Decisions.. They were always so selfish. Having to choose between something that was meant to enhance your own benefits that align with your pleasure. Descisions.

Midoriya's face held something further than betrayal as he remained clasped to your hand. Tight. As if you'd follow Bakugou's trail if he were to release you. He was supposed to confess to you underneath the cherry tree. Not Bakugou. Realistically speaking, he could've never stopped the inevitable. And he couldn't stop it now. As much as he wished he could. So instead, he anxiously chewed the inner part of his cheek impatiently.

Bakugou's expression was cold. His fierce glare icy. Within that very moment as the cherry blossom petals danced through the spring breeze, he swore he had never hated Midoriya more. Everything was supposed to follow a precise plan, rejection or not. But it was like everytime success was within arm's reach, there that damn nerd was to stand in the way. Reeling it in for himself.

Each of them waited on baited breath, their confessions lost in the gentle winds.

“Damn it, say somethin'!” The blonde spat, his face scrunching as he prompted towards ignoring the green haired male's presence entirely. Focusing on the way you stared between the two with confusion littered on your — pretty — face.

Don't rush her! Midoriya wanted to say, but he was scared he'd say something more. In response to Bakugou's sharp tone, he wrapped his rough, scarred and calloused hands a little tighter around yours. Granting you that comforting squeeze he'd promised he'd always give you.