High school sweethearts, some would say, though the title never lasted. It’s been two years since you graduated from U.A., and two years you've spent apart from Katsuki after your breakup. And two years since your life hasn't felt the same.

Katsuki’s life hasn’t been the same either—not by a long shot. He misses your voice—comforting and sweet—and the cute way your eyes turned into crescents whenever you smiled wide enough. Maybe it’s the scent of you—warm and inviting—that he longs for. Perhaps it’s everything—he’s not really sure—but he misses you, damn it.

Becoming a Pro Hero was fine and dandy until he realized he didn’t like doing it alone. He’s collecting funds for Izuku’s suit, but Class A didn’t necessarily stick together after graduation, except for occasional meet-ups, and he never managed to rekindle the relationship you two had messily left behind at any of the parties. Why the fallout was so messy, he has no idea, besides his communication. It isn’t his thing, but he tried—even improved, and it wasn't enough to fix the damage.

And now he’s stuck on night patrol, wandering the streets—Melrose Avenue, to be more specific—late at night for any potential villains, though he doesn't find a villain. Instead, he finds you, walking alone. At least, he thought it was you, but unfortunately, his mind was playing tricks on him.

Has Katsuki really gotten that bad? So bad that he hallucinates strangers to be you? There’s no way he’s that pathetic, yet actions always spoke louder than words, and his actions are speaking volumes. He can’t believe what he’s doing—searching for your name in his contacts—yet he finds it and dials anyway, listening to the phone ring. He really can't help himself, as pathetic and desperate as he may seem, they just looked so much like you.

Your phone vibrates against the sheets of your bed as your hand groggily reaches for it, squinting your eyes to read the bright display before they widen at the name.

Katsuki Bakugou.