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I'm Sorry Kiss - Bakugo Katsuki

I'm Sorry Kiss - Bakugo Katsuki

A/N: Based on a dream I had where I got into a fight with Bakugo and ended up in the hospital.

I know that Bakugo rejecting someone because he wants to focus on being a hero is kinda overdone but it was the first thing I thought of and I tried to embellish it.

Also, I know that Dynamight is his official hero name, but I refuse because I like Ground Zero better.

Gender neutral!reader.

PS, I generally suck at fight scenes, and I've never written for any of the pros before, so I apologize if anything seems off.

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"Bakugo... I like you."

Bakugo Katsuki stared at the confession in his hands. The letter was long, nearly three pages front-to-back, and the paper was beginning to wrinkle from the intensity of his grip.

How did this happen?

You'd insisted upon befriending Bakugo during first year, despite having been placed in class 1-B and therefore hardly getting to spend time with the blond. You found ways around that; sparring sessions, homework nights, even the occasional movie night in the 1-A common room. You'd spent so much time around Bakugo that they'd adopted you as an honorary classmate, and they were ready to crown you royalty when you'd shown up for one particular game night with the explosive blond in tow. You'd become friends - close friends. Bakugo supposed he hadn't minded that. But now, here you stood, two years later, presenting him with a letter of your true feelings.

"Uh... Bakugo?"

How could you let that happen? How could he?

"I'm going to be the number one hero," he murmured gruffly, refusing to meet your eyes. The spark of hope that sat in your chest flickered weakly in response to his tone. You'd spend enough time around Bakugo to know his moods from a single grunt, and right now, he didn't sound particularly enthused.

"I'm going to be number one," he repeated. "I can't do that if I let extras like you weigh me down."

The flame in your chest was extinguished in an instant, suffocated by the stomp of Ground Zero's boot. "Bakugo, I-"

"I don't want to hear it," he grumbled. His voice was low, nearly unrecognizable. It was a tone you'd never heard from him.

"Just go," he growled, turning away from you. All you could do was stare at his back as he stalked down the hallway, footsteps heavy with anger. Tears bubbled in your lash line, blurring your vision, but you choked them back, standing pathetically in the middle of the hall.

The rest of the school year blurred into one muddled block of time. Your visits to the 3-A dorm had ceased nearly immediately upon Bakugo's rejection of your feelings. You passed your friends in the hallway every now and then, and you didn't shy away from a sparring match during mixed training days, but you kept your distance from Ground Zero and avoided discussing what had happened to your friendship. Mina and Kirishima had known the cause of the rift as soon as you stopped coming around, and they offered sympathetic glances and attempted words of encouragement whenever your classes trained together.

Graduation sneaked up on you before you'd even realized the school year had ended. You walked through the ceremony in a haze, barely tuning into the speeches and announcements. Friends, classmates, and pro heroes congratulated you on your success, as well as your impending position at Fatgum's agency. You could only hope that Bakugo had accepted a job literally anywhere else, preferably at an agency that rarely interacted with Fatgum.