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“You are all I’ve ever had! I have given you EVERYTHING!” The walls seemed to shake as her voice boomed in the once chattering room of Pro Heros.
“Please, be quiet ,” Amajiki urged Y/n, hand reaching out towards her cheek.
Amajiki’s hand gets thrown back down to his side, wrist warm from the sparks coming from her hands. His hood falls from his head. She had never spoken to him like this, never fought his affection like this. Tears fell from her eyes.
Her voice shook, filled with venom through gritted teeth, “no! You do not get to play the hero this time!”
Cherry blossom petals float through the sky like a fairytale. The air fills with laughter from the lovers. Amajiki and Y/n had just finished classes for the day and had the weekend to plan for their spring break trip. Amajiki had brought a bottle of Y/n’s favorite juice.
“No, you don’t understand the full story,” Tamaki whispered, hoping his partner would follow.
“What’s going on?” Bakugo’s deep voice booms as he crosses the room in a rush.
“This doesn’t involve you,” Amajiki tried to assure Bakugo.
“Like hell it does. My older sister is crying in the middle of a work conference,” Bakugo speaks matter of factly. “What’s happening, Y/n.”
“Go ahead. Tell him, Tamaki!” Y/n demanded, hand pointing towards her brother.
The tips of Amajiki’s ears flush red when being put on the spot. His breathing starts to pick up and become labored. Before him were two of the most popular heroes, the Bakugo siblings. He knew he was in the wrong, but how was he supposed to admit that in a room full of his bosses and colleagues?
“Out with it? What did you do this time, Squid Boy?” Bakugo’s voice booms almost as loud as Y/n’s.
Bakugo could hear his sister on the phone in the other room.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine… I understand… Things come up, you know?... yeah, we can reschedule for another day… Yeah. I- I love you too… Bye”
Y/n starts to walk towards the living room. He turns the tv on, pretending he wasn’t listening.
“Who were you on the phone with?” Bakugo asks.
“Oh,” a small sniffle comes from Y/n, not expecting to see her brother. “Tamaki. He has to reschedule our date. Something about Fatgum asking him to come in for a last minute raid.”
Bakugo looks over towards his sister. She had obviously spent a long time getting ready. Her hair was perfectly placed, her dress was pressed and wrinkle free, but her eyes were tinted red.
“Man, how last minute was it this time?” Bakugo scoffs.
“He was supposed to be here an hour ago,” Y/n whispers towards the hardwood of their family home.
Bakugo’s eyebrows knit together. Sure, Amajiki canceled their plans a lot but he never waited until they were already supposed to be out to call.
“Want me to call Ashido? She probably has plans to go out tonight,” Bakugo asks, already pulling out his cellphone.
Y/n smiles, wiping her eyes carefully, looks up to her brother, “yeah, that sounds fun.”
“I always have to be sooo perfect for you, Tamaki! God forbid I say something that’ll embarrass you in front of all your precious fans! You don’t even let me spend real time with my own fans!” Y/n’s voice began to raise again.
“Woah, woah, woah. What’s happening over here?” Togata’s cheery voice fills the air as he steps between his two friends.
“Oh, good, Mirio. Have you seen Hado anywhere? I’d like to talk to her.” Y/n’s voice shifts suddenly to one of innocence and cheer.
“Hado? You mean Nejire? Why are you calling her by her last name?” Togata asks, confused.
“Don’t tell her where Nejire is,” commands Amajiki.
“Wait, why shouldn’t I tell her?” Togata now looks even more confused towards Amajiki.
“You don’t know? I’m shocked! I thought your little lap dog tells you everything.” Y/n’s voice was condescending and full of malice.
“Did you just call me a lap dog?” Amajiki’s anger began to rise.
Togata looks back to Y/n with shock, “hey now, I don’t know what’s going one but there’s no reas-”
He was cut off by Y/n’s loud cries and popping hands. “He fucked her! He canceled our aniversary dinner to FUCK HER!”
A loud boom echoes in the meeting hall and Amajiki is thrown across the room. Before she was able to run in for a second blast, Y/n was being held back by her brother’s strong arms. Her arms and legs thrashed against the body holding her as words spilled from her lips faster than she could think of them. Hado was at Amajiki’s side in an instant.
“3… 2… 1… Go!” Togata hollars at the two girls at the other end of the track.
The two students take off at breakneck speeds. One floats forward on waves of energy, the other with loud blasts from her hands. Loud laughs could be heard from both. Cheers and whoops from their friends and Class 1-A fueled them forward.
“Come on, Bunny! You’ve got this!” Amajiki called for his girlfriend.
The two her across the track in seconds, the exciting race coming to a quick end. Aizawa wanted the group of third years to help his call gain speed with the help of their quirks. Aizawa looked at the two friends who had each other wrapped in a tight side hug.
