MHA oneshot

moving on, and living life

High school had been a whirlwind of emotions for Izuku and Katsuki, their love story woven into the fabric of their everyday lives. Izuku, with his gentle demeanor and boundless optimism, had always been drawn to Katsuki's fiery passion and unwavering determination. They had been inseparable since childhood, their friendship blossoming into something deeper as they navigated the trials and triumphs of adolescence together.As graduation approached, they found themselves facing a crossroads. Izuku dreamed of pursuing a career in art, inspired by the vibrant colors of the world around him and the stories waiting to be told on canvas. Katsuki, fueled by his competitive spirit and desire for success, set his sights on a future in business, eager to carve out a path of financial stability and recognition.Their differences had always been a source of strength, each complementing the other in ways that seemed to defy logic. But as they stepped into adulthood, the cracks in their relationship began to surface. Katsuki's temper, once a fiery spark that ignited Izuku's passion, began to manifest as explosive outbursts of anger and frustration.It started with small arguments—misunderstandings blown out of proportion, harsh words exchanged in moments of heated emotion. Izuku, ever the peacemaker, tried to soothe Katsuki's temper, offering understanding and forgiveness even when his own heart ached. He believed in the power of their love, hoping that time and patience would heal the wounds that threatened to tear them apart.But as months turned into years, Katsuki's anger became more frequent, more unpredictable. His temper flared over trivial matters—late dinners, forgotten promises, perceived slights that existed only in the recesses of his mind. Izuku found himself walking on eggshells, his once bright spirit dimming under the weight of Katsuki's constant discontent.One fateful evening, after yet another explosive argument that left Izuku reeling with hurt and confusion, he retreated to their shared apartment, seeking solace in the quiet sanctuary of their bedroom. The walls seemed to close in around him, the air thick with unspoken words and shattered dreams.Katsuki stormed in after him, his fists clenched at his sides, his voice laced with frustration. "Izuku, why can't you understand? Why do you always have to push me?"Izuku turned to him, tears glistening in his eyes, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "Katsuki, I'm trying. I'm trying so hard to understand, but... I can't keep living like this. I can't keep pretending that everything is okay when it's not."Katsuki's expression softened for a fleeting moment, guilt flickering in his eyes before it was overshadowed by a surge of anger. "Don't you dare blame this on me, Izuku! You're the one who's always so damn sensitive!"The words struck Izuku like a physical blow, his heart breaking into a million jagged pieces. He had always believed in the power of their love, in the promise they had made to each other so long ago. But standing there in the midst of shattered dreams and unfulfilled promises, he realized that love alone could not fix what was broken.With a heavy heart and tears streaming down his cheeks, Izuku made a decision that would change the course of their lives forever. "I can't do this anymore, Katsuki," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you, but I can't keep pretending that this is healthy for either of us. I need to go."Katsuki's eyes widened in disbelief, his chest heaving with a mix of anger and desperation. "No, Izuku, don't leave! We can work this out, I swear!"But Izuku shook his head, his resolve firm despite the pain that threatened to consume him. "I'm sorry, Katsuki. I have to do this for myself."And with that, Izuku packed a few belongings into a suitcase, leaving behind the life they had built together—the laughter, the dreams, the moments of quiet intimacy that once filled their days with joy. He walked away from the apartment they had called home, his footsteps heavy with the weight of a love lost but not forgotten.In the days that followed, Izuku found solace in his art, pouring his heartache onto canvas with each brushstroke. He surrounded himself with friends who lifted him up, who reminded him of the person he had been before Katsuki's anger had cast a shadow over their love. And as time passed, he began to heal, his spirit slowly rekindling with the promise of a future filled with hope and possibility.As for Katsuki, he was left to confront the demons that had driven Izuku away—the anger, the insecurities, the fear of losing control. It was a journey fraught with pain and self-reflection, a journey that would ultimately lead him to confront his own shortcomings and seek the help he needed to grow and change.Years later, their paths crossed once again in a chance encounter on a bustling city street. Izuku, now a successful artist with exhibitions around the world, looked into Katsuki's eyes and saw a reflection of the boy he had once loved so fiercely."Izuku," Katsuki began softly, his voice tinged with regret, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything."Izuku smiled gently, a bittersweet reminder of the love they had shared and the wounds that had shaped them both. "I forgive you, Katsuki. But some wounds take time to heal."And as they parted ways once more, their hearts heavy with the weight of what could have been, Izuku knew that their love story had ended not with a happily ever after, but with a painful yet necessary goodbye—a farewell to a chapter of their lives that had taught them both the power of love, forgiveness, and the courage to let go.