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Freckles 💔
Last seen at 11:31
23rd February 2XXX
Fuck. [03:33, ✓]
I'm so sorry, Izuku. [03:33, ✓]
26th March 2XXX
Found some of your books cleaning up today.
Should I drop them off? [16:43, ✓✓]
30th March 2XXX
Give them to Eijirou, please.
We're studying together on Monday anyway. [08:25]
Oh okay. [15:47, ✓✓]
Sure. [15:48, ✓✓]
You deleted this message [15:55]
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Katsuki stared at the blinking curser on his phone screen with burning eyes. He had been for the last hour as if it would tell him what he wanted to say.
His room was dark, because he didn't even bother to open the blinds. He didn't bother to get out of bed at all. He was just lying there, starring at the ceiling. And the blinking curser. Then the ceiling again.
Their break-up was bad.
Really bad.
There had been screaming and crying from both of them. He had gotten a book thrown at his head. And a black eye from that. Then more screaming and more tears. And finally the door was smashed in his face.
Katsuki remembered walking back to his dorm after. The sun had mockingly burned down on his skin. And he remembered how his heart had felt. Hollow and heavy.
Today the sun didn't mock him. Today it was pouring, and Katsuki was drowning himself in nostalgia.
He grabbed his phone. Opened the chat. Read a bit back. Starred at the curser. Closed his phone. Sighed. Grabbed it again. Typed some words. Scoffed. Deleted them.
There was nothing left to say.
Usually, he was doing fine. Fine enough at least to not hide in his room and stare at his ex's texts all day. Fine enough to go to his lectures and get himself something to eat and open the goddamn blinds in his bedroom. Fine enough to not spend his day glued to his phone, rereading the puny rest of interactions with the boy he once loved he had left.
But this week had been fucking with him.
And now he needed to give himself one day to not be fucking fine with it.
With a sigh, he scrolled back up the short chat.
The worst thing was that he had gotten a new phone, like a week before all went to shit, because his old one got lost at the stupid semester's ends party.
And to his fucking luck, the synchronization of the dumb chat service backup bugged and he lost all of his fucking data. All the stupid, adorable shit Izuku had sent him. All those pictures they had taken.
Maybe this was actually a blessing in disguise.
But it didn't feel like it at that moment. Because he had lost it. Like he had lost Izuku.
The boy he once loved.
Once.
Great fucking joke.
He scrolled until he hit the beginning of the end.