I needed to do that. At least once." 

"What?" You whisper confoundedly, brows furrowed again. When you open your eyes, you saw that he was in tears. 

He takes a shaky breath and holds the base of your jaw. "If reincarnation is fucking real too, I'm going to find you again."

"I'm going to find you and man the hell up before it's too late." He smiles sadly. "I'm going to stop wasting time arguing with you just to get a reaction, I'll stop being an ass to your friends whenever I want your attention- Instead, I'll just straight up kiss you." He pecks your lips and laughs. "Like this."

"Bakugo, you're not making sense-"

"Just remember me like this, alright?" He mutters. "Make this our last moment together. Not that stupid argument we had before I left." Bakugo bites back a sob. "I don't want to see you sad or fucking weeping like a baby. Got it?"

"What-"

"Y/n, promise me."

Maybe it was the soft pleading look in his eyes, maybe the slight tremor in his voice. But despite the questions and doubts bombarding your mind, you nod. 

"Okay." You say, standing on the tips of your toes to kiss him again. You ignore all the fears and uncertainties clouding your mind and say, "I promise."

"Good." Bakugo grins and holds you arms length. He tucks a stray lock behind your ear and pinched your cheek slightly. "I''ll see you later, remember what you promised." 

There was a haze of confusion as you find yourself getting up. You look around and realize you're in stretcher behind an ambulance. One of the many paramedics rushes you and checked in on you. 

You look around as you numbly answer questions, everything slowly coming back to you. If you remember who you are, where you are, what was the last thing you remembered happening.. 

You blink, trying to wipe away the dried blood along your temple. "Mirio-senpai asked us to help him," you wince, your voice hoarse, throat all sore and scratchy. "to try and distract Tomura.. so Nejire-senpai and I, we.. we fought a-and-" you look around the rubble and chaos surrounding you and your breathing hastens. 

From a few feet away, amidst the smoke and debris, you see your three upper classmen huddled on the ground. Their shoulders shaking. Once the ringing in your ears fades, you hear them.

And they're.. sobbing.

On the ground in front of them, although you can not see him fully, you know it was Bakugo. You can only see his boots, his arm sprawled in your direction, the skin of his ashen bloody palms peaking through the torn glove, looking like it was reaching out for you.

Nejire turns in your direction and the distraught look in her face says it all. 

He's gone.

It felt like falling into thin ice. You feel the agony pricking on every inch of your body. You couldn't remember to breathe.

Nejire walks towards you and you train your gaze on her face, not risking a glance back on the ground where he lays. She hugs you, sobbing on your shoulders about how sorry she is, how hard they tried so hard to save him.

You close your eyes and let out a sob. You hug her back and whisper, "I know, thank you."

Even as she pulls away when Mirio and Tamaki joins her to try and comfort you, you keep your eyes away from him. Even as you see the paramedics in your peripherals arrive to take his body away. Even though the pain wrecking your insides screams for the need to see and hold him again for the last time.

Because you promised him. And you know how much Bakugo hates people who go back on their word.

So you rooted yourself there in the back of the ambulance, wrapped in your seniors' comforting embrace with your eyes shut tight. Holding on desperately to the last moment with him in your head that Bakugo wanted you to remember.

"Baby! Stop, stop, please!" You run to him into the shower, catching his balled up fist before it could hit the broken, blood smeared tile in front of him. You blinked up and noticed he's also bleeding from a cut on his forehead. Your breathing hastens as you turn and look up, seeing some damage on the tiled wall that's just about his height. Was he hitting his head on the wall earlier?

When you look back up at him, you notice his eyes were red and swollen. The agony painted on his face breaks your heart because it was reminiscent of the day he found out about your unfaithfulness. You reach up to hold him, your lips quivering as you mutter his name.

"Why can't I ever be enough, Y/n?" He croaks, searching your eyes that are now brimmed with tears as well. "I'm doing everything that I can for everyone and I am so tired. No matter what I do, I hurt or disappoint someone.. and you, especially-" he shakes his head, asking again, "Why can't I be enough?"

"T-that's not true." You grab his face. "It's me. I'm the problem. I ask for too much." You shake your head. "I'm- I'm sorry."

Izuku stares at you for a while, you can see his mind going a thousand miles a minute and as he does, you stare right back.. realizing how much you love him. How even after all that he did, you're willing to work this out. He then sighs and leaned his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry too." He murmurs, voice almost drowned out by the shower still running over your heads. He pulls away then holds your cheek, thumb grazing your lower lip. "I didn't mean to be so cruel earlier. I did not mean to be so mad. I-I don't know what got into me-" Izuku shakes his head, the semblance of the man you love returning. "It won't happen again."

