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The Hopeless Love Life Of A Loser

I guess through all the false images of relationships I believed in, there was a saving grace, even if it's not true, believing in it isn't hopeless. It's hope itself. Unfortunately, I don't believe in a love that can solve all your problems. No perfect love story exist, but I think that's why we all look for one to have faith in. Honestly, we're all just fractured from a past love, unrequited love, or a love who never even noticed you...

Accepting that you and your partner both have a past apart from each other is a step forward to a healthy relationship... as long as you can face the past, not just your partner's but yours as well.

I just wish I could have taken my own advice. Oh well, maybe there is someone who will benefit from my mistakes.

"Thanks for listening to me, I'm sorry I can't do anything to help." Izuku had a slight frown.

Tsuna waved him off. "It's fine, I've made my peace with how things worked out for me. I'm actually quite glad nowadays, hahaha."

Izuku could see through the manufactured smile but didn't press it. 'Even if I'm a hero in training, I don't think heroes can help with someone's internal struggles.'

"You should get going right? Aren't you on a date?"

"Ah, you're right! Thanks again for the advice Tsuna, I'll be sure to use it!" Before Izuku opened the door he turned back to Tsuna. "And good luck with your problems too! I know you'll make it work... call it intuition!" He had a bright smile chiming encouragement to Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Tsuna's fake smile actually rose to a sincere agreement.

The door closed. Tsuna's hand was on the sink, it balled into a weak fist as his head dropped and his hair shadowed his eyes. "Yeah... Thanks." Even though he knew. "It was love..." To him at least. "But that's gone, I messed up my chance, so don't mess up yours, okay?"

"K-Kyouka? What's wrong?" Izuku saw her sitting on a bench next to the restrooms with a frozen face of cringed disbelief.

"Noodle's hair... She dyed it blonde." Defeat in her mumbling voice.

"Huh? Noodle? From Gorillaz?" Taking a seat beside his girlfriend. He stared at her phone screen, she was watching a music video. "She doesn't look bad. What's the big deal?"

Jirou shook her head. "It just surprised me." She pouted her lips, annoyed. "She doesn't look the same anymore."

It was hard for Izuku not to notice that she was playing with a lock of hair and not her earphone, like usual. "Wait, is it because your hair color was similar to hers?"

Jirou's eyes narrowed and her cheeks grew a pink tint. "No."

'She can't play it off...' His lips grew seeing her earphones twist the more embarrassed she was. It flicked his forehead to stop staring at her. "Ow." He rubbed his forehead. "Why'd you hit me?"

She lifted her chin. "Didn't you hear, staring is rude?"

"But you're my girlfriend?"

"Ah..." Then puffed up cheeks in defeat. "Still, it's uncomfortable."

"Oh, sorry, it's just, I've always liked the way your quirk does that." Thinking of the first time he saw them tie up in a knot.

"Yeah... you wrote that in your notebook." She smiled to herself. "That was probably the stupidest argument we ever had. I actually called you a perv with a quirk fetish." She chuckled.

This time it was Izuku's turn to blush. "But I did figure out that you could use quirks in 'that' way. More specifically your quirk."

"Oh, whatever dude, don't blame me if I predestined a fetish for you." She shoved his playful face away, as he tried to nibble on her earphone.