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Aone Takanobu X Reader

Warnings: None. Implied fem. reader, but I think all references to the reader are relatively gender neutral.

Just a short story for Aone, who definitely doesn’t get enough recognition. I hope you guys enjoy!

Aone paced back and forth outside the door, trying to hype himself up enough to open it and walk through it. Anyone walking by would be questioning what horrifying scenario was going on behind the door to make the stoic, 6’4 Aone anxious to walk through. Much to their surprise, it is infact an art club. 

Aone has very little interest in art, yet he found himself watching YouTube tutorials late into the night on how to do a basic anatomical drawing. The reason, of course, was you. 

You, who had caught his eye all those months ago when you asked him for directions to the Chemistry lab. Most people would avoid Aone like the plague, claiming he was too intimidated and scary to approach. But not you. You had tapped him on the shoulder and asked him, a slight embarrassed blush dusting your cheeks, and asked him with no qualms. 

Since then, he’s payed special attention to you; sneaking glances at you as you giggle with your friends over a silly joke, ripping your hair out in the library as you try to solve a particularly challenging maths equation for the umpteenth time. He remembers one time you even showed up to one of his games. He knows damn well that you were probably forced to go by one of your friends who knew someone on the team, but on quiet evenings he likes to close his eyes and pretend you were there for him, to cheer him on and support him. 

So how did all of this lead to him standing outside of the art classroom at 4.30pm on a Tuesday, when he should be taking advantage of his day off from training? 

As he had been walking to class yesterday morning, he noticed you handing out fliers promoting your new art club (American tv show style) and encouraging people passing by to join it. As he walked by, trying to stare at you inconspicuously, you pushed a flier into his hand. Startled, he stopped in his tracks. You mistook this for him taking interest in the flier and your eyes lit up. “You should join!! It will be really fun!” You smile. 

Aone knew deep down that this was a persuasive tactic, and the big smile and encouragement to join was clearly something you would say to anyone who showed interest. Despite this blatant fact, he decided to pretend you were asking him specifically to join, and Aone wouldn’t deny you anything, especially if it meant he got to spend more time around you. 

So here he was, taking deep breaths and trying to steel his nerves. Deciding to just get it over with, he knocked gently on the door before pushing it open. 

Inside, the chatter and clattering of paintbrushes against glass jars filled with water stopped, as everyone turned to look at him. 

Immediately, his face went up in flames and he took a step back, ready to skitter away, thoroughly spooked. Before he got the chance to, you leap forwards. “You came!” You call out in excitement, and grab the sleeve of his shirt to pull him into the room. He moves at your command with no resistance, staring directly at the point of contact between your hand and his sleeve. 

Aone sits down at the large table and becomes instantly aware that he is the only man in the room. He notices two of your friends elbow one another and whisper furiously to eachother, lacking any subtlety at all. 

Turning to face you, he just catches the end of your sentence, “-happy to start with pencil?”

He gives a firm nod, trying to remember what he practiced last night. 

Thankfully, you step away to help someone else set up their canvas. If you had stood and watched him, he is fairly certain he would have forgotten how to draw a straight line. 

Despite the fact that he’s only using a pencil and rubber, Aone’s large frame is lumbersome and bulky. He finds himself knocking into things and akwardly bumping into the table, causing a number of colouring pencils to  crash to the ground. 

Eventually he gets the hang of moving in smaller, gentle movements to avoid shaking the large communal table. 

In his peripheral vision he can see your friends whispering animatedly to you, clearly scheming. 

After another few minutes, he almost jumps when he hears one of them all out, “Aone would you mind coming over here? We need your opinion on (name)’s drawing!” 

He blinks in surprise and watches as the girl yelps, clearly having just been kicked or pinched under the table. However, nobody tells him to ignore what she just said, so he stands up and walks over towards you. 

“What do you think?” Your other friend asks, a devilish smirk on her face. On your page is an intricate drawing of a landscape, filled with prosperous trees and a gently sloping lake. 

The work is highly impressive and he is very aware that he wouldn’t be able to do something as good as that, even if given all of the supplies in the world. 

“It’s lovely” he says simply, his deep, rumbling voice causing your eyes to widen slightly and colour to deepen in your face. 

Out of the corner of his eye he catches a flash of movement and his hand shooter out, catching a glass bottle filled with paint water before it crashes and shatters on the ground. 

It was simply the result of muscle memory and quick reflexes that have been honed in basketball, so he thinks nothing of it. 

However, he finds himself feeling slightly

smug and pleased with himself when all of your friends let out little gasps of awe and ask him if his ‘spidey-senses were tingling’. 

