A Series Of Incidents (Katsuki Bakugou x reader)

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A/n: warning. Angsty as fuuuuuuuck

I stand there, heart slamming against my ribcage, staring with wide, confused eyes at Katsuki. He continues to watch me, glaring like an angry warthog.

I think he prefers to scare me rather than acTuaLlY sAy whAT hE waNts.

After a couple of minutes, I lose my composure, and walk past him. It's his fault, anyway—

In less than a second, he's walking right beside me.

I jolt, I fucking dropped my croissant.

Moving my gaze towards him as we walk out of the school in silence, I fail to find any signs of emotion on his face. He's looking at the ground, his eyes covered by his hair and his mouth pulled down slightly.

... why? Why did this have to happen?

Why you, Katsuki? You push me away and pull me in, you toy with my feelings like they're a puppet, and yet... why am I so... attracted to you?

There's something about you that I can't put my finger on.

And it's killing me.

We continue to walk in silence, all the way to the train station, where we both wait for his train. Mine is the one after, going a little more out of the city.

I clench my fist; I don't know how much more I can take of this. I grit my teeth, trying to think of something to say. My emotions are bubbling furiously again, I want to see something.

Fuck you, Katsuki. Give me a sign here, whether you want it or not, whether you—

... want to be my friend.

"This..." I freeze up, his voice is rough and graty. "This will be the last time we talk and do things together."

My mouth opens, and then shuts. I swallow, biting my lip so hard it bleeds. Of course.

Of course.

I was right. This could never work, could it? We're too different, we're too similar. God, there's always something there that'll stop us from being friends.

I look up at him, wanting to say something, but the words catch in my throat; he's staring, unblinking straight ahead, his eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth is wobbling slightly. There's the slightest hint of tears in his red eyes.

"You distract me..." he continues. "Too much. I have better things to do than waste my time on extras like you."

Fuck.

Shit.

Heartburn.

Why?

I look away almost instantly, to hide my own glassy eyes.

There's a sudden rush of air, as the train that Katsuki takes home rushes into the station.

As it comes to a halt, he prepares to board, not giving me a second glance. I whimper at that, not bothering to cover it up.

It hurts.

Katsuki, you're hurting me.

He wipes his face angrily, before getting on board, grabbing on to a handrail, preferring to stand rather than sit.

"I'm sorry," I suddenly choke, and he looks up from the floor. "I'm sorry, Katsuki. I should've known... I should've known that this could never work." I say, letting my tears stream down my cheeks. "This can't work. It never will, will it?"

He's quiet, before I hear, "Damn it... damn it, damn it, damn it!"

I stare with sadness, as he tries to stop his own tears from escaping, gritting his teeth.

Shit, he looks so... upset.

Suddenly, Katsuki attempts to dash out once more, but the train door closes.

"Fuck!" he screams, beating his fists against the glass. He refuses to look at me, crying loudly as I rush forwards to try open the doors for him.

In response, the train jolts, preparing to leave the station.

I press my hands against the door, looking at him through the window, trying to talk to him through my sobs. This hurts. It hurts so much.

Katsuki, you're hurting me.

"I'm sorry!" I yell, as the vehicle moves, Katsuki and I still crying our eyes out. I start to run alongside it. "I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for you, Katsuki! I'm sorry I distracted you! I'm sorry!"

I trip, and fall on to the hard concrete, and I just about hear him scream my name as I do. I push myself up, on to my knees, and watch with bleary eyes as that train leaves the station.

I'm sorry, Katsuki.

I'm so sorry.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, my eyes still fixed on where the train once was.

—————

Emotionally drained, I make it back home, where I text Kirishima about what happened.

While I wait for a reply, I make myself a drink that will calm me down.

I can't pull my thoughts away from this afternoon.

I don't think I've ever felt so sad and fucked up in my life. It hurt so much, it really did.

My heart had physically been throbbing, as I'd tried to talk to him through the train doors.

What hurts even more, is that I know that was our last moment together.

He said it himself.

"This will be the last time we talk and do things together."

Well, I guess I really was right.

There's not a trace of doubt in my mind anymore.

Katsuki Bakugo and I could never work.

A couple of seconds later, "All By Myself" by Eric Carmen comes on to the radio, making me spit out my drink and turn it off instantly.

A/n: i didn't mean to make anyone low-key cri, this is just development.
Here, take this wholesome Baku pic as compensation-