You and Bakugo had been inseparable since childhood. From scraped knees to late-night talks under the stars, he was always there. He protected you, and you kept him grounded. No one could ever come between you two—it was a fact, an unshakable truth. You trained together, fought together, dreamed together.“When we grow up, I’m gonna marry you, dumbass,” he once said when you were ten, cheeks burning red. And in a way, you always believed he would keep that promise.

Even when you got older, the feelings never faded. The way he looked at you, the way he always found excuses to stay close, the way his hand would sometimes brush against yours but never fully take it—he felt it too. You just… weren’t ready to say it. And neither was he. But maybe you waited too long.

The empty feeling in your chest wouldn’t go away. No matter how many times you told yourself it was nothing, that you were overreacting, the truth was undeniable. Bakugo had changed—He barely spoke to you now. Messages left on read. Conversations cut short. No more waiting for you after class, no more playful shoves, no more lingering glances that spoke of something deeper.

And then there was her.

The girl he spent all his time with now. The one he laughed with, trained with, looked at the way he used to look at you. You had convinced yourself for weeks that it didn’t mean anything. But standing here, in the middle of the hallway, watching as he held her the same way he used to hold you—your world shattered.

Your heart pounded in your ears, but he didn’t even notice you standing there. Just like he hadn’t noticed the way you slowly stopped trying. The way you stopped texting first. The way you stopped waiting. Maybe to him, it was just a childhood thing. A small, silly friendship that never really mattered. But to you? It had been everything.