The rest of the art class passed peacefully, with you and Aone catching eachothers eye over the table a number of times, followed by the both of you promptly turning beetroot red. 

Aone was thoroughly glad he had agreed to join the club, because he got to see you completely in your element, laughing with your friends and working on something you enjoyed. 

At 5.30, everyone began to file out the door. Aone washed the dirty plates covered in paint and helped you organise the space, reluctant to leave you any early than he absolutely had to. 

“Can I help?” Aone asks, and butterflies erupt in your stomach at the unexpected use of his calm, baritone voice. 

You were currently trying to haul up your overflowing bag of art supplies, while simultaneously balancing your A3 art book and an expensive set of charcoal pencils. 

“Oh you don’t have to! I’m sure you’re anxious to get home” you respond sweetly, smiling. 

Aone doesn’t move, having already made a decision to help you. He knows his mother would scold him if he knowingly left someone to carry a huge amount of stuff by themselves, most of all a lady. 

“Look at the size of you” she would say, swatting his arm lightly “you need to make use of it”. 

He steps forward and gently picks up your heavy case full of artworks and your A3 notebook. 

“Thank you” you say “you really don’t have to”. Just as he was about to shake his head and firmly inform you that he did have to (as he had self assigned himself to help you in any way possible), you cut him off by letting out a laugh. 

Aone eyed you curiously, unsure why you are laughing but very grateful you are doing so. 

You gesture to the A3 notebook in his hands “Up against you, it looks tiny!” You explain, and Aone looks down to see that the large notebook does indeed look rather small against his tall frame. 

You walk in companionable silence on the way to the train station. When you walk by a restaurant you recognise, you begin to tell him a story about a memorable time you went there and ended up meeting your favourite author, completely by coincidence! From there you tell him about your favourite books, which leads to you comparing them to their movie formats, and then you name all of your favourite films. By the time you reach the train station, you realise you’ve flicked through about 4 different topics and not once asked him if for his opinion or if he even cared about what you were talking about. You clamp your mouth shut, mortified at the idea that he may be bored out of his mind, or worse, think you were incredibly annoying. 

At first, Aone thinks you’re considering your next conversation topic, and frowns when you stay silent for 2 whole minutes. 

“Don’t stop. I like hearing your thoughts” he says, looking you directly in the eyes as you await your train. 

You blink at him, surprised, and a warm feeling swells up in your chest. Smiling at him, you begin to call out a pros and cons of whether the cinema or watching movies at home is better. 

When the both of you got onto the train, Aone tried to make himself as small as possible, so that he wasn’t crowding you. He wasn’t used to having someone sit beside him on the train, and felt himself blush slightly when anyone glanced over at the two of you. He secretly hoped people assumed you guys were a couple. 

You continued to chatter throughout the train ride, making the time pass quickly. 

Sooner than Aone would have liked, your stop comes. He insists on coming with you to help you carry your art work home, despite the fact it will cost him an extra 30 minutes and 150 Yen, he decides it is very much worth it for the extra few minutes he gets to spend with you. 

The two of you are walking down a quiet street side by side when a strong gust of wind send a few papers flying out of your overflowing art case. You smile at eachother and begin collecting the spare pages. 

Aone picks up a page that holds a number of charcoal sketches of a masculine figure. He’s about to hand it over to you, thinking nothing of it, until he picks up on the anxious way you’re glancing at it. Inspecting it more closely, he notices two things. 

You are an INCREDIBLE artist 

The man in the sketch looks suspiciously like him

Aone is thoroughly impressed by the way you can capture so much life in a few simple strokes. He notices the tall, broad man in the drawing carrying out a range of tasks, varying from standing, sitting, eating and most noticeably, playing volleyball. 

The figure looks powerful and strong as he jumps to block a volleyball, and practicing hitting it over the net. 

Surely he’s misunderstood. There is simply no way you were using him as a reference for any, it must be another one of his teammates, or maybe a random player you had simply found online. 

Just to make sure, he turned around the page and finds another drawing, a much more recent one judging by the way the charcoal still looks fresh enough to smear. 

It’s a drawing of a man hunched over a page, clearly deeply concentrated as he tries to draw something. 

In the bottom corner of the page he sees handwriting that is not yours (a friend perhaps?) which has your initial beside his in an exaggeratedly large love heart. He feels his heart rate spike. 

When he looks up at you, your head is cradled in your hands and you seem to be letting out a low stream of curse words. 

“What is this?” He asks dumbly, refusing to let himself get carried away without your confirmation. 

“Drawings. Of you” you admit, wincing. 