There was hesitation in you, but there was mostly hope and relief that he acknowledges that what he did was wrong. And when he looks down at your hands, seeing the marks he's left on your wrists, his eyes widen and flood with tears again, showing tremendous regret.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I will never hurt you again." He raises your hands to his lips and kissed them oh so gently. "Can you forgive me?"

You swallowed hard and nodded. This is what loving means, you suppose. Making room for mistakes and choosing to forgiving one another. "Yeah.." you smile up at him and kissed him on the lips, leaning your forehead against his. "We're okay."

"We're okay." He echoes.

But later that evening, after you've both said your apologies, mended each other's wounds and bruises, made up and ended the night by passionately showing how badly you still wanted and treasure one another.. Izuku still finds himself sitting up in bed and holding his head in his scarred calloused hands. The ache in his chest is still as raw and as unbearable as that day.

That fucking day.

Izuku squeezes his eyes tight, wanting to drown out the memories but that asshole's voice still rang loud and clear in the back of his mind.

"You see, Y/n? You don't love him." His words made you wince. "You don't fucking cheat on people you love. But love makes you do stupid irrational things."

The words killing him to this day even though Izuku swore he already forgive you both.

"Like sleeping with your boyfriend's friend for one."

—

You are not proud of the person you were years before Midoriya came along. Sure, people hold you in high regard for turning things around and for being one of the biggest names in the industry now due to sheer hard work and with the help of the right people.

The Todoroki men were your saving grace. Dabi got you out of the hellhole that is the league founded by your own father, and Enji sent you to reform school who surprisingly saw your potential and got you out. Mainly because your friends, mostly Shoto and Izuku, stuck out for you.

Years later you were working alongside heroes. First as a sidekick, but eventually, as a hero yourself. Missions and assignments you got had people from the higher ups discovering you worked best with a certain explosion hero.

Even back in UA, whenever you two got teamed up, it's always a sure win in a match or an ace rating. Probably because, you both resent failure and are sore fucking losers. But Bakugo was everything you hated in a person, arrogant, prefers working alone, and has no single gentle bone in his body. That was exactly why he made such a good fuck buddy.

Yep. You and Bakugo fucking Katsuki had a long agonizing relationship as fuck buddies. It was nothing serious. You two just happen to have a lot of pent up anger and one of the ways you two choose to blow off steam is through rough, mind blowing sex. It was all good up until the asshole started developing feelings and you had to end the said relationship. It ended just fine. Bakugo even said that it's probably for the best. That, "I worked too damn hard to get to where I am. I ain't going to waste it by falling for someone. You of all people."

This made you roll your eyes and smile as you give him one last hug goodbye before leaving his apartment for the last time as fuck buddies. This was what you both agreed on the most. In your line of work, the less people you care about, the less emotional connection you have, the better. Less worries for you, less burden. So imagine Bakugo's shock when you got teamed up again and you told him you're dating someone.

He almost couldn't hide the pain in his eyes as you told him, "I found someone." Because what is it about this guy that made you change your mind? What did the he have that he doesn't?

And when you said, "It's Midoriya." All Bakugo could think of was, of course it fuckin' is.

The number one to his number two, the only fucking person who can beat him without even seeming to try. Bakugo looks at you longingly as you smile at the cup of tea in your hands, the ache in his chest growing knowing you do deserve someone kind, someone good. Who can be gentle and vulnerable, who will worship you and dedicate his life to you as you very much deserved.

Things he can't ever be.

It was all good as well after that. Bakugo kept his distance and you kept things between the two of you completely professional. You two continued to work seamlessly and finished one mission after another.

With you and Izuku though, it's a different story. As time passes, you realize how hard it is to make a relationship work when you both are so busy, and are both plagued by rumors as you become the center of scrutiny of the media. That's what you get for dating the world's current number one hero. And for being the world's most renowned villain's daughter.

And that night. That damned night. You had been fighting with Izuku because he just couldn't seem to make time for you. It frustrates you that he can make time for other things except for you. The pain of being unwanted by someone you love the most is foreign to you because, well, you have never loved anybody before. You finally understand why most people would choose to be single, because the agony and exhaustion of fighting to make a relationship work is no joke.

Since you dated Izuku, you turned your back on your vices. No more smoking, no more alcohol and no more occasional recreational drugs. Not because he prohibited you or anything, but mainly because you want to be at least deserving of him. And that night, your body is craving all of those temporary relief. Before you could help it, you find yourself crawling back to your old ways.

Bakugo being one of the handful of people who knows you probably better than yourself, sighs and grabs your wrist when you try to grab another bottle of liquor from the hotel room bar.