“Detacord wins,” Aizawa’s flat voice is cut off by the cheers of class 1-a.
Y/n jumps away and up in victory. Celebrating with a little dance.
“I think that’s the first time I've beaten you in a race!” Y/n chuckles towards her friends.
Hado laughs in response pulling her friend in for a hug, “I think you’re right! I knew you could do it!”
“Humility in victory and such,” Aizawa says towards his students. “Everyone up. Pick one of the four to help you specifically.”
Y/n’s resistance slowed as her attacking words dissolved into heart wrenching sobs. She slowly sank to the floor, the once tight grip around her arms loosened. Y/n was quickly pulled to standing and out of the conference hall by a group of people she couldn’t make out through her tears. She’s led into what she assumes is one of their hotel rooms and sat on a couch. A pair of familiarly pink arms wrap around her.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Ashido’s voice was soft.
Y/n’s breath sputtered as she tried to catch her breath. Bakugo’s voice thundered from down the hall. The words were indistinguishable but the anger was apparent. Then some more booms and multiple voices being shouted.
Y/n found out a week later what had happened. Amajiki apparently tried to defend his actions to those who would listen but Bakugo wasn’t going to waste his time with his excuses. Instead, Bakugo sent a half powered AP Shot right at Amajiki’s chest. ‘Nothing that would permanently damage him,’ Bakugo had assured her, ‘but strong enough to remind him where he stands compared to me.’ News and tabloid headlines read of the events of that night and the newly single Pro Hero.
It took another month before Y/n was moved out of her shared home with Amajiki. The whole time he would be apologizing, begging her not to go, promising something like this would never happen again. He even tried to have Hado talk to her, saying it was her fault, not Y/n’s or Amajiki’s. Bakugo wouldn’t let her be there alone after that. He planned someone to be with her since he knew he couldn’t because of work. It was a rotating group of his friends who would come on their days off to help her.
“No, Y/n,” the tipsy Amajiki giggles out. “Staaay with me. Why must you sit over there with the girls?”
Y/n laughs as her lips meet Amajiki’s before pulling away and looking down at her boyfriend, “I invited them over to hang out, not to watch us kissing you all night.”
“But I never get to see you know that we work at different agencies,” pouted Amajiki.
“Oh, shove it, Tamaki!” Hado laughs.
“Yeah, you get her every single night! We get her when she remembers to text us back.” Ashido tuts.
“Fiiine,” Amajiki feigns death.
The girls laugh, getting comfortable on the other side of the couch, turning on a movie to watch.
“Take everything ,” Ashido pushed. “Anything you bought, take with you. I know you put the most into that house. Remind him of just how much he’s losing. We’ll all come over during one of his patrol shifts and move it all out at once.”
Y/n agreed with a small head nod. Her expressions had muted since the hero conference and it was painfully obvious to everyone around her.
The group did just what Ashido suggested. On the last day of clearing out Y/n’s belongings, half of class 1-a and even Togata gathered everything Y/n could identify that she bought. She didn’t need to lift a finger as bodies passed around her, packing the rest of her belongings, including her couch and bed. Yaoyorozu had been petty enough to take the frames and leave the photos even. When all was done, the house looked almost empty.
Not long after Amajiki and Y/n’s split, Hado moved in with Amajiki and they isolated themselves from the rest of the friend group. Y/n was surrounded with her friends but moved through life a shell of her former self. She busied herself with hero work, jumping up the next year’s hero ratings to the number 12 spot and being promoted to the top sidekick for Pro Hero Hawks. She had never been more popular and she should feel happier than she ever has. Y/n wore a smile through all of it, but it never reached her eyes. She would find herself listening to old voicemails from Amajiki when she was alone. The ones where he would rant about having to make phone calls before he realizes he’s leaving a voicemail and quickly says ‘ I love you’ and ends the call.
“I miss you,” Y/n whispers as she hugs her phone close.
Amajiki became sharper, and more harsh at work, tiring himself out before ever getting home. He walked through the front door of his house, tired and battered from his patrol shift. He noticed the air smelled like cookies as he took off his shoes. His eyes closed as he took a deep breath in, picturing Y/n in the kitchen's threshold, hand on her hip saying something snarky about how he’s late again and calling him squid boy as punctuation at the end. When he opens his eyes, instead he sees a softly smiling Hado.
“Welcome home, love. Work was tough today?” Her voice was soft and flowed like honey.
“Uh, yeah.” Amajiki groans out, moving across the house towards what was once Y/n’s office, now his own.
He closes in the door quietly behind him. He leans his head against the wall beside the door. Taking another deep breath in, he holds it before whispering out, “I miss you.”