“Oh” he says, nodding as if this is the most natural thing in the world, while internally he is running in circles like an overly excitable puppy. “Why?” He asks simply. 

You bring your hands down from around your head, ready to face the music. You stand tall, deciding not to be cowed by your emotions, however silly and irrelevant they may be. 

“Because I like you” you say plainly. “Also you have a great figure. Really good for practicing anatomy. Like, you can see every muscle and vein when you’re training and-“ you cut yourself off abruptly, realising you’re babbling and delaying the inevitable.  

You’re currently waiting for the sweet boy you’ve had your eye in to shake his head sympathetically and gently tell you that he doesn’t feel the same way. You’re expecting him to at least try to disguise the mild discomfort at having been so closely watched that you’ve drawn images of him, and vaguely confused as to why you’ve decided you ‘like’ someone who you have had very minimal interactions with. 

What you aren’t expecting is for him to have a small smile take over his face, as his eyes retrace over the drawings. “Thank you” he says. “I think I like you too” he continues. 

His admission surprises you so much that you drop the papers you’ve just recovered from the wind, causing them to scatter at your feet. 

He helps you collect them again and you notice the rising colour in his neck. 

“…would you like to go to get coffee some time?” Aone asks, his shyness a juxtaposition to his imposing height and straight posture. 

“Yes, I would like that very much” you grin back at him, your heart racing and the large smile on your face making your cheeks ache. 

Pairing: (F) READER X KATSUKI BAKUGO

After a heated argument, you and Bakugo break up. Due to pride and stubbornness, neither apologised, even though neither one of you wanted to break up.

Warnings: cursing and harsh insults

Authors note: I see a lot of Bakugo break up stories where he is all sad and mournful, but that boy is angry, aggressive and explosive! I hope I was able to show that in this little oneshot. I Hope you guys enjoy!

The door rattled on its hinges as Bakugo stompted into the room, letting the door swing back to hit Midoriya in the face. Sighing, Midoriya and Todoroki walked into Endeavor’s Hero Agency behind him. The air was strung tight with tension as Bakugo slumped and walked silently over towards the changing room. 

Midoriya has suggested the three of them come to Endevor’s training agency to make use of the training facilities that Shoto had year round free access to, but always refused to use. Todoroki claimed he was “making a point” but Midoriya felt it was a crime not to take advantage of such high quality training facilities. Despite the excuse of wanting to practice some new attacks on Bakugo, there was an unspoken understanding between the three boys over the real reason they were here: to let Bakugo blow off some steam. 

Three months ago you and Bakugo had gone through a messy breakup which ended with a lot of screaming and door slamming. Everyone had expected it to blow over the next day, but instead three months had gone by in near silence as the two of you avoided eachother like the plague. Despite his complete refusal to admit that he was missing you, Bakugo had been clearly on edge and much more aggressive than usual, which made everyone around him uncomfortable. 

Deciding that a hardcore workout was the best way to let Bakugo work through his anger, both Todoroki and Midoriya had decided to join him. However, Midoriya felt all of the blood drain out of the body when he heard a familiar disgruntled voice call out “what the hell are YOU doing here?”

There you were, standing with a bag slung over your shoulder as you come out of a bathroom that was connected with the main lobby of the building. Shoto and Midoriya shared a look as Bakugo visibly tensed and crossed his arms “tch, I’m here  to train obviously” he shot back. “What are you doing here?” 

You don’t answer his question, opting instead to glance him up and down “yeah you could use it” you say, hoping to get under his skin. The effect is immediate. His face contorts in anger and he shouts “the hell do you mean by that, huh?”. You shrug casually, tugging your bag higher into your shoulder and attempt to wipe the satisfied smirk off of your face. Having succeeded in your mission in annoying him, you turn swiftly and walk over to the training room, swiping your access card through and disappearing through the door. 

Bakugo glares as you walk away and catches Todoroki giving him a look. “You have something to say?” He asks, his tone threatening. Immune to social norms Todoroki asks straight out “Do you miss her?”. Bakugo blanches, caught off guard. 

“Wh-What? No of course not! Why would I miss her?” He recovers quickly, turning his dark glare into Shoto. 

Midoriya steps in, hoping to shield Todoroki from Bakugo’s deteriorating patience. “No reason” he says quickly before continuing, “you’ve just been a little more… I don’t know, more intense than usual”. The blonde rolls his eyes and scoffs loudly “No I haven’t. You’re imagining things nerd” 

Midoriya makes an unconvinced noise low in his throat but doesn’t push on the topic, not wanting to have Bakugo fully lose his temper with him. 

