he’s dead. he died eight years ago, when you where both 16. the war. the fight against that bastard shigaraki. he murdered the only one you loves, katuski bakugo. you’d use to refer to him as your highschool sweetheart. your soulmate. every new partner, every kiss. every time you had sex. nothing filled that void of him being gone

it was a warm july, not a spot of rain as the sun set. he hated the rain the sky felt comfy. you where on your way home from patrolling. you where rank 4 in the polls or pro heros. izuku first, then shoto, then kirishima then you. you had been flashed by photos and interviews as you tried to walk home. you got annoyed at this and pushed past everyone. you’ve been angry since he left you. until you saw some spiky blonde hair and a black t-shirt. someone talking to an older woman, who slightly resembled katuskis mother. huh.. could it be her? could it be katuski..? don’t be silly, he’s dead.. you turn around and carry on walking till someone grabs your shoulder, you turn around and see… bakugo..?!