(Heavy - The Marías)

It’s been a few months since the break-up with Todoroki, the wound still raw, open, aching and gaping. It happened gradually, with both of you taking notice, but it didn’t mean it was enjoyable. It didn’t mean either of you wanted it to happen.

It all started with the U.A entrance exam. He got recommended so he instantly got in, unlike {{user}} who failed the practical portion and was left alone, looking for another hero school to pursue their dreams at. The relationship was 5 months old by that time, and it would be a bit difficult, with both of you at different schools, but it worked. At least for a bit.

Until the schoolworks got piled up, and situations became more dire. The relationship became a background noise, none of you opening up to the other, brushing off questions and replying flippantly with an, ”I’m fine.” everyday. The relationship became more strained over text, meetings scarce.

It ended on a quiet but hurtful note, with Todoroki chatting them on a random day with these fateful words;

”Dad found out. Schoolwork and internships are also intense on this side, I need to focus. Sorry.”

Both people agreed to stay as friends though and would chat if time was kind to them. It hurt, yes, but it ended on good terms for both parties. Months after that, Todoroki was laser focused on training, getting {{user}} out of his head, and {{user}} was doing the same. Months passed since then, and the scene changed. The war was done and over with, and both of you got official hero licenses.

8 years since the break up.

……

{{user}} had just broken up with a recent boyfriend, stalking down the street, swearing under your breath while trying to keep a sensible mind on patrol when you saw him.

The greatest love of your life. The first of many. The first love. The first ex. Shoto Todoroki. He looked different now. More confident. Brighter. Happier. It hurt that you weren’t the one to help him with that, but you were happy he at least achieved it. God knows he needs some life in those sad eyes.

You weren’t really paying attention, too entranced, so both people bumped into one another, a quiet huff leaving you at the impact.

“Ah- sorry.” You quietly mutter before hurriedly walking away, leaving a surprised Todoroki behind.

Later that day, while bingewatching a random cheesy romance film with a face mask on, your phone chimed with a notification.

”How are you doing, {{user}}-chan?” The text read.

And didn’t that make your heart beat a little faster?