𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 (𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) • || 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ||

𝐈𝐗 - extra.

A/N: this extra chapter is dedicated to Conan Gray's revised lyrics of "Heather" that he didn't put into the uploaded song,, but I like it so I'm putting it in this fanfic.

I want her hair
Want to steal what she wears
Want to smell like her perfume
Do anything like her.

I can only go to my room, my body stumbling as it did so. I laid down on my bed, tears brimming from my eyes. Y/n's words still hit me.

"Why does he have to be like that..?" I sniffled, trying my best not to try as it could ruin my make-up. I immediately sat up, looking at the mirror on my vanity.

Yaoyorozu had undone her ponytail, showed a silky black shoulder-length hair, and fidgeted on her plump lips – a completely different look compared to Bakugou.

She knew about Y/n's feelings for the man, even though he didn't tell her, she had guessed it due to the awkwardness that surrounded them. It was quite obvious, really, she was just oblivious.

Bakugou.

He was.. something else. Aggressive, fiery, arrogant, kind of selfish – how can Y/n like that wretched personality of his? But then again, his ash-blonde hair, his eyes were fierce yet gentle to look at, the smell of burnt sugar casually lingering him, and an amazing quirk.

'There should be something wrong with me.. it should've!'  She thought, her fists balled up together.

But then again, her reflection can't show her what's wrong.

She could only put on her make-up, trying to make herself look prettier. The girl closed her eyes, applying an eyeliner just like Bakugou would. She put on lipstick in his color. She created and wore the same skull t-shirt and baggy pants that he wears.

'I still don't resemble him enough..'

Stretching out her hand, Yaoyorozu took a deep breath and made a wig. To no one's surprise it's in ash-blonde and a spiky one, which she put on.

Looking at the mirror once again she smiled but then frowned because knowing Bakugou, he doesn't do that.

"H-How do you like me now, L/n.." She asked but could only sob, throwing all the stuff that she had just created and wiped off the makeup. "Just die!! No, not really, I really just want to know.. why do you love him more than me.."

Cause isn't she perfect?
The lipstick on her lips
Wish I could kiss her
Just to know why you love her.