The three of them walk into the training room, beginning to stretch and warm up. It doesn’t escape the attention of Shoto and Deku that as the training session progresses, Bakugo uses increasingly impressive attacks, letting out obnoxiously loud grunts and yells as he attacks the obstacles surrounding him. 

Bakugo takes inconspicuous glances back at you every couple of minutes, hoping expecting to catch you looking over at him, but much to his dismay you blatantly ignore him, too busy trying to perfect a move of your own. 

Taking a water break, Shoto observes Bakugo grow increasingly frustrated with the giant stone pillar in front of him. His hits become increasingly aggressive and he mutters to himself, glaring over at where you’re standing. Letting out a frustrated growl he lets out an explosion that completely obliterates it, sending stones flying out in all directions. Shoto briefly wonders if this training session is therapeutic for the blonde, or if being around you is only fuelling his anger. 

An unknown girl who is currently working out beside you calls over “Keep it down jackass, some of us are trying to focus”. A vein pops in Bakugo’s forehead as you giggle at the girl, obviously pleased. 

Bakugo wonders if this is a new friend of yours. She clearly doesn’t know who he is, seeing as how she carelessly called over to him as if he were a complete random. Was he not important enough that you should tell your friends who he was? Was he just a faceless ex boyfriend long in your past? The thought annoyed him more than he would like to admit and he ordered Midoriya to come over and work on doubles with him, needed a punching bag. 

The fight should be painfully one sided, with Bakugo high on energy, fuelled by his anger at being ignored but Midoriya gets a number of successful hits on Bakugo when he is distracted, glancing over at you obsessively. The room begins to fill as other people flood into the room, taking up position to train as well. It gets so crowded that Bakugo can only see the top of your head as you practice dodging a machine that throws large pieces of debris at you. 

After another 15 minutes you begin to pack up your bag and walk out of the training room, deep in conversation with the girl. You barely spare the boys a glance, simply giving Todorki a polite nod. 

You share a class with them, live in the same dormitory block with the rest of your classmates and can’t justify being rude to them just because they’re with Bakugo, who you would rather not see on a Saturday that has been relatively peaceful before you stepped out of the bathroom and almost body slammed directly into the one person who you did not want to see. 

If you were being completely honest, you had been just as surprised as all of your classmates when you and Bakugo didn’t get back together after your impromptu breakup. You tried to forget how for the first week after the argument you would sit up at night, waiting for the telltale shuffle of reluctant feet under your door, the quiet knock on your dorm room door and your moody boyfriend to stick his head in and mutter an apology. But it never came. You tried to pretend that you wouldn’t have thrown yourself at him immediately, forgiving him on the spot if he had. But you know deep down you would have. 

Instead, you barely saw him for the next two weeks, except in class. Even then, you sat on the other side of the classroom, two rows ahead of him so you weren’t even able to spare him more than a few longing glances during class, disguising them with a mask of cool indifference and nonchalance. 

You continued out the door without stopping to even glance at Bakugo, worried he would see the tiny flash of longing in your gaze. 

As soon as the door swings shut behind you Bakugo turns to Shoto and Deku. “DID YOU SEE THAT? THE CHEEK.” He yells, going so far as to stomp his foot like a petulant child. 

Midoriya widens his eyes at Todoroki, and the two boys try to prepare themselves for the inevitable explosion that is soon to follow. Bakugo mutters to himself as tiny embers flicker between his fingers “she- she just. THE FUCKING AUDACITY” he yells, filled with so much raw fury that he’s unable to form coherent sentences. 

Turning quickly away from them as if he’s about to throw up, he lets out an explosion that is so destructive, the entire room fills up with dark black smoke. 

Almost immediately, the other people in the room begin to cough and choke, quickly evacuating the room. Bakugo stands in the middle of the room, vibrating with anger and he lets out a brutal yell and kicks at the ground. Hearing something skitter away under his foot and follows the sound and leans down to pick something off the floor. 

“Fucking idiot” he mutters without any malice to himself as he turns on the phone, recognising your Lock Screen wallpaper. To avoid the temptation of checking what you have his name saved as in your contacts, he tosses the phone over to Deku who catches it, fumbling slightly. 

Bakugo scowls at both of them, seemingly daring them to annoy him. Deciding not to risk another explosion they stay quiet, and the three boys leave the room together. Midoriya hands the phone to Todoroki, who puts it in the back pocket of his trousers. 

Outside of the training room a worker is speaking in an apologetic tone to you. “I’m sorry miss but I can’t let you back in there. It’s a safety hazard, so the room as to be evacuated until the smoke clears.”

