kirishima's pov
I sighed watching a beautiful sunset. I smiled, the cool brisk air blowing over my skin,comforting. the pretty colors soon faded into darkness, where bright shining stars bloomed in the sky. a blend of sadness and regret invaded my mind as I thought about Bakugou Katsuki, aka ground zero, and how I never achieved my dream of becoming a pro hero. A knot swelled in my throat and my eyes burned with fresh tears. Bakugou probably wouldn't even recognize me anymore, I had cut my hair shorter and dyed my hair back to black. Over the years I had gotten snake bite piercings and ear piercings. But i'm happy for bakugou, he has a good relationship with Izuku and i'm happy for him.
Hell I even helped him ask Izuku out. Salty tears were now rolling down my cheeks. There were rumors about him proposing to Izuku, I let out a choked sob but I was still smiling. I wish I could still contact him, after high school Bakugou changed his number and didn't bother to let me know he got a new one. But I still got to hang out with denki, well when he wasn't busy with jirou of course. I got up not wanting to think about the past any more. I never became a pro hero because I couldn't get into the same agency as Bakugou. My quirk didn't reach their standards. I started to walk back down the fire escape back to my apartment. I got a job at a small flower shop not far from my apartment.
I honestly really enjoy my job there. the flowers help calm me, whenever my chest starts to ache when news about ground zero comes on the tv in the store. I climbed through the window and slid it shut. I wiped the rest of the tears off my face. I took a shower then went to bed.
* the next morning*
the golden light of morning peeks through my blackout curtains. I opened my eyes then yawned, I sat up sleepily and got dressed for the day. I slipped on a maroon turtleneck black ripped jeans and some big round glasses. I have the day off so I'm gonna head down to the book café. I grabbed my wallet, apartment keys, and my umbrella even if it wasn't raining at the moment, it was still gonna rain in the evening.
* 2:00pm*
I was in the middle of one of the books I bought,( I should get going) I thought to myself. I stood up and looked at the big stack of books I bought, I frowned. I gazed outside It was already raining hard. I got to the front doors of the store, I struggled to open my umbrella. I stepped outside I almost dropped my books in a puddle like three times already. I heard the sound of splashing behind me. I turned around to see a man running with his sweatshirt over his head. He was already drenched from the rain. I felt bad from him.
" umm...h-hey! " I called out, he was much taller than me. " u-um, I wanted to share my umbrella with you....science you don't have one s-sir". He only stared at me, I struggled to hand out my umbrella to him.
" i'm guessing your only being nice to me cause i'm a pro hero" he calmly said with a blank expression. My face drained of color.
" y-you are ? " I asked him in disbelief, he grabbed the umbrella from me holding it up for the both of us.
