bday special ⇢ kirishima eijirou ✓

i.

"Goddammit." [Name] flops on her fluffy bed, burying her face in her pillow and tightly hugging it. She bites her quivering lower lip and holds back her sobs, muffling her snifs in her pillow.

"It's over." He said...

"Our relation is starting to be ridiculous," he said...

Well, fuck him! I was happy!

She hugs the pillow tighter, her shoulders trembling. As her sobs become harder to control, his words haunt her mind like a broken tape.

"There's no point in being a couple if we can't see each other. We barely talk and I know it's make you unhappy..."

She grimaced, gazing down at her feet. He was right. She did miss him, his presence, his hugs, his kisses. All this affection dissapeared not long after they started dating.

But did she have the right to complain? No. He chose for this daily life and she was in no position to hold him back from exercing the job of his dreams.

Not a mother or sister. Not a wife. Just his girlfriend.

"And I don't wanna hurt you more than that. And I'd never forgive myself if I hurt you, although I'm already hurting you by not showing. Hurting a girl's so unmanly..."

What an idiot. Bakugou was right. 'Hair for brains' really fit him.

"So, like..." He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, too uncomfortable to look at her. He knew she was crying and he didn't want to see that, he already felt awful for doing this. He didn't want to do this, but he thought it was for their best.

"Just forget about me... and find someone more fitting." He choked out with difficulty. "I'm sure... you'll find better than me."

He finally looked up and immediately regretted it. In front of him stood his now ex girlfriend, her lower lip quivering and her eyes glistening with tears that dripped down her chin. Seeing her like this made his heart ache and all he wanted to do was to slap himself for saying all this BS and hug her tightly.

He swiftly turned around, shaking his head to erase this painful image of [Name] from his mind and stomped away, his hands hidden in the pockets of his pants.

And now there she is, crying over a boy. Just thinking about her situation makes her want to kick herself.

What the fuck am I crying because of a boy?

She feels pathetic.

It's only a boy. Just a boy.

She groans and sits up on her bed, her face still burried in her pillow. She digs her fingers into the pillow and starts tugging at the fabric, almost tearing it open.

What an idiot. She throws her pillow on the floor and jumps off her bed. She opens her wardrobe and pulls out a random shirt and jeans. She also pulls out a hoodie and zips it up, the hoodie hiding her [Hair colour] hair and a part of her face. She slips into a pair of sneakers, closes the front door behind her and starts running under the rain.

I love you, hair for brains...!

I fucking love you, damn it!

She stops in front of the [Random Colour] door and knocks on it. She takes a step back, still panting from her run. She can be thankful his place isn't so far from hers.

Eventually, the door creaks open, revealing Kirishima with his hair down and only wearing a boxer.

His eyes go wide when he discovers who's standing at his doorstep.