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I didn't think he'd react the way he did. I thought he'd scream. I thought he'd yell. Perhaps even scoff and walk away. But he didn't. He just stared. Those red eyes bore into mine, unreadable and cold. I take a step back.

My mouth often got the best of me. I'd talk without thinking and nearly always regret what poured out. But this time I had thought about it. Lots, actually. Months I'd though about it. And as it came out, I still felt guilt. Could I ever win?

"What..?"

His voice was my favourite part about him. It was grainy and edgy. Others would say it was annoying, too loud, too much. But I thought it was rather charming. However, right now, I dreaded hearing it. It was unsure and quiet.

"I love you.. okay? I said.. I said I love you.." I repeat.

He blinks. And turns his head to the side. Not the reaction I was wanting but it was better than yelling at me. All of a sudden it's like a flip switches in his brain and he glares back down at me.

"Fuck off."

"I'm serious, Bakugou, I love-"

"I heard what you fucking said! Just.." He scoffs and closes his eyes for a second. He made a face like he'd sucked on a lemon. "I can.. we're both boys."

It was my turn to frown. The wind sounded as though it picks up just as he says it. His hair flutters over his face. Perfection. I ignore it best I can. What had he just said?

"Yeah, I... what? Why does that matter?"

"Because you fucking..! You.." He scoffs at me again. Like it was obvious. It wasn't. "It doesn't matter, dork.. go fuck about with Kirishima with that gay shit, alright? I'm.. I don't do that.."

He winced after he said it. No matter how much he tried to hide it, I saw. I saw his nose scrunch up, his fists curl into tight balls, his brows furrow and his mouth twitch downwards. I saw it. He hadn't meant it. It didn't matter. It stung my heart like a pin.

"Oh.. right.."

My lip twitches. I often get a tingle in the back of my eyes right before I cry, but never as bad as this. I choke out an apology and turn away. A slight change in wind by hand tells me he was going to stop me, but I never feel his skin. I walk back to my dorm. Alone. Trying to wipe away the well in my eyes before the salty drops fell down. I missed a few but my tounge caught them.

As I enter the common room, Mina grins at me from the couch.

"How'd it go?"

I just shake my head and her smile drops. She understood. She didn't need me to explain. She gives a little hum and points at the couch next to her. I decline.

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The class was quiet. Oddly quiet. An awkward tension in the air. I watched Aizawa cast confused glanced towards us every so often as he graded our papers from yesterday. He tells me I should stay after class. I'd written mine directly after my encounter with Bakugou yesterday. My words were fueled with sadness. Or maybe it was anger. I didn't know. My essay was about unrequited love. Dramatic, I know.

I let my gaze fall on Bakugou, just one seat next to me. He was glaring at the blank peice of paper infront of him. His eyes catch mine and I instantly turn back to my paper, equally blank. The numbers of the maths equations were jumbling together before me.

'wats going on w bakugo?' Denki's handwriting made out on the little note he'd slipped me. I slide it back without writing on it. He raises a brow at me.

"Hand me the note, Denki." Aizawa's gruff voice echos across the room. Denki give him a guilty look and stands to give Aizawa the note. Simulationously, Bakugou stands. Bag in hand, ignoring Aizawa as he asks what he was doing, he walks out the class.

My finger twitches. I always do before I think. I stand up quickly, ignoring Aizawa confused yelling too, and rush after him.

"Bakugou! Wait!"

He stops. He doesn't turn to look at me. He just stops. His feet quietly squeaking on the floor. His bag falls slightly from his shoulder to his bent elbow. I slow myself down to an eventual stop. The hallway was deserted, as it should be during class hours.

"What?"

"I just.."

My words don't come out as smoothly as they do in my head. I hear him huff. His head turns very slightly towards me. His hair slightly covers his face but one of his red eyes is visable. His gaze is soft. Softer than I'd ever seen. His voice mimicks the softness.

"Just leave it. Y/N. What I said yesterday was... but it's whatever. I stick by it."

"But why? I thought you liked me to, I mean, that night in the common room was-"

"A mistake." He growls out. He turns away from me again. Like he can't bear to look at me. Like I wasn't something worth looking at. He clenches his fist. "Stay away from me, Y/N. Whatever happened between us, forget about it. I'm here to become the number one hero. Not fuck about with some.. with some fag, okay? Fuck off and leave me alone."

He walks away. He just walks away. Leaving me alone in the hallway. I watch him until he turns a corner, until I start crying, until Aizawa yells my name from the doorway of the classroom.