"Y/n. Stop." He says with a firm shake of his head. You glared up at him and shrugged him off. "What? We're off duty tomorrow!" You slur as you attempt to grab the bottle again. The walls shift when he suddenly hauls you over your shoulder. Bakugo curses under his breath as he throws you in bed and proceeds to take off your shoes and your hero suit.

"Bakugo!" You yelp, stopping his hands. He merely rolls his eyes at you. "I've seen you butt naked a thousand times. Lay the fuck back."

You huffed and did as he says but only because the walls won't stop spinning. "That's an exaggeration. A hundred is more probable." You mutter. "Yeah, about a hundred." Bakugo scowls at you as you burst into a fit of giggling.

"Is that so funny?" He asks as he throws one of his clean shirts over your head. You shake your head, still giggling. "Yes?? I think so?" Another round of giggling that you start to tear up and snort.

"Yeah? Why's that?" Bakugo asks as he grabs one of your hair ties by the bedside table, tying your hair as best he could just in case you puke your guts out later. Which you will. He just knows for sure. You open your eyes a little and sigh. You shrug, "I think it's funny that you've seen me naked and fucked me more than my own stupid boyfriend." You say with glassy eyes. "I must suck in bed."

Bakugo frowns at this and he forces you to sit up, handing you a glass of water. "Drink up." He barks, gaze only softening when he sees a tear slide down your cheek. "Hey." He holds your chin after you hand him back the glass. "You don't suck in bed. Trust me, I haven't busted a good one in a while since you stopped sleeping with me."

You wrinkle your nose and laugh. "Eugh, you're gross!!" Bakugo only smiles and pushes you back in bed and tucks you in.

"It's the fuckin' truth. That chick I told ya I have been seeing, that bitch sucks, can't even suck me off properly." You cackled at this though your lids already feel heavy. "So if what you just said is true, then that dumb Deku is a whole lot more stupid that I initially thought he was."

Bakugo sighs, catching another tear from your cheek when your eyes finally fall close, slipping to unconsciousness.

When you woke up around 2am, you were glad Bakugo had tied your hair back and had a bucket ready by your bedside. After puking your guts out, you groan and you force yourself up. You take the bucket with you in the bathroom to dump it in the toilet, have a quick shower and brush your teeth. You checked your phone hoping to get a call or even a text from Izuku but the last message on the thread was your drunken essay about missing him and being mad at him at the same time for treating you like garbage.

You weren't even surprised that he didn't reply. And at this point, you were pretty sure that you're not a priority in his life. With a shaky breath, you sent one last massage.

I don't think I can do this anymore.

As you come back to the room, Bakugo has just walked in with bags of food in his hands and the keycard trapped between his teeth. You find yourself smiling.

"Hey, you're up." He says, walking over to your bed. "Yeah, thanks for-" you start to say but he cuts you off.

"Yeah, these aren't yours. I got hungry."

You roll your eyes. "For changing me out of my dirty clothes and for the bucket, I mean." But he only laughed and sat on your bed. Bakugo Katsuki is one beautiful man, you conclude. Sharp tantalizing eyes, tall nose, soft lips. He can be nice and sweet too when he wants to be. Why did you reject him again?

"I'm fucking with you. You think I'd eat this junk??" He asks, looking disgusted at the bags of take out from your favorite fast food chain. "I wasn't able to get your favorite since they aren't serving them at this time-" he continues to say as he opens one of the bags but to his shock, you sat on his lap and made him look at you.

"Do you still like me, Katsuki?" You ask, searching his ruby eyes. Bakugo swallows hard, hands going to your waist with the intent to get you off but this feels too familiar, feels so right that he just could not let go.

"Y/n-" he shakes his head. "You've had a drink, you're not thinking straight." He reasons but makes no other move other than breathe hard as his gaze sweeps down your body that he missed so much. He curses when you lean closer as you shake your head. "I'm good. I know what I want." Bakugo could smell your minty breath, the smell of the body wash on your skin, making his grip on you tighten and his mouth water.

He clenches his jaw as you tilt your head, running your nose along his jawline. You bit your lip and card your fingers through his hair like old times. God, he smells so fucking good.

"You'll regret this later in the morning." He says, squeezing his eyes shut as feels your breath on his neck. "Only me? You won't?" You ask, straightening back up to meet his gaze. Bakugo lets out the boyish smile you adore as he says, "You know I won't." Your lips curl at the corners as you smile back. "Well, then let me regret this later in the morning."

"But what about Deku?" He rasps, although he was already leaning in and pulling you closer. What you say next has his cock straining against his pants.

