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Cheater! Bakugo x Kirishima x GF! Reader || Romantic Revenge

Cheater! Bakugo x Kirishima x GF! Reader
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[ DISCLAIMER : ]
I do not condone cheating; that is not a takeaway you should get from this. Cheating is bad regardless of how it happens.

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Romantic Revenge

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Your POV
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Going to the new coffee shop in the city seemed like a good idea at first—well, it still, inevitably, was a good decision, but I digress.

I had just walked up to the quaint little place when I had spotted a familiar mop of blonde hair at one of the window seats. Peering inside from a distance, I realized that it was my boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo.

However, he wasn't alone.

He was with a girl that I had never seen before, but who looked to be around our age.

I assumed that she was just a friend or a relative at first, not wanting to jump to any conclusions, but that's when they started to inch closer to one another's face, leaning across the table.

Without even thinking twice, I whipped my phone out and took a few photos before switching to a recording, capturing their kiss on camera at just the right moment.

It hadn't even registered that I was crying until a passerby asked me if I was alright. I made up some stupid excuse about having allergies before I rushed away from the scene.

After making a totally necessary pit stop at a grocery store to grab some comfort items, I practically sprinted back to UA at the speed of light, hoping to not have any more confrontations with anyone I knew, or didn't.

As soon as I reached my dorm room, I entered and made sure to close the door without slamming it before leaping onto my bed and sliding under the covers. I had also double checked that I locked the door as well, so I wouldn't have any surprise visits in such a state as I was in.

I rewatched that video I took again and again and again, muffling my sobbing with my hoodie's sleeve. My stuffed teddy rested in my lap, but I ended up throwing it in the trash as if I was an NBA star since Bakugo was the one that got it for me.

The reminder of the little gift hurt too much for me to bear—though that recording definitely stung worse.

The pair had kissed, pulled away, opened their eyes, grinned at each other, and then kissed once more.

Eventually, I carelessly tossed my phone onto the floor before turning on the TV to watch some comedies. No matter what I put on, nothing cheered me up.

Even shoving a whole load of candy into my mouth and clutching onto some other random stuffed animal didn't help.

I always kept my pained agony quiet as not to draw any attention to myself, not wanting any of the girls to get suspicious.

For the remainder of that week, I managed to put up a facade around my friends and soon-to-be-ex boyfriend, convincingly pretending as if I was still my normal self.