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Day after day, night after night, he’d kiss her on the forehead and tell her just how much he loved her — he’d never get tired of looking into those warm, caramel eyes that she possessed, and he’d never get tired of feeling the soft pads of her fingers run down his elbow as she walked away from him, a soft smiling colored on her face. Tresses of brown, short locks always tickled his nose when he’d fall asleep with her in bed, his arms holding her close as he fell asleep each and every night.
Bakugou could remember all the smiles, all the different expressions that would pass over her face whether she’d be happy, sad, upset, or even shocked — they all had a spot engraved in his mind and he could remember every look and base her current state of mind just off of how she looked from day to day. Except one day, he saw a face he had never seen before and it flustered him.
She sat across the table from him, a warm cup of coffee in her small hand, her eyes scanning through a book she had randomly picked up and now Uraraka sat quietly in front of him.
“Oi.” He called, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched her sit in silence. He was eating breakfast the moment she sat down, and he pointed his spoon at her, eyes narrowing when she didn’t respond. “What’s up with you, Angel Face?”
Her silence and slight shuffle made his heart clench in his chest, but he didn’t have time for this silent treatment shit. Last night they had cuddled before falling asleep in eachother’s arms, and now she sat in silence, her eyes cast down at her book. Bakugou took another bite of his cereal, his jaw chewing slowly as he waited for the smallest of sounds to fall through lips that he absolutely loved. He could feel the beating in his chest quicken, a tight knot forming in his throat as she continued to be quiet, her mug of coffee coming to touch her bottom lip before she took a small drink.
“What time do you get off work today?” Her raspy voice sounded almost too hurt and too broken for his liking. He put his spoon down in his bowl before leaning back in his chair. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, trying to hide the the drumming of his heart that was erupting from his chest. He simply swallowed before scoffing — a gentle smirk made its way to his lips.
“The usual time,” he declared, his voice not faltering as he continued to look at her small, petite stature. She took another sip of coffee, her focus solely on her book and it was really starting to irritate him that she was acting like this. Had he said something that pissed her off? Or had he done anything recently that she didn’t like? It was too much for his mind to process, and as he began to push his chair out from the table, she finally glanced up at him.
It was clear to him now that something was definitely on her mind; her eyes looked almost glazed over, unfocused chocolate irises staring him down. He stopped himself from standing, his large palm coming to lie flat on the table as he raised a brow at her. The look in her eyes was absolutely foreign, and it was clear to him that something uncomfortable was settling in the air around them.
“I’ve been thinking,” she stated, her eyes staying on him as she brought her hand into her lap. “Things have been different for us lately.”
“What?” The word fell from his lips before he could even process just what in the fuck she was saying. His other hand came to push against the table as he stood from his seat, his facial features softening before he took a step towards her. He could see the way she tensed the moment he took a step in her direction, and instead of pursuing her, he stopped. Bakugou’s fiery eyes looked down on her, and when she looked at him, he couldn’t even tell that this was the girl he had fallen in love with months ago. He wasn’t sure what it was, but something sat directly on his heart and began to claw at his chest; he could feel something tighten at the base of his throat as he continued to look down at her.
“Oi, what’re you talking about?” His jaw tightened as he waited, and his eyes narrowed as he continued to look down at her. He wasn’t sure what passed through her eyes, but he could hardly see a flicker in those warm, comforting irises of hers anymore. “Uraraka—”
“I’ve just been thinking,” she stated, her lips pursing as she thought about what to say next. The slow rise and fall of her chest concerned him, made his heart tighten in his own chest, because he knew where this fucking conversation was going, and he never thought that it would actually happen. Whenever he looked at her, all he could see was happiness, and all he could think about was the future he wanted to have with her.
Katsuki could feel his fingers tremble, and it pissed him off because he didn’t tremble. He wasn’t weak, and emotions and feelings were never his thing, but the fact that he felt himself growing weak because of her — he never thought that they’d go through this.
Her quiet voice was no longer soothing to him; he felt himself growing worked up and in due time, he had his teeth clenched and his hands balled into tight fists, trying to calm the shaking in his fingers and the numb beating in his chest. He fucking knew what she was going to say, and it was like a train to his fucking heart.
“I don’t love you anymore.”
His mind had completely shattered; his eyes narrowed and his body had undergone a complete numb trance. Bakugou couldn’t even get his mind kickstarted, he was too busy trying to process the words and make sense of just where in the hell this had come from. Now that he started to think about it, she had been shying away from his touches, and she hadn’t been giving him those large, bright smiles that would show her dimples — he was sick to his stomach, nausea rolling in his mind as the air had been knocked from his lungs. He found it hard to breathe, hard to stand and hard to look at her anymore.