You groan in frustration and Bakugo smirks, clearly pleased that you’re being refused entry. You turn toward him, a notch between your eyebrows and cross your arms. “This is your fault, isn’t it?” You accuse. 

He throws up his hands, the image of innocence “why would it be my fault, huh?” He asks, not even bothering to hide the smug grin on his face. 

“Only you’re selfish enough to ruin everyone else’s training session for your own training” you accuse harshly. 

Bakugo pretends to clutch his pearls, feigning offence, but the glimmer of satisfaction at getting under your skin shines brightly in his eyes. “I was just doing what I always do. Not my problem the weaklings in there couldn’t handle a little smoke” he shrugs casually. 

You scoff and roll your eyes, leaning closer to him “yeah, ‘doing what you always do’ because that’s all you’re good for. You’re a damn one trick pony who never learns from his mistakes” you spit venomously. 

His eye twitches at your foul insult and he fights to keep the smirk on his face instead of letting it fall. 

“I ain’t no one trick pony” he says, his tone low. “You just don’t know me well enough to know” 

At this, you let out a guffaw of laughter, and look over at the boys to see if they’re hearing the same tomfoolery that you are. 

“You and I both know that’s not true.”

Bakugo crosses his arms and gets a determined look on his face, not wanting to admit that you’re right, “You don’t know shit about me, so shut your mouth before I shut it for you” 

“Oh I know plenty about you Katsuki” you start, crossing your own arms and staring at him defiantly. The use of his first name cracks like a whip in the tense atmosphere, causing him to flinch almost imperceptibly.

 “I know that you’re an arrogant ass who freaks out if his room’s a mess, despises when restaurants mess up your order and you can’t stand when you lose, because you think you’re a failure” you note, reminding him that you had learned the most vulnerable parts about him during our relationship.

You don’t stop there, taking a step closer to him as you stare him down. “I know you hate the rain because it messes up your hair, you love the smell of gasoline and you’re a secret fan of romcoms, but only if there’s an angry confession scene, because you think it makes it more authentic.” 

Bakugo’s face contorts further with every word that leaves your mouth, each reminder of how much you understood him hitting him like a punch to the stomach. 

“Shut up! You don’t get to act like you know everything about me!” He shoots back.

You shrug and a vaguely sour look crosses your face. “You’re right about that. Because I’ll never know why you decided to put your stupid hero training ahead of me and let some stupid argument get between us. Honestly, I had thought we were stronger than that. I guess you’re the ‘weakling’, isn’t that right Bakugo?” You say, hurt lacing your poisonous words as you referenced his use of ‘weakling ’ to describe him, hoping to cut him deep. 

With that, you spin around and leave, walking quickly to avoid him catching the heartbroken look on your face. Bakugo feels as if he’s been slapped in the face. Emotions swirl deep within his chest. Anger at your blatant insults and guilt at the reminder of how he had neglected you, abandoning your relationship without putting up much of a fight. 

Midoriya and Shoto are deathly silent behind him, both scared to say anything for fear of Bakugo completely losing his shit. Bakugo stomps away, headed towards an eating area. He gets food and sits down at a table, sulking. He picks at the food absentmindedly. 

Midoriya and Shoto follow behind him and stand beside the table.

“What are you going to do?” Shoto asks bluntly, sitting opposite the angry blonde.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m eating dipshit.” Bakugo responds, chomping down aggressively on the sandwich in his hand. 

Shotos frowns at his obliviousness (ironic). Deku sits down beside Todoroki and leans in to explain. “He means what are you going to do about (name)?” 

Bakugo's scowl deepens even further as Midoriy brings up your name. He stares down at his food, avoiding the gazes of both Midoriya and Shoto. He knew exactly what they were asking, but he was having a hard time admitting it, even to himself.

How the hell am I supposed to know?” He grunts “you two are the ones who are successful with the girls. I’ve only ever dated one and she’s batshit crazy” he mutters.

“You can’t ignore the fact that you obviously still care about her. Otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting here, sulking” Todoroki points out. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I couldn’t care less about her” Bakugo insists, chewing angrily. 

Midoriya rolls his eyes. “Kacchan, just admit that you miss her! You’re being so stubborn it’s ridiculous.”

Bakugo groans and throws back his head, “God, you two are worse than Kirishima” 

Todoroki glances over at Midoriya at the confirmation that they’re not the only two who have noticed Bakugo’s obvious regret over your breakup. 

“Come on Kacchan, it can’t be that difficult to admit you still care about her” Deku pushes. 

