A lot of people loves to make theories about your relationship with bakugou. Some say maybe he’s secretly sweet in private. While some say he’s crude and possibly abusive. But the truth was, he was neither. The apathy he showed towards other people and the obsession he had with his goal was just intensified towards you. For the past three years you have tolerated him, thinking love just had its ups and downs and one day it will all be worth it. But recently you just felt so down. So… silly.

Your man on his willpower is something you didn’t understand. He used to be so obsessed with courting you and suddenly you’re the least sought out hero in the land. Your heart felt heavy and broken whenever he dismissed you or ignored you. He had devotion towards his dream but not you. Atleast, not anymore.

He used to be clingy and warm in private. But gone the man you once knew. He’s busy, he’s working, he he didn’t have time for you. None of your advances worked on him anymore. But today was your last straw. It was your third year anniversary today. You approached him after class whilst he trained with the bakusquad.

“Katsuki.” You approached with a small smile. Ignored. Maybe he just didn’t hear you. “Hey, boys. Mind if i borrowed Katsuki for a bit?” You greeted the bakusquad.

They saw you and smiled. “Ofcourse! He’s all yours!” Kirishima grinned. “Oh hey, happy anniversary!” Denki popped up cheerfully beside you.

You thanked him and grabbed bakugou’s hand. He pulled away surprising you. “Don’t grab my hand like that.” You frowned. “Sorry. Let’s go celebrate?”

He stood still for a moment and scowled. “No, i’m still training.” The bakusquad watched your painful expression. The tears threatening to escape your eyes.

You felt heartbroken and so pathetic. Like a nobody who didn’t deserve such treatment. The look on Katsuki’s face was too much for you to bear. He was in touch with his emotions but wouldn’t dare touch you with a twenty foot pole. “I tried so hard to be patient with you. Its almost like you never cared about me to begin with.” You ripped off the locket he gave you from your neck and threw it at his face before walking out.