"He doesn't have to know."

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—

A few hours earlier

A sigh leaves your lips as you smooth your dress down while craning your neck to look around the lot. Maybe he's already parked somewhere and had fallen asleep, it has happened before after all. When you checked your phone though, you saw that he has yet to read the messages you have sent him throughout the day.

You bit your lip and checked the time. He should have been here an hour ago. If you hadn't been dating the world's top hero for a while this would have made you worried sick.. but knowing his workload, knowing him, this unfortunately has been such a common occurrence.

"Hey, Y/n." Shoto calls as he enters the company parking lot, making you turn. "Do you want to ride home with us?"

You glance at Shoto just as he opens the car door for his interns. He then walks towards you and gives your shoulder a squeeze. "Come on. Let's take the kids home and I'll drive you to your place. I don't want you waiting here all night again."

"He said he'll come." You mumble, looking at your unanswered texts for the nth time. Shoto can see your eyes starting to water. He knows you and Izuku have been going through a rough patch lately.

"You should go ahead, I'll give him a couple more minutes." You sniffle, nodding to yourself. "He promised."

He frowns after hearing your voice falter. You are a good friend and he knows Midoriya is a good guy, but he also knows how Izuku has been treating you lately. He knows Midoriya wasn't able to come to your birthday dinner a couple of months back due to work, and for weeks, he has been standing you up on dates and has been making promises left and right that he could not keep.

Shoto refrains from meddling. Besides, he knows talking to you about letting Midoriya do these things to you is pointless because he knows you'll only come to your boyfriend's defense.

You'll just keep repeating the lie you want to believe. That he's just busy. That he's only doing his job. That he must just still be stuck doing some hero work and just lost track of time. But as Shoto looks at you again, his heart breaks for you. Because from the sadness reflected in your eyes, the quivering of your lips, he knows that you yourself know how wrong all this is too.

"Y/n. Let's go." He grabs your hand gently and takes a deep breath before slapping you with the harsh truth. "We both know he's not coming."

It was a harsh blow but you needed it. Tears all but fell from your eyes. Months worth of frustration, pent up anger and heart ache had you heaving from where you stood. Shoto had to pull you into an embrace to help you save face from your colleagues who are heading to their own cars as well. He held you tight through it and eventually walked you over to his car. You were grateful to the interns who kept their eyes down, sparing you from their pitiful glances and letting you have what was left of your dignity.

The drive was painfully quiet and awkward until someone's stomach grumbled. You and Shoto glanced at the rearview mirror seeing Eri-chan flustered while Kota looks like he's trying his hardest to hold in his laughter. You sniffle and crack a grin, "It's way past dinner time, huh?" You then turn to Shoto and ask, "We could go for some drive-thru, if you'd like? Plus, I have a cake here that we could share." You raise up the box in your hand.

"Yeah, I could eat." Shoto flashes you a soft smile before looking at the kids through the rearview mirror. "What do you say, you two?"

Kota and Eri-chan exchanged gazes before nodding shyly. Eri scoots forward though and places a hand on your shoulder, "Are you sure, Y/n-san?"

You glance at the time on the dashboard and see that it's past midnight anyway. Past your 5th anniversary. You smile wryly and turn to her, squeezing her hand. "I'm sure. Besides, I wouldn't want this to go to waste. I spent the entire evening yesterday making this, you know." You wink at her.

You four ended up getting food from the kids' requested fast food chain and parked outside the UA dorms to eat. You bought enough, well, Shoto bought enough for the entire class. Those who were still up ate with you guys and for a while, you forget your problem. Indulging in the little stories the students tell you about their day, their first saves. It takes you and Shoto back to the days when you were both still doing your internships.

But then a sigh escapes your lips as you sliced up the cake that you were supposed to surprise Izuku with. At least more people got to enjoy it, you try to console yourself, seeing their happy faces as they eat and hearing their satisfied hums. You and Shoto wave them good night as they head to the dorms after.

You turn to Shoto when you hear a canned beer open. His shoulder raises in a small shrug as he hands it over to you. "Got this from a couple of unruly teens Kota and I caught earlier on patrol." He explains. You probably shouldn't knowing you have an early shift tomorrow but hell, it's one fucking drink and you sure could use one to lull the ache in your chest.

"Thanks." You mutter as you grab the one he just opened for you.

"Sure thing." Shoto says before opening his own can. "You should consider teaching here too. The kids adore you."

You snort and shake your head. "You and I both know I'll never qualify for the job. Not with my extensive, colorful history."

