Emote: Shinso x OC Reader

Chapter 1

Shinso's POV

I don't remember the exact moment I fell in love with her. It was more like falling in slow motion; the lack of awareness that was there at the beginning of the fall slowly solidified into an undeniable, terrifying truth over time and I wasn't sure if it would result in me being caught before I landed on the cold, unforgiving ground or if time would suddenly speed up at the last second and I would find myself a broken mess.

The fall broke me. And now I was painfully aware that she knew how I felt. I knew as soon as her skin touched mine that day that I wouldn't be able to hide behind that torrent of emotions that had overwhelmed me seeing that filthy scumbag smash his lips into hers right in front of me. It had been a clear mark of dominance but the worst part is that I saw how she had responded to his touch. The flush that had crept across her cheeks, the way she needed to catch her breath afterwards as she watched Bakugo walk away. I had been so flooded with anger that I had to physically take a step back, worried that if I hadn't moved further away from the situation, I was going to find myself tackling him to the ground and repeatedly smashing my fist into that smug face of his.

Y/n had joined the hero course a while back and I had slowly watched her start pulling away from me as she got closer to her new classmates. At first, that's how I rationalized it. But I knew, in the back of my mind, in the dark part filled with the truths that I needed to keep hidden for my own sake, I knew that the main reason she had been distancing herself from me was because she was getting closer to Bakugo. We had danced around the issue a few times and I had warned her that the relationship would only result in her getting hurt. I'd already seen it happen and it was enough to make me want to slam my fist into a wall.

I'm not a hot headed idiot by nature, don't get me wrong. I'm nothing like that red eyed demon. But I had never before in my life had to experience jealousy and apparantly it was enough to make even the most sane person slowly begin to unravel. It was more than that though. To see the one you love in the arms of someone else that you know doesn't treat her with the love and kindness she deserves would be enough to send anyone over the edge. Bakugo was cruel, abusive even, and it was too much for me to watch.

I had told her that I needed some time although it felt like all the time in the world wouldn't stop the ache in my chest from fading away because it had already been sitting with me for weeks. If anything, the pain was getting worse, like a festering wound left untreated, but the thing I couldn't seem to figure out is, how do you treat a broken heart? As though trying to find a solution to this problem, Y/n had given my number to one of her friends from class 1-A, Mina. I'm sure she had wanted Mina to act as a sort of distraction and I suppose talking to her took my mind off of Y/n temporarily. But more often than not Mina was just a reminder of her.

Mina was great, though. I really did enjoy texting with her. She was sweet, outgoing and sent hilarious memes. And if it hadn't been for Mina, I wouldn't have known about the villain attack during their summer training camp. The sense of panic that had overwhelmed me was followed by an immediate desire to visit Y/n in the hospital. It was the second time she had been hospitalized since joining the hero course and the first time I had been polite, not wanting to intrude, but this time I didn't give a shit.

It had been a mistake. Once I had wrapped my arms around her I hadn't wanted to let go. And then when she started talking about him, about how she had said something horrible to him, something inside me had snapped. It wasn't like her to be mean, to use words as weapons, especially since she knew how deep they could cut because of her experience with her own asshole of a father. The only logical explanation was that Bakugo was bringing out a side of her that I wasn't familiar with and didn't want to be. I knew from the news that he had been captured by the villains and there was a small part of me deep down, an ugly, rotten truth like a stain buried deep within, that hoped he would never return.