My Hero Academia preferences and one-shots! {REQUESTS: OPEN}

T-Shirt. Katsuki Bakugo

A/N: I really really wanted to do a few music prompts and I feel like this is a good one. Enjoy.

Bakugo was a screw up, a failure, a sad sack of nothingness slowly wasting away. That's what he was in his mind. He had pushed you away and shut down, like you weren't apart of his life. It was a totally justifiable question, with a totally justifiable answer.

"Are we okay?"

That's all you asked. All he wanted to say was "I'm stressed" and "I'm sorry" but his stupid fucking ego can't admit his faults and his feeling. He pushed you away. He argued with you. Called you hurtful names that shouldn't be said onto anyone. Not only all that but he broke up with you. You gave him love and all he did was leave first. Add that to the reasons why he can't sleep at night anymore along with the fact that he tried to tell you, you shouldn't be hurt because he was obviously shutting down. Now he can't sleep but also he's grown back the self hatred that you got rid of for him.

Now he can't stop thinking about you. The way you talked, walked, looked. That might because he won't stop looking at the photos he expertly snuck of you and the texts you both shared because Aizawa's stupid seating chart had you sitting on different hemispheres of the room. Maybe that's for the better now...

You left your favorite shirt with him. It was worn out and a size too small because of how many times it's been washed but that only made it look better on you. The reddish color was constantly changing but always looked good with your complexion and eye color.

He could get high off of the smell if it didn't bring back memories and gather tears to his eyes. Maybe to make it even you can take one of his? You probably already have a lot that he owned that you could rightfully burn. It was funny how scared he was of talking to you, even through text. It was hard to admit that he still wanted the shirt but it was your favorite. All he did was send a picture of the shirt laying on a chair with no words.

'Keep it.' Was your response.

Your usually long and loving and over explaining texts to him were gone. He thought he hated it but now all he could use is a paragraph sent from you telling him how much you love him. Loved. Loved. He had to remind himself that everything had to be in the past tense now.

He's stared at the shirt so long it his eye color probably mirrored to color. He would explode it but he can't blink without seeing it already and his nose and mind have made a pact to torture him and memorize the smell of it. Flowers and faded perfume. It has wrinkles on how tight he's held it but after a flashback of you telling him "I love you but I don't like being held" he hasn't laid a finger on it.

He broke his own heart and all he has now is a cursed, constant reminder of the love he once had.

it was your t-shirt. that stupid fucking t-shirt.

Word Count: 546

A/N I love this chapter soooo much. To anyone who is triggered because the last two sentences aren't properly capitalized 99% of gnash's songs (the ones he isn't just featured in) aren't capitalized so that was just another reference like the rest of the story. Hope you enjoyed!!