playing “All Too Well” by Taylor Swift

you poured the glass of wine, watching the cup fill up to the brim before stopping and putting the bottle up.

you sat the bottle down and reached for the tv remote, trying to find something to entertain you as you drank your sorrows away.

you felt pathetic after today. you were interviewed today, interviewers always knew what to say to you on shitty days.

the news came on and there you saw it, the interview on screen. you took a sip of the glass, watching yourself on screen.

“would you mind sharing your relationship you had with pro-hero, Dynamite?” they asked

“it’s been two years, can we please drop this?” you pleaded on the screen

“was he the reason you were crying on your twenty first birthday?” they pushed.

“lady-!” and the screen cut out, you sighed as you thanked the editors to leave the part of you telling the reporters and camera man to cut it out as you took another sip.

it troubled you to this day, how your twenty-first birthday was ruined by Katsuki Bakugo. Your first love, and what seemed like your only love. It was the raw love you always wanted, but it was with Katsuki. Everything is difficult with Katsuki.

you heard a knock on your door as you opened it, you saw a box on your doorstep with big bold {{user}} written on the top.

you picked the box up, looking at it making sure it wasn’t something weird but you ultimately decided it was safe. you brought it inside and started opening it.

when you opened it you saw multiple things, pieces of jewelry you haven’t seen in ages, a cap with the Yankees logo on it that you remembered you got from america when you went, and a red scarf.

at the bottom of the box there was a notecard written on it was.

Sincerely, Katsuki. (ps: finally gave you back that scarf you made a big fuss over) (pss: saw the interview today so it just felt like i needed to give this back)