He turned his head away from her, trying to hide the look of sorrow and agony that had completely filled rose colored irises. A scoff broke through before he ran his tongue over dry lips, his head shaking as he tried to process just what in the fuck was going on still. “You can’t just stop one day, cheeks.” He spoke through with a hoarse voice, his voice hardly echoing in their dining room. “You told me you loved me. You told me that you wanted to have a future with me. You told me—” he had to stop for a moment, stop and calm the rapid beat of his heart and hold down the tears that had started in the base of his throat. “Were you just fucking lying the entire time, Uraraka?”
His eyes found hers, angry and confused as he waited for her answer. She wasn’t phased by his words, nor did it look like she could care less about anything he had just said or asked. It was unlike her, and it was tearing him apart on the inside; his entire body trembled lightly now.
“It started a couple months ago,” she finally admitted through soft lips and a small blush. She looked almost defeated, her chocolate eyes glowing with a sadness that he had only ever seen a few times. Bakugou even picked up on the cracking of her voice, and it fucking tore him apart completely. “I just— I just started to fall out of love with you day by day.”
He took a step towards her, completely dumbfounded by how this could’ve happened, but her voice stopped him in his tracks. “Please don’t come near me. I’ve made my decision, and I’m standing my ground, Katsuki.”
His first name fell from her lips, and it was like a knife to a scarred over wound; it fucking hurt, and she was driving the blade deep into his skin and twisting it the more she talked. The moment his fingers curled into tighter fists, he could feel his nails bite into the palms of his hands.
“It’s not because of anything you did.” She spoke softly, and he fucking knew the next words that were about to fall out of her pretty little mouth, and he did not want to fucking hear it.
“Forget it,” he choked out. His entire throat felt dry now, his eyes growing glossy as he took a step away, a cocky smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. “I gave you everything I had. I made sacrifices for you, and I did anything I could to love you the right way, Uraraka. If that’s what you want, then so be it.”
Bakugou finally turned his back to the girl he had fallen for; chocolate colored irises that shimmered with promises, soft, auburn that would brush against his nose when they cuddled close at night and a smile that always put his heart at ease. He was turning his back on it all — moving forward, and never looking back. So what if they lived together? So what if she had engraved herself and all of their fondest and most intimate of memories in his mind for as long as he lived? He was Bakugou fucking Katsuki; a survivor, a warrior — emotions wouldn’t get in his way and he wouldn’t let some shitty feelings surface and make him look weak.
“I have to go to work.” He muttered softly, his hand grabbing his bowl of breakfast that contained soggy cereal. He dumped it, rinsed the bowl and turned his back again before her quiet voice echoed out to him.
“I did love you.” She mentioned softly, as if she was trying to mock him and all the feelings he ever felt for her. “And I always will, but I won’t ever love you in all the right ways. Not like you love me.”
And it made his heart clench in his chest, his throat tighten before he felt hot tears gather at his waterlines. He bit into his lip, welcoming the hot, copper flavor of blood as it stretched across his tongue. Her voice was like silk — soft and enticing, and he would never hear her soft words filled with promises, or feel his lips on hers ever again.
He felt a pull in his chest as he took his steps away from her, his mind trying to process the loss that he just underwent. Bakugou knew that it wouldn’t be easy, he’d never forget nights filled with their most intimate of moments, or the warm kisses they shared, or even the first hug he had ever given her. She dared to test him, defy his glares and work through his walls until she had made it into his heart — Uraraka had claimed that piece of him, and he’d be damned if he said that she never owned even a piece of it.
His hand shoved the door open, his strides long and even as he threw the door shut behind him. He couldn’t believe that his relationship had ended; he hadn’t even realized the way she slowly started to shut him out, the glimmering light in her eyes fading, or even when she quit accepting the love he wanted to give to her. It was burning a fucking hole in his chest, his eyes watering over something that shouldn’t fucking bother him, but he couldn’t swallow back the pain anymore.
Bakugou Katsuki was never good with his feelings, but when it came to Uraraka, he gave it his all and now he was left with nothing. He had fallen for her, and when he did, he discovered what love had truly felt like. But now without her being, and her support and her uplifting spirit, he felt nothingness; he felt an empty hole in his chest, a hole where his heart had once belonged.