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And the sky fell in your memory

Katsuki Bakugo was not a picky person.

He'd spent most of his life a second choice, an afterthought. That might seem a bit unbelievable, considering how much praise he receives, but he was always a driven child.

Plus Ultra.

Be better, do better, improve. But even after improvement, he was just not good enough.

Constant improvement, constant harrowing competition, constant need to prove himself.

Pathetic.

Desperate.

Hopeless.

Maybe that's why he latched on to Izuku so early in life. Izuku didn't expect anything from him, he liked him for him.

And Katsuki still messed it up.

He'd gotten a quirk! Finally! He was so excited to have something go his way for once. Obviously, he got the most support from Izuku, no surprises there. And, for some strange reason, he snapped at him.

Pathetic, useless, stupid. Katsuki kept repeating over and over, throughout middle school and U.A and even the war. Before, during and after.

Katsuki apologized, sure. But what was one flimsy apology in the face of literal years of bullying. What was one sappy I'm sorry for everything in the face of everything he'd put the quirkless boy through.

That's right… Izuku was quirkless again…

The irony hit Katsuki like a truck.

Izuku still talked to him, smiled at him. Those viridian eyes still sparkled at him like Katsuki was worth the world; like they were still two silly toddlers, searching through the overgrowth for butterflies.

Maybe those butterflies had redirected to the overgrowth that was his heart. That's surely what it felt like every time Izuku smiled at him.

God, he was a wreck. A lovesick fool of a man, a shadow of a rising pro hero.

His middle school self would hate him.

Maybe he jumped a little at the opportunity when Kirishima started chatting about a matchmaking app. Explained how it had gotten several people into long healthy relationships, both romantic and platonic.

Maybe he asked a bit too much, seemed a bit too interested than usual if the odd looks Kirishima sent him were any indicator.

Katsuki could care less.

He went back to his apartment that night, got off his office-provided phone (all pro heroes got them to maintain a work-life balance) and hopped onto his personal phone.

It was old, Katsuki knew that. It was less of a financial decision and more a sentimental one. The SIM card was actually from way, WAY back. All the way back from his middle school era. He had a second SIM card besides the first, for more mature stuff- Like his Netflix and Instagram, while the older one was saved for his guilty pleasures (dubbed thee as sappy stuff)

Old nostalgia, pictures, chats, games, a somewhat suspicious set of Folders named Izuku Midoriya, Deku, and simply: Love <3 (Why am i liek this)

Anyways, Katsuki decided to use his sappy SIM for this app Kirishima was definitely forcing him to get. (no he wasn't)

He wandered over to the Play Store and searched it up. The name was cringe, but hey. Whatever it takes to distract himself from green eyes and freckles.

Search: Qpid's αrrow ~->

Katsuki wrinkled his nose at the oddly familiar icon of the app. A distant memory was tugging desperately at his brain. Strange.