[✔️] 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝘬. 𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘶

i know it's a bad idea

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Y/N leaned against the cold wall of the U.A. courtyard, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. She stared at the last message from her boyfriend, a third-year student who had been increasingly distant as his hero studies intensified.

Sorry, busy again today. Can't make it.

It wasn't the first time. She sighed, sliding the phone into her pocket. Being in a relationship with someone older, more experienced, and well on his way to becoming a top hero sounded exciting at first, but it left Y/N feeling more alone than she expected. She hadn't seen him in person for days, and every attempt at conversation felt strained, like talking to a stranger.

The worst part was that she couldn't help but feel like something was missing, something she'd been finding elsewhere, though she knew it was wrong.

"Hey, Y/N!" A voice interrupted her thoughts.

Y/N looked up to see Jirou approaching, her ever-present headphones around her neck. A small, knowing smile played on her lips, and Y/N's heart did an uncomfortable flip. Over the past few weeks, Jirou had become someone Y/N could talk to, about everything. She wasn't sure when it had started, but their casual conversations had turned into late-night jam sessions, and Jirou had a way of listening that made Y/N feel understood.

They hadn't been friends for long, though they'd known each other for a while now. Y/N had always admired Jirou's talent for music from afar, but the two of them were just mere acquaintances, polite enough to say "hi" in passing but not close enough to have any deep conversations.

That changed a few weeks ago, when Jirou found Y/N sitting alone on the U.A. rooftop, trying to hold back tears after an argument with her boyfriend. Jirou, with her cool yet empathetic demeanor, sat beside her, neither pushing her to talk nor leaving her alone. They had spent hours together that day, just sitting in silence, and somehow that had been the start of a growing bond.

After that, Jirou had quietly inserted herself into Y/N's life, offering casual advice, a distraction with music, and-on rare occasions-gentle teasing to lighten the mood. Y/N didn't realize how much she needed someone like Jirou in her life until it was too late to imagine it without her. Jirou had been the first to volunteer when Y/N admitted her struggles with her relationship, offering a quiet ear whenever she needed to vent.

But that was the problem, wasn't it?

"Hey, Jirou," Y/N replied, trying to force a smile. "What's up?"

Jirou shrugged casually. "You looked lost in thought. Everything okay?"

Y/N hesitated. She knew she shouldn't be confiding in Jirou about her relationship problems. After all, her boyfriend was still important to her. She wasn't supposed to be relying on someone else for emotional support, especially not someone like Jirou, someone who made her heart beat a little faster and her head a little lighter.