The Warped Hero - A MHA Fanfic

Me and My Broken Heart

"Where the fuck is Shitty Portals?"

The baggy-eyed punching bag that had gotten better at punching back didn't glance up from his stretches, thinking that was more important than answering Bakugo.

"Hey!" Bakugo dropped his bag on the workout bench, sparks already popping from his hands. "You deaf now?"

"She already told us she'd made plans with friends." Shinso stood, brushing himself off and giving Bakugo a glare. The bags under his eyes had gotten lighter, looked like he finally took Bakugo's advice and chose sleep over far-out assignment deadlines.

Bakugo scoffed, "Fine, just means nobody'll be telling me to go easy." He grinned and cracked his knuckles, "Think ya' can handle that?"

Shinso narrowed his eyes and shifted into his stance. "Just throw a punch already."

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Kija sat, knees pulled up to her chest, nails digging into the skin of her arms, eyes bleary while her phone let three little dots blink over and over. They'd been doing that ever since she texted Amajiki.

Can we talk?

The dots had appeared, then disappeared, then came back and stayed a while before going away. It'd been over an hour since she last saw Amajiki, since she was looking at his smile, and since she'd ruined everything with a stupid, stupid lie. She'd barely been able to tell Nejire the story before she isolated herself. This was her mess, she needed to fix it.

She had rolled up her yukata's sleeves, leaving her hands to grip the patchwork, unmatching skin. She hadn't had the strength to take the yukata off yet. The butterfly clip had started to pinch her, reminding Kija she was the one to do this. She was the one who made everything go wrong.

The dots blinked.

Kija buried her face back into her knees, making herself as small as possible against the wall that bordered her bed. She'd had it, she'd gotten what she wanted, and both she and Amajiki were happy and yet she ruined it.

Her fingernails left marks on her skin.

She couldn't just let him call her by her first name, she couldn't just swallow it like a pill and let it happen. No, she'd had to say something, and say it in the worst way possible with a lie to boot. She'd forgotten in the moment who she was talking to. Not some adults that pitied her existence and taunted her when she was too dumb to understand what their words meant, but Amajiki. Kind, understanding Amajiki who would only need to know it was a touchy subject to be more than happy to keep calling Kija by her last name. There wasn't a world where he wouldn't be courteous to that request. Yet she'd never given him the chance.

The dots disappeared and reappeared again.

She missed the festival, the music in the air, the aroma of freshly grilled meat, and a world seemingly detached from reality. If it hadn't been cut short, they'd have gone to the restaurant. She'd have flaunted her and Amajiki's intertwined hands in front of Nejire and Togata for a night, happy to make Amajiki flustered and claim her right to smile at him whenever.

This wasn't where she was supposed to be. Sad and crying over a stupid, avoidable mistake that could've broken Amajiki's heart in the first place.

Kija wondered if she was even capable of breaking it. If she even had access to his heart in the first place.

No, she did have his heart for those few minutes. For the warm moments before she messed everything up, Amajiki had given his heart to her, but she...

She had only given him a piece of hers, hadn't she? And covered up the rest because of her insecurities. Ones she knew he would understand.