Limit Reached

Happy Ending

Deku's POV

"Hey." A gentle distant voice called me from what seemed like miles away, but he was actually right next to me.
"Hey." I blush in a sheepish way.
He grabs my forearm and drags me to the center of the ballroom, surrounded by people I recognize but I don't feel like I know anymore; Like a distant memory, or a stranger who knows all your secrets.
He was pushy, but he was a gentleman also. We started dancing. My heart skipped a beat when the seductive man but his index finger on my lip — oh, how good it felt.
His tingling body sensation made my face red in so many aspects; from blushing to embarrassment in a matter of seconds.
The music suddenly stopped. The people fell completely silent. All the lights turned off, except for one spotlight which awed around us two, but we were practically in one.
His twinkly eyes matched the brightness of the light. He looked at me with lust, but kindness at the same time. Men like him are crazy to fall for. What have I gotten myself into?
His lips were inches away from mine. When he held my chin, it felt like my face was numb. I closed my eyes and —

The drool on my pillow felt like it pinched my lips awake. I yawn to the sign of the sun, with its strong brightness that reminded me of my dream.
I slept peacefully, at last. I had no worry.
But who was that mysterious man in my dreams?
Enough about that. I don't even wanna think about it.

I received a call from Bakugou, but it didn't feel  like anything. His name on my phone didn't excite me as it did before my emotional recovery. I feel like a brand new person. It's been two months since we've broken up.
But are my feelings now nonexistent?
Enough about him. I don't even wanna think about it.

Later during the day, my mom came into my room.
"Izuku..?"
"Yes, mom?"
"Katsuki called. He wants to see you at the park in two hours."
"Oh. Okay."
I dismiss her with a "love you," but it felt like she didn't want to leave me saying those words she said to me. She knew the torment he caused me in my life. She was the one who stuck by me, a shoulder to cry on, a shield to protect me. But no, she can't protect me from my feelings. I wish it was possible.
I was writing in my journal, about how peaceful summer break was going. I haven't seen Bakugou since June. It felt like forever; Not that I'm particularly sad about it, but I can't believe our relationship came down like this.
No calls.
No texts.
No Hellos.
No Goodbyes.
Everything was just self explanatory for the both of us. Even if we did say we would be friends, we know deep down we wouldn't. We can't stay friends; but we can't stay a perfect couple.
Two hours went by fast, and I walked over to the nearby park; our childhood park, where so many memories were made; so many fights and so many hugs exchanged between the two of us. But it always seems like time never has a limit, and that it keeps going, and I've just realized how old we've gotten. We're both 14, turning 15 during the later months of November and December. But we're also only so, so young. We don't have a clue on what love is; we have never experienced it. We haven't experienced the tingling sensation of having your first crush, or dancing in the rain together, or stealing your partner's hoodies. No, all of that is just a made-up fantasy of love.
Love is fighting when the doors are closed. Love is getting jealous over what seems like the tiniest of things.
Love is being able to go back to them no matter what they do to you.
Because that's your drug; he's a drug.
I'm his drug.
I love him with all my heart, even if it feels like I'm never into him anymore.
Today I'll get to see if he still feels the same.
Hopefully he does.

I stand on top of the soft grass, waiting for the prince to arrive.
I finally see him in the distance.
He waves at me. I wave at him.
He comes closer to me, but not evading my personal space.
"Hey." A gentle distant voice called me from what seemed like miles away, but he was actually right next to me, once again.
"Hey." I blush in a sheepish way, once again.
He grabs my forearm and drags me to the center of the park, under the tree, surrounded by sunflowers I recognize by the smell of them.
He is pushy, but he is a gentleman also.
We start dancing. My heart skipped a beat when the seductive boy but his index finger on my lip — oh, how good it feels, once again.
His tingling body sensation made my face red in so many aspects; from blushing to embarrassment in a matter of seconds.
The birds suddenly stopped. The sunflowers fell completely silent. All the light around us faded away in the clouds, except for one aura of sunlight, which awed around us two, but we are practically in one.
His twinkly eyes matched the brightness of the sunlight.
He looks at me with lust, but kindness at the same time.
Men like him are crazy to fall for.
What have I gotten myself into?
His lips were inches away from mine. When he holds my chin, it feels like my face turned numb. I close my eyes and —
The sensation of the sun felt like it was transmitted to my lips through his. The passion never changed, the slyness never changed, the love never changed.
Yeah, he changed a little. He got a new haircut.
But nothing changed from his beloved self. I'm so happy.
He breaks away easily, with the twinkle in his eyes.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Bakubae."