bnha scenarios

midoriya izuku | ⛈

prompt: a brokenhearted girl must come to the realization that her love is nothing but onesided.
category: angst
character: midoworiya izuwuku
word count: 1574
song: heather by conan gray

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I still remember, third of December, me in your sweater
You said it looked better on me than it did you
Only if you knew, how much I liked you
But I watch your eyes as she

Y/N GIGGLED, burying herself in her friend's sweater baby blue sweater. He smiled sweetly back at her, walking alongside his childhood friend as they headed to school. "Ah, the sleeves are long," She noted, waving her arms in the air as said sleeves whipped in the air, making her giggle more. Izuku chewed on his lower lip, still grinning.

"I-It looks better on you, Y/n," His green eyes pierced her e/c ones as her heart skipped a beat, eyes widening. Her cheeks pinked slowly before she swatted at his arm, "Of course! I'm a fashion queen!" He chuckled, his head turning to look at someone else. Her heart dropped to her stomach as her arms fell to her sides again.

Walks by
What a sight for sore eyes, brighter than a blue sky
She's got you mesmerized while I die

His eyes trailed after the innocent looking brunette. Her bob bounced with her little skips, small hands clenched onto the straps of her backpack as she meandered a bit ahead of the pair. Y/n's eyes went to Ochaco and then to the helpless look on her best friend's face. She had gotten used to it, hadn't she? So, why did it still hurt after so long?

Her heart cracked even more at the sight of his growing smile.

Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester

But you like her better

(Wish I were Heather)

Y/n smiled gleefully, still lovestruck over the stupid sensation of her hands brushing against Izuku's when she'd returned his sweater earlier that day. Today was a lot warmer than yesterday, so despite the loss of his sweater, she was content. Her feet skipped over to the vending machine, eyes widening as she watched Izuku smile sheepishly.

He stood not far from her, his body facing Ochaco as he offered her the same sweater she had returned. The baby blue one. A sickening feeling stirred in Y/n's stomach. She wanted to run. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream, but her feet were glued to the floor. Instead, the girl awkwardly shuffled, watching as Ochaco smiled warmly and took it from him.

Ducking behind the vending machine, Y/n managed to finally run away from the heartbreaking scene.

Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand
Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder
But how could I hate her? She's such an angel
But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she

Y/n lingered at her locker, feet frozen to the floor as she watched the retreating back of her friend and his crush. It took all of her not to break down crying then, but she didn't want any odd looks. Instead, she quickly exchanged her shoes and bid everyone goodbye, rushing off to god knows where.

Tears started pooling in her eyes once she started running, the wind pulling her hair back as she shoved past random civilians. Oh god, what she wouldn't do to be in Ochaco's position! As much as she wanted Ochaco to be gone, to never exist, to just be exterminated, she couldn't. Ochaco didn't deserve that.

Was she a sinner for hating such an angel?

Walks by
What a sight for sore eyes, brighter than a blue sky
She's got you mesmerized while I die