✿Bleeding Petals✿ [BakuDeku]

Years After Years and Motel After Motel

this is a really weird chapter btw but expect le angst

The next morning, Deku didn't open shop so I had to go to work without his muffins. The next day was the same along with the day after that. I attempted to call him. He didn't pick up. Every day was the same. I would drive by his bakery on my way to work, hoping to his smiling face inside. No such luck.

After a week, I decided to go to his house. His mother answered the door.

"Good morning, Ms. Midoriya. Is there any chance Deku is around?" I asked her.

She cocked her head to the side. "No?" she said in a confused tone. "I assumed he was with you."

My eyes widened. "Oh, yea sorry. Still not used to him being around." I said quickly before turning and leaving, not wanting to worry her.

I went to work and called him a few times. No answer. This whole thing continued on for what felt like forever. After another week, I went to Deku's house again.

"Hello, Inko. Is Deku here?" I asked his mom.

She shook her head. "He went to eat with some friends."

I sighed and nodded, heading to work. Once more, I tried to call him. Text him. I told Kaminari to call him. Even Todoroki. No luck whatsoever.

Autumn had begun, the cherry blossom trees losing their flowers as they littered the ground below. It was getting much colder, a perfect time for cuddling around a fire. But as Jirou and Momo and Kaminari and Shinsou did exactly that, I felt myself feeling alone.

At the start of October, I went to Deku's apartment again, hoping for a miracle. I received the exact opposite. After a walk up to their floor, I noticed a small card posted on the door. It read 'For Rent'

I furrowed my eyebrows and knocked. No answer. I ran as fast as I could and to my car, hopping in and went on my way to the bakery. I parked in the parking lot and flew across the street. A paper was taped to the door. It read 'For Sale by Owner'. Deku's contact information was directly below it.

Thinking it couldn't be right, I peered into the building. It was empty. The couches had been taken out along with the tables. The glass displays were free of any bread and muffins, the counters bare. The only thing that remained in the room was a familiar barstool.

I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my forehead ahead the door. The glass was cold as fuck and the fact I wasn't wearing a jacket made it worse. I started to shiver, my breath slightly visible in the air. It wasn't until I started to feel light-headed that I returned to the warmth of my car.

I didn't leave though. I couldn't. I called Deku again. And again. And again. And again. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. So I sat in my car, staring into the cafe's windows as third-person visions flashed in front of me.

Kirishima and I walking into the bakery the first time. Deku telling me to come the next day. Our conversations and laughing. Him bringing my barstool in. Kirishima proposing to me. Deku and I talking again. Laughing again. Talking. Laughing. Talking. Laughing. Laughing. Laughing. Running. Him running to the back room. Me leaving, giving him a small wave for the last time.

It was bullshit. All of it.

I sighed and put my head down onto the steering wheel, listening to my engine purr. He didn't even say goodbye.

My last words to him... "Good night."

I could have said it.

Why didn't I say it?

It would've been so simple to just say...

"I love you."

I fucked up big time.