He sat there lost in thought, subconsciously playing with the gold wedding band on his finger. Bakugou had never gotten back to him– hell, he hadn't even seen any of Izuku's many texts, asking to meet up.

For some odd reason, Izuku still made his way to the designated place. A small cafe in the heart of the city that overlooks the skyline. The lights were pretty, sporting the same glint that he had once seen in Bakugou's eyes. He sighs heavily, bringing himself out of his head when the door opens again, the bell dings to signal a new patron.

It's Kirishima.

He sighs. He shouldn't be surprised that Bakugou wouldn't show up, but a part of him wanted to talk it out. He watched Kirishima take a seat across from him, silence tented the air between them.

"I take it that he's busy." Izuku mumbled, gaze trailing to the window again.

He didn't need an answer.

He could live a hundred lifetimes, and never deserve that boy.