✯𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 ✯ ᵏᵃᵗˢᵘᵏⁱ ᵇᵃᵏᵘᵍᵒ

6✰

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 6

Katsuki Bakugo

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Classes were canceled for a week after the attack at the USJ. We came back today, and whoever decided that returning on a Friday was a good idea should seriously reconsider their life choices. But whatever—I showed up.

One of the villains I fought at the USJ managed to bust my gauntlet, so I'm heading to the support course to get it fixed. That guy with weird spiky hair is tagging along. No clue what his name is, and I don't care enough to ask. Apparently, He broke something too, but I wasn't listening.

As we hit the hallway by the auditorium, I get this weird déjà vu feeling. I don't believe in that crap, but it hits again when we pass the doors. Something's off. My gut's screaming, and I trust that more than anything. I glance through the little window.

A girl is sitting alone inside, her head down, hair hiding her face. Something about her feels familiar. Then she tucks her hair behind her ear, and everything stops.

It's Y/N.

I freeze. For a second, I don't even breathe. She looks different but somehow the same, but seeing her now? It throws everything out of balance. I thought I'd never see her again. I tried not to think about her. Tried to move on. I sent letter after letter, and nothing came back. Not even a lousy "leave me alone."

But I couldn't hate her. Not even when I wanted to.

I was more mad at myself for believing she ever felt the same way. I thought we had something real. Turns out I was just some distraction while she waited until she could marry that rich guy. Just thinking about it makes my chest tighten.

I promised myself I'd never go through that again. Never fall for anyone. I can't afford to be that stupid twice.

"Bakugo, what are you staring at? Let's go. Our sub's gonna lose it," spiky-hair says, nudging my shoulder.

"Don't touch me," I snap, shrugging him off. I'm not in the mood. Not even a little.

I keep walking, faster this time, but I can't stop thinking about what I just saw. Why is she here? It looked like she was taking a test. Could she be applying to UA? No way—it's way too late in the year, and her crazy mom would never let that happen. Maybe she's here for some kind of internship? Do we even allow that? I run through the possibilities in my head, but nothing makes sense.

At the support lab, I hand off my gauntlet. The tech says it'll be ready by the end of the day. Good. That gives me time. And an excuse.

Yeah, it's probably weird. I don't care. I need to see her again. Even if I don't say a word, even if she walks right past me—I just need something.

On the way back, I try to catch another look through the auditorium window, but the blinds are down now. Figures. They're probably showing something on the projector.

I head back to class.

Normally, I pay attention. I take notes. I stay sharp. That's what it takes to be the number one hero. But today, my mind won't stay in the room. My notes are a mess, and every time I try to focus, she's there in the back of my head. All I can think about is her. It's like something in me short-circuited the moment I saw her. I feel sick. Like something's missing and I don't know how to get it back.

I count the seconds until the last bell. I'm not even listening to the teacher anymore. I just want to be out of this room.

As soon as the bell rings, I grab my stuff and push past everyone without a word. I make it to the support lab, pick up my gauntlet, and practically sprint toward the front of the school.

I scan the sidewalk, hoping—no, needing to see her again.

Then I spot her.

She's already walking toward a sleek black car. Her dad steps out and hugs her before she climbs in.

I stop in my tracks.

Too late.

Again.

I don't even know what I would've said if I'd caught her. Maybe nothing. Maybe just her name. I just wanted to hear her voice. One more time. Just to prove to myself she was real.

But I couldn't even do that.

And I hate how small that makes me feel.

I don't hate her—I never have. I hate the way she gets to me. The way she still has this grip on my thoughts, like she never left.

She's just one person. I shouldn't feel like this. I shouldn't need to see her. But I do. And now she's gone again.

I press my hand to my face, trying to keep it together.

"Damn it," I mutter under my breath.

I head for the exit, jaw clenched, fists tight. On the way home, I make a decision.

I'm letting her go.

If I ever see her again, it won't be like this. I won't be standing there, lost in the past. I'll be the best damn hero this world's ever seen, and I won't let anything—especially not old feelings—get in the way of that.

She walked away from me.

Now, I'm walking away from her.

A/n

I wanted to do a different pov but I don't know if I got his personality right, tell me what I should do to make it seem more like him. Also sorry for this being short 😭