"I could always put in a recommendation. It also wouldn't hurt that I know the old man could never say no to me." He wiggles his eyebrows and you burst out laughing. "Have you forgotten that it was Endeavor-san who fuckin' caught me and sent me to reformatory back then?" You ask in between laughters. The look of realization on his face made you laugh harder. "And stop using your abused kid privilage around me. At least your ass of a father made an effort to turn things around. My dad was damn rotten until the very end." You then beamed at him, shaking your head. "But who would have thought, huh? Todoroki Enji as UA's principal."

Shoto laughs wryly and shakes his head but the concern in his eyes was still evident. To him, you'll always be the girl branded as a wolf in sheep's clothing when you really are anything but. All because you happened to be All for One's daughter.

"All the more reason you can get accepted here then." Shoto says with a shrug. "If my dad can hold a position here then so can you."

"Quit asking me to teach." You pushed him by the arm. "I'm not really the kind of person kids should look up to." Shoto sees your expression grow somber and he knows exactly what's crossing your mind right now. He remembers seeing you go from someone who aspires to outgrow your reputation by proving yourself, to someone who eventually cowered and gave in because of how unfair life and pretty much everyone has treated you.

"Hey," he nudges your shoulder with his. "You're not that person anymore. You're lame now, just like the rest of us." He teases. Shoto grins when you let out a genuine laugh for the first time in a while. There, that's the Y/n he loves seeing.

"Oh please, I was terrible then." You cringed. Remembering the petty crimes you did, the partying, the sleeping around, your destructive behaviour that lead you to get kicked out of UA and removed from internship program in the middle of the semester. "I regret a lot of things but I regret not graduating with you guys the most."

Shoto can see the sadness lingering in you as you say that and he couldn't help but reach out to touch your head affectionately. "We missed you but we always believed you'd make things right." He says. "And you did. Now things worked themselves out in the end."

"I guess." You chuckle. "Thanks, Sho."

You were about to tell him you should head home when your gaze drifts past Shoto to one of the school buildings, the tech support lab to be specific. Your brows furrow seeing you boyfriend enter the building, a paperbag of takeout from your favorite restaurant in hand.

"Izuku-?" You got off the hood of Shoto's car, squinting. What the hell is he doing here?

Shoto turns around and follows your line of sight and sees Midoriya as well. He sighs and says, "Yeah, he's been helping out Melissa a lot lately. She's been having a hard time since her dad passed-"

"Melissa?" Your gaze drifts back to Shoto's face. "Melissa Shield?"

"Y-yes." Shoto says, brows furrowing. "Didn't Midoriya tell you she's back?"

You looked back at the building, your heart sinking to your stomach. "No."

And you know exactly why.

—

Shoto drove you home. If you can even call it that. As the car slows to a halt, Shoto reaches to grab your hand. He doesn't say anything, just squeezes your hand to reassure you that he's got your back.

"Thanks for driving me home." You croak, smiling through your tears. He only lets out a sad smile and you mirror it before getting out of the car.

---

You are not a quitter. Never have been. It was one of the many things you and Izuku had in common. You'd rather bleed and tear yourself apart than give up. And that's exactly what you're doing right now. As you sit in the living room of your home for the past three years, for the first time, you wallow in torment of what your relationship's current state is. Of how broken and insecure Izuku has unintentionally made you. Of how you had just caught him lying and seeing someone else behind your back.

Midoriya Izuku is your world. And you, you no longer matter to him. Not as much as you want to at least. Not when you can blatantly see how he can disregard you by lying to you for the past few months.

Your hands have been cold and clammy since you saw him enter the building earlier, your heart breaking further with every doubt plaguing your mind. Your eyes flicker to the door when you hear the security panel chirp, throat running dry.

"Where have you been?" You ask the moment he steps into your shared apartment.

His emerald his widened with shock at first and when he sees you, the shock was then replaced by an apologetic expression. Seeing you still all dressed up, he realizes what he has just missed. "Oh god, Y/n. I'm so sorry.. I forgot-"

"Where were you?" You try to keep your tone even as you watch him walk over to you to the couch. He kneels in front of you and grabbed your hands, peppering kisses on them.

"I got caught up with work and I had to go help a friend at UA. I didn't mean to forget, I swear." He then reaches to cup your cheek, kissing you on the lips. You heart aches at how sincere he seems. "Happy anniversary, sweetheart." He murmurs against your cheek but you glared at him.

"What friend?" At this point, you feel like you couldn't breathe. This is it, what he says next might just be your breaking point. Will he tell you the truth or will he lie to you just like how he's been fucking doing so for months.

Tears instantly stung your eyes when you see him swallow hard and make a face. He gave you a thin lipped smile, eyes squinting a bit as he shrugs. "No one you really now." He says.