Bakugo leans close into them, his expression frustrated as be speaks in a low tone. “Yes it IS! Maybe not for you, Mr.”I have emotions falling out of my asshole”, but for some of us, admitting we still give a rat’s ass about someone who hates us is HUMILIATING”

Todoroki and Midoriya both look taken aback by his admittance, but quickly latch onto the crack in his armour. “I’m sure she doesn’t hate you! She’s probably just hurt and lashing out!” Deku assures him. 

“Well if I were to magically grow a pair of balls and admit it like you two want me to, what then? How the fuck am I meant to make it up to her?”

Midoriya excitedly kicks Todoroki under the table, pleased that they’re making progress. 

“Well, you could start by apologising for upsetting her and whatever it is you guys broke up over. Not a half hearted apology, but a real one that tells her that you’re serious about making amends.”

Bakugo glares half heartedly at midoriya but doesn’t say anything. 

“And then, after the apology, you need to show her that you're willing to change. Prove to her that you're serious about making things right and putting in the effort to be better. Actions speak louder than words, y'know” he continues. 

“why did you two break up?” Todorki asks bluntly, cutting off Midoriya from continuing. 

Bakugo clenches his fists, his expression darkening at the memory. Despite his anger, he doesn't ignore the question. "It was a stupid fight that spiraled out of control. I said something stupid, she took it the wrong way, I overreacted and it just escalated from there. By the end of it, she told me to drop dead and that she never wanted to see me again."

Shoto raised his eyebrows in surprise “wow. I can see why you two got along so well”. Bakugo clenches his teeth, not amused. “Shut up Icy Hot” he seethes. 

Shoto grins back at him. “Well was it just one argument that caused you guys to break up? Or had you had a few leading up to the final one?” 

Bakugo sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration "We had a few fights before the final one, but they were all just small disagreements. Nothing that couldn't have been resolved, if someone hadn't been so damn stubborn."

Midoriya hides a smile behind his hand, finding it ironic that Bakugo was annoyed because you were stubborn. “That was one of the things you liked about them though, right? Their refusal to back down”

Bakugo clamps his mouth shut but eventually relents. “Yes it was one of the things I liked about her. It also drove me crazy half of the time” he admits. 

“After small arguments, how did you guys make it up to eachother?” Todoroki asks. 

Bakugo leans back in his chair, contemplating his answer. He sighs again, running a hand through his hair "Usually? We'd just avoid each other until one of us caved and apologized. She was too damn stubborn to be the first to apologize, which meant I usually ended up apologizing first"

“So why didn’t you apologise this time?” Shoto asks, curious. 

Bakugo glares at Shoto again, not enjoying being pestered with these questions, but he knows that he can't avoid them. "Honestly, I don't know. My stupid pride just got in the way, I guess. I thought she'd eventually come to her senses and apologize first. But she never did" 

Bakugo falls silent for a while after that, lost in his own world. Internally he’s running in circles like he has many nights since the break up, wondering if there was a reason you hadn’t apologised. Were you not sorry about what you had said to him? Did you not want to get back together? Had the argument broken something that couldn’t be repaired? 

Midorya frowns sympathetically at Bakugo. “I think it can be salvaged” he says optimistically. Shoto responds “we can’t be too optimistic just yet, she seems really annoyed and completely ignored you earlier. Do you have any idea if she’s seeing anyone else right now?” He asks. Bakugo shoots daggers at Shoto and the cold bucket of water he just threw over Bakugo. 

The blonde clenches his teeth together as he imagines you with another guy. He can’t stand the thought. His blood boils at even the mention of another guy being with you. “No, she’s not” Bakugo responds. 

“Ok” Shoto responds, not questioning Bakugo’s completely confident answer. 

Bakugo grunts and looks away “But even if she is, why would I care? It's none of my business who she's with"

Shoto and Midorya both groan in exasperation, slumping against their chairs. “Bakugo” Midorya says, his tone serious. “Do you want (name) to move on and date someone else?” 

Bakugo signs and mutters “no”, suddenly very interested in the table. 

“Do you want them back?” Deku pushes. Bakugo battles with his pride before responding with a slightly more confident “yes”, looking up to look Deku in the eye. 

“Then you have to give up the nonchalant act. The only reason she went back to you during previous arguments was because you proved that you wanted her back. When you didn’t apologise this last time, she probably assumed you were sick of her.” Midorya explains. 

Bakugo listens to Midoriya’s suggestion and recognises he might be correct. Your past breakups had followed a similar pattern where Bakugo would always come apologise to you and there was a chance that when he didn’t the most recent time, you assumed the worst.  "So you're saying I need to be the first one to apologize, just like always?" He asks, indignant. 

