Crimson Eyes {{Katsuki Bakugo X Reader}}

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I shouldn't be doing this. 

I know I shouldn't be doing this. 

Kacchan is my friend. 

Not my boyfriend. 

Shoto is my boyfriend. 

So then... 

Why? 

Why does kissing him feel so right?

As we continued to melt into each other my thoughts raced. I could have stayed there all night in his arms, sharing a deep, meaningful kiss. When we finally separated for air he pulled me in close so my face was nuzzled into him. It was such a simple move, but it sent my heart into a frenzy. The smell of caramel filled my senses and i felt so at peace. I felt him take a deep breath as he released me. I looked up at him and our eyes locked on each other. It was like his eyes were staring straight into my soul. But his looked... sad.

"(y/n)..." his voice was soft. I opened my mouth to speak but before i could he released me and turned away. "i shouldn't have done that. This was a mistake." His voice was more normal now, but laced with hurt. His words stung, like a stabbing pain in my chest. Mistake? I get what i did was wrong, but did he really see it as such?

"Wh-what do you..." I couldn't get my sentence out as i watched him gather his things. He was going home. He was leaving me...

"Pizza should be here soon. Make sure you eat. You can save left overs for your dad or whatever." He had an unsettling calmness in his voice. "see you at school." Before i could stop him or even get a word out he left. Just like that. I felt hot tears slide down my face. What's wrong with me..?

I gave up on sleep after tossing all night. I couldn't stomach what happened. I made out with Kacchan while dating Shoto. Yes, it was wrong. I know I shouldn't have. I've possibly ruined my relationship with Shoto and now it feels like my friendship with Kacchan is slipping away. I'm an idiot. A fucking idiot. I stood up, wrapping myself in a blanket and walking down stairs. I slumped onto the couch and tears resurfaced again. I sobbed heavily as i laid down onto my side. It was late, but dad wouldn't be home for a couple hours still. I wanted to talk to someone. Anyone. I tried to collect my thoughts as i reached for my phone and dialed the person i thought could best help me in this situation. after a few rings, he picked up.

"Hey (y/n).. it's late why are you-" he stopped once her heard the sob i was trying to supress come out. "Do you need me?" his voice was worried but serious.

"P-please.." I whispered.

"ok. I'll see you in a few." The phone beeped, signaling he hung up. Withing a few minutes I heard a knock at my door and my name be softly called. I shuffled over to the door and opened it. I was met with my favorite green mop mess of hair.

"Hi Izuku..." i barely croaked out. His face had worry plastered all over it as i let him in. We ended up going to my room and sitting on the bed, as if we were back in middle school hanging out on the weekend.

"Alright (y/n), I know you didn't call me over to have a sleepover. So what wrong?" I swallowed the lump in my throat.