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News report
“Today's news about our heroes is not exactly heroic, Shouto Todoroki the number 3 hero was caught kissing hero Camie Utsushimi last night and exiting the same hotel this morning, we can only assume what happened between them.”
Images of Camie and Todoroki kissing and entering some love hotel appear on the screen, "This is even more shocking because Shouto Todoroki is in a relationship with hero Momo Yaoyorozu while Camie Utsushimi is dating hero number 2 Katsuki Bakugou.”
“It looks like the heroes number 3 and number 2 aren't just rivals in the work field, they are rivals in love too. But what about hero Momo Yaoyoro-– *turns off TV*
Bakugo throws the remote control into the nearest wall, breaking it to pieces, then hears a knock on the door, "Katsuki it's me... I came to talk," Camie's voice on the other side of the door sounded like a sob. Is she fucking insane to come to his door after what she did, he couldn't believe her guts.
"Get the fuck off my property slut!" she cringed, "I'm not going until we talk," she keeps knocking on his door.
"Do you have a fucking death wish?"
"Maybe I do..."
"Then let's hear your fucking excuse!" Bakugou opens the door, and she looks awful, with red puffy eyes and mascara running down her face, "Babe, I'm so sorry," she throws herself at him to catch him in a hug, but he avoids her.
"You have five minutes to explain yourself," she nods but doesn't say anything, she just stands there.
He gets impatient so he starts asking questions, "Why did you do it? Were you hit with some sort of quirk? Were you drugged?”
Camie shakes her head, "No.”
"Did that half-and-half bastard force you?”
"No."
"Then what's your fucking excuse?!"
"I don't have a good excuse. I was happy that the mission was a success, we had too many drinks, then I remembered the first time I met Sho-- Todoroki and the fact that I had a thing for him and then I did the most stupid thing in my life, I kissed him then things progressed..."
"So you are the one who made the first move... I can't fucking believe you did this to me while I was waiting for you at home like a fucking loser ready to tell you I'm in love with you, at the same time you were fucking some other guy.”
Camie was staring at him with big eyes, surprised after hearing him say he was in love with her for the first time, “You what?” she choked, tears still running down her face.
"I fucking loved you! And you put the moves on another guy. How could you do that?” his voice cracked.
Guilt washes over her, "Y-you love me? You never told me that..."
"Before I could tell you, you jumped in bed with the first guy that looked your way. And with Todoroki no less, why don't you go fuck Deku too while you're at it."
"I made a mistake, babe please forgive me.”
"Don't call me that.”
"It won't happen again, I promise."
"I know it won't happen again, because I don't want anything to do with you.”
"You have every right to be angry at me but please don't give up on us.”
"There's no fucking us anymore, I can't trust you ever again.”
"Don't say that, you just said you love me, why can't you forgive me?"
"You think you can use my own feelings against me? I ain't that fucking weak!" He grabbed her arms and started pushing her towards the door, she was trying to resist but failed since he was much stronger.
"Please wait--”
“Leave and never come back here," he pushed her out and shut the door, and he realized that's it, this was the end, they'll never call each other, hug, kiss, feel her touch, she'll never sleep in his bed, see her face when he wakes up in the morning, see her wearing his t-shirts, smell her perfume on his pillow and sheets, she'll never make him laugh again... she was the best at making him laugh.
He pulls his hair to stop himself from crying then smashes on the floor the first thing he can grab, which happens to be a picture frame with him and Camie. He continues to break the things that belong to her, apparently smashing all her stuff was making him feel less angry.
Momo decided to lie to her friends that she was going to her parent's house, she didn't want them to worry about her, and she didn't want to interfere in her friends' lives, they had more important jobs than babysitting her in the middle of the week.
Although her close friends are more than happy to comfort her, she doesn't like to be selfish and take advantage of their kindness.
Momo chose to drown in alcohol in a remote bar, where she assumed no press would find her, she refused to give any statement to the press, and she didn't confirm to the public her break up with Todoroki... yet.
Inside the bar, she found Bakugou drinking by himself, surprisingly without his squad, she assumed he was hiding from the press as well, while drowning in alcohol.
They aren't really close compared to other classmates, but she still decided to approach him, and might as well have a drinking partner.
"Ponytail, fancy seeing you in this dump," he noticed her before she could say anything.
"Well, in my current circumstances, this is the best place to avoid unwanted attention. I assume you thought the same."
"Yeah, but not in so many fancy words."
“I guess great minds think alike,” she takes a seat next to him, “How come you're drinking by yourself?”
"I'm not in the mood to put up with Kirishima's nagging. Also, it's the middle of the week, I don't want him to miss work because of me.” To her surprise, they really do think alike.
“Nagging or comforting?”
“Potahto, potato, same thing.”
He turns to face her, “What’s your poison ponytail?”
“I’ll start with a Gin & Tonic.”
Some time later the bar was empty except for the two of them, and the owner decided to close the bar.
“What the fuck? It's barely 10:30, what kind of bar closes so early? Is this a bar for old farts or something?”
"It's the middle of the week, remember, there's nobody here but us,” Momo tries to reason with him and stop him from starting a fight with the owner of the bar.
"Aah, right, but I didn't get to drink enough to get drunk at least, since my goal was to get wasted,” he scratches his head thinking, “I still need more booze, and I only have some weak beer at home, I need something stronger."
"If you want you can come over to my place, I have some exquisite whiskey that I was planning on drinking by myself."
"Oh, how fancy is the whiskey exactly?” He pretends to play hard to get.
"Around 40 years old."
"That sounds fancy enough to me, lead the way, Ponytail.”