✯𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 ✯ ᵏᵃᵗˢᵘᵏⁱ ᵇᵃᵏᵘᵍᵒ

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                                    𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 7

Katsuki Bakugo

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After the attack at the USJ, school was out for a week. We came back today, and which ever idiot decided we should return on a Friday should be fired. But whatever, I'm here. One of the villains I fought at the USJ broke my gauntlet, so I'm heading to the support room with that kid with the dumbass hair. I don't know his name, and I don't really care to either. Apparently, he broke some of his equipment too, but I wasn't exactly listening.

As we turn down the hallway, I feel a weird sense of déjà vu, but I can't place it. When we pass by the auditorium, I feel it again. I don't believe in déjà vu, but I have a weird feeling about whatever is in that room, and I'm never wrong. I go to the window and look in. There's a girl sitting alone in the audience, her hair covering her face. She looks familiar. When she tucks her hair behind her ear, I freeze in shock. It's Y/N.

A mix of emotions floods me. I'm so happy to see her again, even from a distance, but also so angry about how badly we left things. I tried to reach out to her, i  sent an embarrassing amount of letters, and got nothing back. I could never hate her, not ever. I'm more mad at myself. How could I ever think she liked me? She was just passing time until she and her rich fiancé got married. Just thinking about it gets my blood boiling. How could I be such an idiot? How could I let myself fall for her? After her, I promised myself I wouldn't fall for anyone ever again. I won't let someone ruin me like that. Not like her.

"Bakugo, what are you looking at? Let's get moving; our sub will be mad," Shitty hair says, lightly pushing my shoulder.

"DON'T TOUCH ME, IDIOT!" I yell at him. Who does this guy think he is? Pushing me like that. It's too early to start a fight, so I just keep walking down the hall, far away from him.

While walking, I start thinking about why Y/N could be here. She looked like she was taking a test. Maybe she applied for UA? No, they wouldn't let her join this late into the year, and her mother wouldn't let her come anyway. Maybe she's applying for an internship or something? Do they even do that here? I think for awhile but I can't come up with a good answer. I end up at the support room and go in. I hand my gauntlet to the crazy-looking lady, and she says she can fix it and for me to come pick it up at the end of the day.

As she says this, my mind flashes back to Y/N. Since I'm coming to get this at the end of the day, I'll have an excuse to see her while she's leaving. It sounds creepy, but I need to see her. As I leave the room, I decide that's what I'll do. When I walk back to class, I try to look through the auditorium window, but it looks like they closed the blinds. Probably showing something on the screen. I head back to class.

I'm not a bad student, I pay attention during class and take all my notes perfectly. How else would I get to be the number one hero? But today, I just couldn't focus. Class flew by, and the only thing I thought about was her. I felt physically ill not being able to see her, like I was going through withdrawals without her. I counted down the seconds until the last bell rang, just for the chance of getting a glimpse of her face. By the time I had counted to maybe 500, the bell rang. I sloppily picked up my bag and nearly ran out the door, pushing past people on my way. I didn't care. I speed-walked to the support room, picked up my gauntlet without saying a word, and started to run to the front of the school, looking out the window to see if I had missed her.

That's when I saw her. I was too late. She was walking down to a black car. Her dad got out and hugged her. I sat there, frozen. God damn it, I missed her. I don't even know what I would have said to her. I just wanted to hear her voice. I'm so pathetic. Why does she make me feel so weak? I hate her—no, no, no, I stop myself. I don't hate her. I've never hated her. I never will. I hate the way she makes me feel. Damn it, I hate the way she makes me feel. She's just a girl. I shouldn't be acting like this. I watched as her car drove away. And just like that, she was gone. I didn't know if I'd ever see her again. I felt a pain in my chest, like a stabbing pain. I ran my hand over my face.

"Fuck," I mumble. I walk down the stairs to the exit of the school. On my way home, I decide that I can't wait for her. I don't know when I'll see her again, but the next time I do, I won't feel like this. I'm going to become the best hero there ever was, and I can't do that if I'm feeling this way. So, I'm choosing to let her go. I'm going to forget about her, just like she forgot about me.

A/n

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