BNHA/MHA Scenarios + Headcanons

Bakugou and Ex Mutual Pining pt. 2

You stared right through the man in front of you as though he were invisible, a wisp of wind, a pane of glass. His words fell hollow and his laugh sounded fake and his smile was lined with too many teeth that were obviously brightened by those whitening strips. He gestured at nothing as he talked, one hand holding a cup of coffee while the other waved around in the air.

This had seemed like a good idea at first: getting out on a date after everything. It had been three months, after all. You were over Bakugou and it was time to move forward into a new stage of your life.

Too bad this date was about as exciting as watching paint dry.

He talked too much about himself and hardly asked anything about your own hobbies and interests. To avoid looking too rude, though, you just nodded at his words while grinding your teeth together and counting down the minutes until you could leave.

You were completely oblivious to the fact that a man with red eyes and blonde hair stood across the street and stared at you with your date, his hands hot and smoking in the pockets of his jacket.

Of course, she'd move on, he thought to himself stupidly. Of course, you would. You were just friends, after all. Nothing more. He tore his eyes away and stomped down the street until the restaurant - and you - were out of sight.

It was better this way.

You sat on the couch and flipped through the TV channels on one of your rare days off. Nothing was on, of course, except for boring dramas and reality TV. "What happened to cartoons? Jeez..."

Eventually you paused the channel surfing when an alert came up of a villain attack downtown. A reporter was crouched behind some rubble while narrating the scene.

"...Ground Zero has the villain cornered! Civilians are encouraged to remain indoors while the scene is still active!"

Explosions and dust littered the screen as the camera shook before the familiar raspy voice of Ground Zero buzzed into the microphone. He gave that laugh of victory, that laugh of triumph, that laugh filled with the rush of adrenaline that sparked joy in him like nothing else.

After things stabilized the camera focused in on Ground Zero standing atop a downed villain, his hand in the air: a pose that mirrored his idol. You couldn't help but smile. He was made for being a Hero, no doubt about it. It was a reason why you lov-

You caught yourself and swallowed hard before you finished the thought. "No, no...just...no. It's better this way."

The lie was simultaneously as quiet as a mouse and as loud as a lion's roar. It would creep up when you least expected it. You willed it away every time, tossed it away, stuffed it under your bed...but the thought always came back.

But it was done, you both agreed to it...right?

Rain poured down outside as thunder echoed off in the distance like war drums and lightning illuminated the sky. His footsteps were heavy against the soaked pavement, soaking his socks and shoes but he didn't care. The headlamps of cars mirrored on the reflective road as he ran in the opposite direction, his hair damp against his forehead and clothes stuck to his skin like cling film.

He couldn't fucking do it anymore. He had to change things - had to run.

The heavy pounding at your front door nearly made you drop your spoonful of ice cream. "Who the hell is that...?"

"OPEN UP! IT'S FUCKING COLD!" a familiar voice yelled from the other side of the door. Bakugou...?

Dropping the spoon you hopped up and flung open the door. There he stood, dripping from head to toe as water poured down behind him. His chest heaved as though he'd run all the way here. "What-"

"I don't want to break up. I thought it was right - the right thing to do. But my brain is apparently fucking stupid and can't just move on. I thought...I thought it'd be better this way, but it's not." The words spilled from his mouth with hardly a breath in-between. You stood there and stared at the man in front of you with a dumbstruck look.

"Bakugou...what the hell are you talking about? We did break up - that's what we agreed on! It's...things weren't-"

"Are you happy?" he blurted out, impatience for an answer overshadowing your own questions. "Can you really say we made the right choice?"

He really was a terrible liar - you could tell by the firm glisten in his eyes. Your words caught in your throat as though slogging through molasses but you had to say something. "I...I don't know. Sometimes I think we did, but other times I hate how I miss making new memories. With you, I mean. But things weren't working..."

"We can make them work. I know I wasn't the best at shit, but you know I'm no slacker. I ran all the way here because I can't just be friends again for one damn day. So, you gonna hand me a towel so we can talk inside?"

"Oh, uh." You ran to the bathroom and grabbed a towel to toss at him. He wrapped it around his shoulders before stepping inside and closing the door, leaving the cold behind.