You stood up and walked past him, leaving him to fumble over you trying to grasp your hand. "Y/n, hey, where are you going?"

"Come on, sweetheart. I said I was sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise." You feel his hands around your waist, his lips ghosting on your hair. You take a deep breath before turning to face him. You scoffed when he has the nerve to look remorseful.

"How long, Izuku? How long have you been lying to me?"

"I-I'm not sure I know what you mean-" He frowns, reaching to hold your face but you slap his hand away. "Yes. You do." You spat.

When he continues to appear oblivious, the tears you've been holding back all but fell from your eyes. Your lips quivering. "I saw you. At UA. With her. So tell me," Your nostrils flare as you search his eyes. "Since when have you been fucking lying to me?"

Midoriya pales. Speechless for a moment and you can see his mind going overdrive through his panicked stare. "I-It's not like that, sweetheart." He holds you despite your protests and wipes your tears. "It's Melissa. She needed me-"

"I needed you!!" You shriek. Your chest heaving as you struggle to push air down your lungs. "I'm your girlfriend!!" The sheer frustration has you curling to yourself, pointing your finger to your chest to remind him who he should be caring more about. "Why did you lie to me? And why is it that it's me who have beg for your damn time and attention?? Why does Melissa get it so effortlessly?"

Midoriya's demeanor completely changes, exhaustion washing over him. Anger flashes across his usually gentle features and you stagger a step back when he suddenly screams at you, "This is why!" Your eyes go wide in both shock and disbelief. "I lied because I knew you'd react exactly like this! Y/n, I am all Melissa has left! You know that!"

It took you a whole second to recompose yourself, still having a hard time grasping the fact that he just yelled at you for the first time.

"I know that. But we also both know that she still has feelings for you, Izuku! Do you seriously expect me to just be okay with you seeing her without telling me?" Midoriya lets you go with a sigh, stepping away from you and running his fingers through his hair out of frustration.

You tail him to the bedroom to continue telling him what's been bothering you, slamming the door shut behind to try and spare your neigbors. "I saw how you held her-" You swallow the lump in your throat, blinking away the fresh tears that stings your eyes. "I saw you kiss her, while we barely see each other anymore. I can't even remember the last time you kissed me! So can you really blame me if I am reacting this way?"

Again, to your disbelief, he whirls around and starts yelling at you again. "It was an innocent one, Y/n! On the forehead! You're blowing things way out of proportion."

Your breath catches as doubt bombards your mind even more. Were you? You start questioning yourself. Are you being unreasonable right now? But then you realize it was still wrong that he hid the fact that he was seeing her behind your back.. right?

"I wouldn't be if you told me about her in the first place, but you had been lying to me! For months-"

"Fuck's sake, Y/n! It's not like I'm sleeping with Melissa!" He grabs you by the shoulders, knocking the back of your head against the door with a thud. You gawk up at him as he continues to ask, "That's what you're getting to, right?

You startle when he proceeds to grab your face in his rough calloused hand with a bruising grip, your hands flying to his wrist to try and pry it off. But the way he glared at you has you cowering back. Midoriya has never looked at you this way before. In fact, you rarely see him look at anyone this way. He looks at you like how he looks at someone he wants to end.

"You think I'd cheat on you?" He then asks in a gravely low voice. "You think I'd get back at you? Hurt you the way that you hurt me years ago?"

You heart sank. After all this time.. you thought he had forgiven you, you thought you've both already moved past that.

"Izuku, no." Your voice breaks, brows furrowing as memories of your infidelity come back to haunt you. "No, I just-"

"Just what?" He tilts his head. "Not used to being the center of the fucking universe?" He sneers. "My bad, let me make it up to you."

Midoriya then kisses you roughly, his hand that was holding your face drifts to the back of your head to keep you from pulling away. A shiver runs down your spine and goosebumps covered your arms and legs as he lets his other hand roam, squeezing at your breasts, sliding down your side, and pulling you against his hardened cock by hoisting your leg around his waist.

"Izuku, stop-" You choke out as you push him off but he proceeds to rip your dress off of you and forced you down on the bed. He cocks his head to the side and eyed the wet patch forming on your underwear, "Your body says otherwise, sweetheart."

His eyes then flicker back at your face with a wicked smirk stretching his lips. He haphazardly tear his own clothes off, discarding the hero suit on the bedroom floor. This gave you time to scramble back against the headboard and grab the blanket over your half naked body. You stare up at your boyfriend in disbelief, gasping when he suddenly pulls you by the ankle.

The yelp that escapes you was muffled when he starts kissing you again, strong rough hands destroying your undergarments without mercy.

