My Hero Academia Oneshots!

Ex! Katsuki BakugouXReader

It hurt. It really hurt seeing him with her. Why did he leave me? Was it because of her? It makes me jealous and mad and sad, but I can't do anything about it. I just have to accept it. At least... At least he's happy. But it sucked that he wasn't happy with me. He never talked to me or looked at me anymore. It's like he completely cut me out of his life even though he still said he wanted to be friends. And it hurt to not have him in my life anymore. It hurt to not be around him. I missed him. But to him, he hated what he did. And it hurt him to be around me. It hurt him to know that he had broken my heart and caused me so much pain, and he hated himself for it. It sucked that what I need hurt him, and what he needs hurts me. No matter what, someone would be hurting. And I'm willing to hurt if it meant he wasn't.

          But the knife cut deeper when I saw him with her. Ochaku Uraraka. Were they just friends? I had heard rumors that they were interested in each other in the past. I didn't want them to be together. They couldn't. He was mine and-- he wasn't mine. He wasn't mine anymore. He wasn't mine and I couldn't control it. I wanted him to be happy, but... I also wanted him to be with me.

          He was walking with her. She was bright and pink and bubbly and everything I wasn't. But I still had better grades. I was smarter,  I was cuter,  I was cooler, I was more impressive, more passionate, and more self-sacrificing than she was and yet, He chose her. She was closer to the "ideal girl" he said he wanted. Someone who could balance him out. Someone who wasn't as hot-headed and spontaneous at times. Someone who was docile and gentle and sweet, but still independent. But I was still there for him. I gave him compliments and supported him and got him riled up to be the best hero he could be. I loved him and assured him of it. I made him drawings and paintings. I made comics of us. I wrote him love letters. I even wrote songs for him. I even helped him when he was struggling in his classes, and now look at him, He's taking more advanced classes and becoming a better person.

          I was there when he had midnight breakdowns. I was there when he was mad at the world (and deku). I was always there for him. Did all those sleepless nights where I sacrificed my sleep for him mean nothing? Did everything We've been through mean nothing? And I can't even be mad at him because he has his own reasons for everything. He didn't try to hurt me intentionally, and he felt just as bad about it as how much I'm hurting. I just can't bring myself to hate him. Perhaps if I did, it'd be so much easier to get over him. But no matter what, I love him and he means so much to me and knowing that he'll never be mine again really hurts.

          He was interested in someone else, someone else who did nothing wrong to me. They didn't "steal my man" because 1. He isn't my man anymore and 2. She's just in love like I once was. I can't blame her. But that just made it hurt more. I still hated her and was mad at her and was jealous of her for no good reason. She was doing nothing wrong, yet I was so fed up about it and it affected me and hurt me so much.

          It was stupid. This whole thing is stupid. Yet I don't want to forget it. I don't want to forget him and all the time we spent together. I can't bring myself to admit that I probably wasn't the right one for him. Or that, maybe he wasn't the right one for me. Maybe we weren't meant for each other. But we both knew that soul mates didn't exist and that love takes care to work out. And damn did we care about each other. By our own logic, it could've worked out. We definitely could've gotten through it. He said he wanted to talk through things, but it doesn't do anything if he doesn't tell me anything or listen to anything I say. But maybe... maybe I didn't listen to him. Maybe I wasn't attentive enough to read the signs before hand. I might not have understood him then, But if he told me, I would have understood and respected that. If only I had really known and pinpointed the problem, I could've fixed it. We could've fixed it. We could've still been together.

           Hey Katsuki, if you ever read this, I still love you. And I'd still take you back if you wanted. But only if you wanted. It'll be better this time, I promise. I know my mistakes and how to avoid them. I know what I'm doing now. I love you.

(A/n: sorry for the absence. I went through a break up and also school sucks :) I hope you guys really feel the feeling in this. And maybe some can even relate and it hits something in your heart. idk. Thnx for all ur support <3)