Midorya runs his hands through his hair. “YES. And if the fact you’re the one always apologising, you need to communicate that with her! She isn’t magically going to know that it upsets you if you never tell her”

Bakugo scoffs, a part of him still reluctant to admit that his pride had ruined things for him. "So you're saying that we need more 'communication', huh?"

“YES!” Midoriya enunciates.

“Alright, fine!" Bakugo relents, his pride slowly crumbling under Midoriya's words and reasoning. "So how the hell do I go about communicating with her?" 

“Look, pretend Shoto is (name) and do it how you would go about it, and then I’ll give you tips on how you can improve” Midorya suggests.

Bakugo looks distastefully at Shoto but decides to give it a shot, not wanting to refuse the help he clearly needs. 

Shoto stares at Bakugo blankly, waiting for him to start. When Bakugo stays silent and the two of them are essentially just having a stare down, Shoto prompts “what do YOU want?” imitating your voice. 

Bakugo bristles at that, his temper flaring briefly at hearing you imitated "Stop that" he growls. 

Shoto rolls his eyes, smirking slightly. “What do you want?” He asks in his regular voice. 

Bakugo grits his teeth at the question and his expression darkens. He looks away and doesn't respond. 

“BAKUGO THAT IS NOT FUCKING COMMUNICATION” Midoriya yells. 

“SHUT UP I KNOW THAT, YOU DAMN NERD" Bakugo snaps back, irritated. His hands clenched into tight fists. 

“Try again. Remember, if you don’t do this right you might lose her forever.” Midorya says. With a deep breath, Bakugo nods, trying to calm and compose himself. He knows that Midoriya is right, he might losing you forever if he doesn't say what he really wants to say. 

Shoto tried again. “What do you want?”

Bakugo takes a deep breath, then hesitantly says "I want to talk to her. I want her to give me another chance..."

Todoorki sighs. “Bakugo I’m pretending to be (name) right now. You have to say it TO me, not ABOUT me”

Bakugo scowls at Shoto's instruction and takes another deep breath. His cheeks redden in slight embarrassment but he speaks. "I...I miss you...I want to talk with you. I want another chance..."

Shoto crosses his arms and raised an eyebrow “why should I give you another chance?” He challenges. 

Bakugo grimaces at the question. “Because I was an idiot, and I know I ruined things. But I want to make it up to you. I want you to give me another shot and let me fix things. Because… because I still care about you. 

Midoriya nods encouragingly “that’s great Bakugo! Good communication” 

Bakugo responds “Yeah, yeah whatever, it's not that big of a deal", the tips of his ears pink. 

“Overall I think you have it worked out pretty well. It’s not your first argument, which definitely works in your favour. Just remember to be patient with her and don’t expect her to be fully compliant. She’s probably pretty untrusting of you right now, but with enough time and patience, I think you have a proper chance of winning her back!” Deku encourages.  

“At least you’ll have a reason to approach her, so she won’t immediately incinerate you” Shoto says causally. The boys looks at him in confusion. 

“What the hell are you talking about Icy Hot?” Bakugo asks as if Todoroki had spontaneously started speaking Russian. 

Todoroki reaches into his pocket and pulls out your phone, dangling it in front of Bakugo. “You can return this to her, and then apologise.” He explains. 

Taking a deep breath Bakugo stands up from the table, ready to chase you down and apologise. 

Bakugo finds you pacing in the lobby, clearly anxious over having lost your phone. Bakugo approaches you, sticking his hands in his pockets to have something to do with them. “Eh… hey” he opens and immediately cringed at his ridiculous greeting. 

You stop dead in your tracks and stare him down. “What do you want.” You’re clearly lacking patience and not in the mood for   another argument. 

Bakugo is put off by your icy tone but steels himself and asks, “Can we talk?”. When you just stare blankly at him, he continues in a quieter tone “…please?” 

Your reluctance crumbles and you nod, saying “Let’s go somewhere more private.” 

He follows behind you as you lead him away. You try to study his expression and he fights to school his features and hide his nerves. 

Your mind works at a million miles an hour, wondering where this conversation could possibly lead. The two of you find yourselves at a bench in the large expanse of gardens, and you eye Bakugo suspiciously as you sit down. 

Bakugo searches for the right words and eventually decides to just go with the most straightforward option. “Look I…. I need to apologise to you” he says. 

Your eyes widen slightly in surprise and you cross your arms, leaning forward and giving him your full attention. 

“I know was an ass, and I completely messed things up. I’m sorry” he says.

“Why are you sorry?” You push, needing a full apology. 