"This what you want, right?" He murmurs against the shell of your ear before licking a stipe down your neck and proceeding to bite and suck on a patch of skin just above your breast. "You have been feeling so neglected that you start having thoughts about me fucking someone else?"

Midoriya hovers above you and grabs a fistful of hair on the back of your head, forcing you to look up at him. "Again, my bad." He said but he doesn't look remorseful, not one bit. Instead, he looks pissed off. And it scares the shit out of you.

"Stop," you whimpered. "This isn't you, Izuku. Please."

"You're right." His jaw clenches as he stares down at you. "But this is who you made me out to be. You drive me insane, Y/n." He tugs harder on your hair making your groan out in pain. "I give you all of me, I dedicate my whole life for you and in return, you make me feel fucking inadequate."

You squirm under his touch, scalp starting to ache at his tight grip on your hair as his other hand continues to slide down your belly to where you've been aching for him the most. You moan wretchedly when he spreads you open, collecting your slick on the pads of his fingers and teasing you callously.

"I let you off the damn hook after screwing my friend and you accuse me of the doing same shit when all I am trying to do is help someone entrusted to me?" He asks mockingly while pushing a finger in. He continues his torture until you were breathing heavily, only to add another finger in to stretch you out more, his emerald gaze glued on your face watching your expression distort in both shame and pleasure.

"Izuku!" You whimper. Your forehead knocking against his shoulder as you curl up, mouth gaping in a silent cry when he sheathes himself into you in one swift thrust. You could have sworn you saw stars. Your arms go around his shoulder as you allow your body to be rocked on the bed in perfect sync with his. Tears leak past your temples as you try to kiss every part of him you could reach. His collarbone, his throat, his jaw.

"What?" He grunts out but doesn't stop. He builds a punishing pace, the type that has you gripping his arms and screaming into his palm that he has placed over your mouth.

You were bawling at this point and you start to babble, "I-I'm sorry." You pant shamefully as your near the edge. "Fuck, I'm so sorry!" You blather on, your voice almost drowned out by the creaking of the bed and the obscene sound your connecting bodies make with every sharp thrust. But then, to your bitter disappointment he pulls out of you abruptly, leaving you clenching around nothing and robbing you of your release. You look up at him and flat out cried his name.

Midoriya chases after his breath and looks down at you coldly, muttering, "You should be." He licks his lower lip and got off the bed. "I love you, Y/n. But you need to know your place."

You stare after him as walks off to the bathroom with one realization.. He wasn't who everyone thought he was. He wasn't the man you have come to know and love. At least not anymore. Yet you stay, rooted right where he left you broken in every way possible because you believe you were mostly at fault.

You also held hope that somewhere underneath that Izuku you just witnessed, he still cares about you.. Even now.

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"Although you know that's not the case, right?" He asks, cracking an eye open to look at you for validation. You merely grin, blushing at the thought of the playful Nanami you have come to know and love behind closed doors. He can be teasing and surprisingly annoying when he wants to be but damn, he's so charming about it that you always give him a pass.

If you're being honest, you feel immense pride that only you can see this side of him.

"Nah, I still think Satoru has a crush on you. The man practically cries when you refuse to join him for meals."

He laughs again which fades into a contented sigh, realizing that he often does smile or laugh when he's around you. The thought of taking you up for your suggestion sounds so good right now. Spending the whole day like this on this cool October day gets extremely tempting. Maybe later this afternoon, he can go to the bakery and buy a sandwich from the friendly lady you both like.

Should he just call and tell them he can't work today?

But then his phone starts vibrating on the bedside table. You both eye it for a second, and Nanami flashes you an apologetic gaze. He kisses the top of your head and mouths, "I'll be back before you know it."

Parting is always hard for you. You know his profession, you know him as a person. You know that he's good at what he does but he also would not think twice about protecting the kids under his supervision.

You knew this prior to getting into the relationship and it's one of the reasons why you have fallen for him. But it doesn't get any easier each time he has to leave for a mission. With a deep breath, you nuzzle his neck and kiss the base of his jaw.

"Promise me you'll take a leave soon?" You whisper. "Come take a vacation with me? Finally visit Malaysia like we always talked about?"

Nanami holds you tighter, a soft smile gracing his lips. "And then the Philippines. I've read there's a lot of beautiful beaches there that you're going to love."

You hum in agreement. "And then we can go to Indonesia. Then, Thailand, Sri Lanka-"

"Anywhere you want, sweetheart." He cuts you off with a peck on the lips. "I'll go anywhere with you once this is all over."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

---

He should have stayed home.

