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After watching Izuku retreat into the cool night air, Bakugo lingered, praying, hoping that he’d turn around, laugh and joke with him about how he was kidding around and wanted to be his partner in crime.
Like how it was always supposed to be.
He stopped waiting when the clock struck midnight.
Turning back to the car he numbly got in. No emotion as he started the car. No feelings as he drove home. No thoughts as he pushed open his apartment door.
In the safety of his own home, he broke down. Ripping and tearing posters off of his walls, slamming open the fridge to down a bottle of whatever he blindly reached for. He didn’t cry. He didn’t cry when he got up for work the next morning, hungover and his apartment a shattered mess. He didn’t cry getting to the agency and letting himself in, He showed no emotion. He would not break.
Bakugo threw himself into his work. No time for friends. No time to mourn what once was. He worked. He’d come home beaten down and bruised, his apartment cleaned but a shell of what it once was. Gone were the framed articles, gone were the decorations, gone were the memories of who he once was. Gone was he.
Over time, He slowly picked himself back up, isolated but healing. One patrol he caught a glimpse of green and brown hair, walking side by side. A ring stood out around one dainty finger and everything quickly tumbled down around him. He blasted home and let himself finally shatter.
Bakugo Katsuki. ‘Great Explosion Murder God’ Dynamight wept.
He sobbed at their happiness.
Gagged at their hope.
Screamed in agony at their love.
He loved him.
More than she ever could.
He’d never get to have him.