He gathers his words, staring at you determinedly. “I was selfish and ignorant. I completely ignored how my actions affected you, and didn’t try to see your side of the argument. I prioritised my work over you, instead of making it clear to you that you’re the most important thing in my life. I said some horrible things to you and I hurt you, which I never should have done. I didn’t intend to hurt you, but I did and I didn’t do anything to make up for that fact. So… I’m really sorry.” 

You nod slowly and absorb his words. “Ok…. I’m not sure I can fully forgive you yet but… I’m glad you apologised” you say softly. 

Bakugo breathes out a sigh of relief, willing to accept any small piece of forgiveness you are willing to offer him. 

A couple of seconds pass in silence and you shift to get up and leave, thinking this is the end of your conversation. Seeing that you’re about to leave Bakugo blurts out “wait!” 

You stop moving, a sliver of hope in your expression. Bakugo hadn’t planned for the words to leave his mouth, but he takes a deep breath and says “I want to ask you something else”. 

“Go on then” you respond, feeling a flicker of hope in your chest as you hold your breath. 

“I know you probably hate me right now, but..I was wondering if you'd be willing to give me a second chance?” 

You wait for two seconds, certain you misunderstood him or he misspoke. When he doesn’t immediately take back his words, you nod quickly. “Yes.” You say firmly. “Yes I would” 

Bakugo looks at you in surprise, his eyes widen in shock at your response "Wait, what? I was expecting you to laugh in my face or something"

Your entire body sags in relief as you lean back against the bench. “I thought that you hated me. I was certain you were done with me when you didn’t come apologise to me after our argument.” You admit sheepishly. 

Bakugo stares at you in disbelief as you talk, shock in his expression "Wait you... you thought I didn't care? That I hated you?"

“yes?” I say, laughing at his shock. “You didn’t speak a word to me except in grunts for 3 months. I assumed you were tired of my bullshit.” 

Bakugo groans at his own stupidity and the way he had been blinded by his own pride. No wonder you had thought he hated you. 

“I’ve been so bored” you admit, flopping back against the bench. Bakugo glances at you in surprise. “Yeah?” He asks. 

You nod, frowning as you remember the past 3 months. 

“Nobody gets my humour like you do. Or challenges me to the same level in one on one combat. And I’ve gotten so used to you picking out what movies we watch that I’ve basically just been lying up in my room for ages, staring at a wall. Even my social life has died a little. Every time I walk into a room, everyone expects you to follow behind me, and when you don’t, there’s this awkward moment when people aren’t sure if they should ask what happened or not” you admit. “I’m just so used to having you in my life that it’s… really weird when you’re not. It’s like waking up and every piece of furniture in your house has been moved a couple of inches away from its normal position.” You explain. 

“Then why didn’t you reach out to me?” He asks, confused. 

“I was so embarrassed!” You start, “I told you to drop dead! I had multiple dreams where I would show up to your room to apologise and I would find you curled up with Momo or Ochako and you would just laugh in my face”

Bakugo looks at you with disbelief written all over his features. “Seriously? You thought I’d just immediately move on to them as soon as you stepped out of the picture?” 

“I dunno” you shrug “I guess I felt kind of insecure when you left. Because I knew you had no problems with my personality, I decided you must have broken up with me because you weren’t attracted to my body” you admit quietly. 

Bakugo continues to stare at you, absolutely baffled. Did you seriously think he wasn’t attracted to you?? “So, is that why you thought we broke up?” He asks.

“Well not the full reason, but like.. part of it I guess” you respond awkwardly. 

He runs a hand through his hair. “No, I broke up with you because I was an idiot who couldn’t communicate, not because I found you unattractive” he clarifies. 

You smile wonkily at him, amused by him putting himself down so easily. 

“What’s that look for?” He asks, leaning his arm along the back of the bench. 

“It just feels like a while since I’ve heard you admit to having faults” you tease, grinning. 

“Oh yeah? At least I can admit to my faults, unlike somebody” he jokes. 

You shrug and dramatically flick your hair “I don’t have any faults” you retort. 

“And people think I have a big ego” Bakugo responds, raising an eyebrow. you let out a gasp, pretending to be offended and push playfully against his chest. 

“The cheek!” You exclaim. 

“Well you successfully damaged my ego the past few weeks so don’t you worry” you continue, elbowing him and pretending to wipe a tear from your eye.

He rolls his eyes, his expression fond "Good. Maybe being brought down a peg was exactly what you needed"

When you move to slam into him again, he lifts his arm to wrap it around your shoulder and trap you against his side, hugging you. “I like it better when you’re not glaring at me” he says quietly. 

“Haha” you say sarcastically as you lean further into his hug.