Nanami exhales shakily as he wipes the blood from his hands before wrapping his tie around his palm. He feels exhausted and his strength is slipping by each passing second. He looks up in a moment of reprieve, sensing a horde of mutated humans up ahead.

Yeah. He should have stayed with you.

---

You were preparing dinner when your phone suddenly rang. Your brow raises seeing your boyfriend's name pop up. He doesn't usually call when he's on a mission and this makes your breath catch. You snatched the phone from the countertop and answered right away.

"Kento? Are you okay?" The shrill in your voice made Nanami smile to himself.

"I'm fine, Y/n. Breathe." He says and you closed your eyes in relief.

"Sorry. I just thought something had happened-" you shake your head. "Hi, love."

"Hello, sweetheart." Nanami murmurs, wishing he could be at home with you right now. He'll bet you already had dinner started and you're heading to the couch to get back to reading your book while you wait for the food to be cooked.

"Listen, I don't think I'm going to make it tonight. So don't wait up for me, alright?" He says, as he continues forward looking around for Maki, Naobito and Megumi.

"Ohh. Are you guys having a rough time with the mission?" You ask, brows furrowing as you settle on the couch, cradling the phone in your hands.

"Yeah.." Nanami rakes his brain of what else he could say that wouldn't cause you to panic. The situation is really bad and there's no other way he could put it that wouldn't have you figuring out that he's in some deep trouble right now. So he opted with, "Remember our conversation this morning?"

You perk up in your seat, smiling to yourself and nodding as if he can see you. "Yes."

Nanami grins at how this instantly lightens up your mood. "Let's do it. I'll book our flights and make reservations. Let's go on my birthday?"

"I'd love that, Kento." You say, smiling ear to ear.

"Promise we'll go no matter what?" He asks and you let out a laugh. "I should be the one asking you that. I've been begging you to go for as long as I can remember!"

Nanami laughs too, nodding to himself. "Just promise me, will you?"

You roll your eyes. "Fine. I promise."

"Good." You can tell he was smiling and this inevitably made you smile too. "Alright, I have to go, sweetheart."

"Okay, love. Take care." You say. There was silence on the other line for a moment, you were about to check if he was still there but then he speaks again.

"I love you, Y/n.. Always." He murmurs lovingly and your heart swells.

"I love you too." You murmur back. But then, you start to feel a turmoil of worry brewing in your chest. "Kento? Wait." You swallow hard.

"Why do I feel like you're saying goodbye?"

"O-okay. Kento-?"

You hear him chuckle on the other line. "Because I am, sweetheart." Nanami's expression turns blank as he reaches the station. "I have to go now. Remember your promise, okay?"

"Goodbye, my Y/n. I'll see you soon."

---

"Y/n-san," Yuuji shakes you gently. "We're here."

You open your eyes as the van halts, dropping you off to the hotel. One of the staff welcomes you as you enter the lobby. "Right this way, Mrs. Nanami." You returned her friendly smile and followed her to check in.

You were all assisted to the hotel room, yours were right next to the kids. You turned to them and reminded them, "Let's meet by the beach for dinner, okay?"

The bed looks so welcoming and you find yourself drifting the moment your body hits the mattress. After the nap, you showered, got dressed and made an effort to doll up a little. You went out to scour the place for a cake. Fortunately, you found one at Kampung.

You walk along the beach, carrying your sandals in one hand and the box of cake on the other.

You found the perfect spot as the sun starts to set. The skies now splashed with shades of orange and pink. You smile to yourself as you take out the cake.

Taking out the matchbox one of the staff of the restaurant has given you, you light up the candle. You start singing Happy Birthday, voice getting thick and tears flooding your eyes as you sing the last line of the song.

The candle goes out with the gentle breeze that passes by and you close your eyes, your hand drifting to your necklace where parts of him you're still able to keep resides.

From the pool area, Yuuji, Megumi, Maki, Yuta, and Inumaki spot you by the shore. Each one of them feeling the heaviness and loss you're feeling. They walk to you where you are, taking their place beside you.

You smile up Maki who sits at your left. She takes your hand in hers, squeezing reassuringly. You then turn on your right and see the rest of the kids looking at the horizon with pensive looks on their faces. They have all been through so much and you know they're all blaming themselves for what has happened to the love of your life.

It took a while for Yuuji to look you in the eye after what happened. But with your constant reassurance that you do not blame him or any of them, he finally came around and was able to grieve properly.

They say everything heals with time, but you found that to be false. Because it still hurts just as bad to this day, hurts worse with every passing day if you're being honest. Especially on days like this, when he's supposed to be here with you.

But then, this pain is a reminder that he was here, and that your love for him is still here too.