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☆ - "If its meant to be it'll be.' - Series: Han Jisung x Fem reader
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(One-shot)
Summary: You and Katsuki have been together for a while, but now you're realizing you're putting in more effort into the relationship than he is. It bothers you so much you start to ignore him to hopefully get a confession out of him.
Word Count: 1,714
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You and Bakugou have been dating for over five months. He’s not your typical boyfriend who buys you flowers or chocolates, or says sappy things to you. He’s more of a “Let me see your new moves, or let me see if you can beat me!”, type of boyfriend. Nonetheless you wouldn’t want him any other way. But if you had to list a problem you would say that he lacks saying how he feels towards you.
He doesn’t shower you in compliments like, “You’re so beautiful/pretty, or Nice Outfit”. So to be honest you don’t really know what outfits to choose on dates because his expressions are either too angry or too cocky. But he’s still your boyfriend after all and he’s still with you so clearly he has to like you, so it doesn’t bother you as much. Recently though, you’ve been walking around school, or going to different stores and seeing couples who show affection or say sweet words, and especially say “I love you”.
You never questioned if Katsuki loved you, but now you do because he’s never said it once. He never really holds your hand, or does big proposals or scenes. You never questioned why either, and now seeing all this sappy stuff you were wondering why he didn’t do it for you. He had expectations when it came to you though, like he would make sure you didn’t get behind in classes or training. But that was typical Katsuki, and you felt like you were putting more effort into the relationship than he was.
You would go out and buy his favorite snacks, drinks, and manga if they had it in store. You would shower him with compliments, and he didn’t need them because his ego was far too big already. The sour feeling in your mouth gets bitter everytime you walk past a couple who were affectionate, and said their feelings out loud. You went home that night and got ready for bed. You tossed and turned and couldn’t go to sleep.
The thought of confronting Katsuki about this was definitely a strong option, but you knew he wouldn’t communicate it in the best way with you, or give a lame excuse. You decided to finally stop talking to him, and blankly ignore him until he got the hint. If he didn’t get the hint then I guess there was no point in trying. You finally got into your comfortable position and pulled the covers over you, and closed your eyes.
Once you woke up in the morning you got ready for school, and made sure your uniform was presentable before walking out the door with your bag slouched over your shoulder. Today you didn’t meet up with Katsukit to walk, and he noticed that. He texted your phone, “Hey Dumbass where are you?”. You opened the message and left him to read. That only made him more mad that you didn’t answer him along with walking with him.
You got to class and sat down. Katsuki finally came in and gave a fiery glare at you. He looked annoyed. You brushed it off and went back to talking to the rest of the girls. Katsuki couldn’t help but eavesdrop just in case it was about him. The girls did ask questions about why you weren’t with him, and talked to him. You just brushed them off, trying not to reveal why, because you wanted him to catch on.
The lunch bell rang, and Katsuki looked over into your direction. You didn’t come to his desk and walk with him to lunch, instead you walked with the girls to lunch. Brushing him off. He clenched his fist. His body felt tense, and he was about to explode. He had too much pride to go over there, and steal you away. He didn’t wanna seem like a lovesick puppy, but it was pissing him off. He went and sat with Kirishima, Denki, and Sero. The whole time he was watching you, and you felt his eyes burning into your back.
The remainder of classes had finally passed, and you were packing up for dismissal. Katsuki didn’t look at you this time, and his expression was cold. He had left the class before you. That wasn’t the reaction you wanted. His pride always got the better of him. You sighed. You had to be the one to confront him, instead of him going to you like always.
You quickly followed behind Katsuki. You ran to him, and grabbed his hand, tugging him so he could turn to face you. As he faced you, the cold expression never changed.
“What?”, He said coldly.
You were shocked and you asked, “Why are you being like this?”.
“Why AM I being like this!?, You're the ONE who's been IGNORING me!”, He snapped back.
You rolled your eyes back at him, “I ignored you because I'm sick of this Katsuki!”.
“Sick of what huh? You never complained before”, He replied back.
“I'm sick of this relationship. It feels like you're more of a friend, or even a situationship then my boyfriend. We aren’t affectionate, and you don’t compliment me or anything! Hell you haven’t even said I love you!”, You screamed at him.
Katsuki was appalled by your reaction. He’s never seen you like this before. Usually you were fine with your relationship.
He raised an eyebrow, “You’ve never been like this so what’s suddenly the problem?”.
“The problem is!...”, you stopped yourself before you could speak.
If he couldn’t get the hint, then why waste your time on him?.
“You know what nevermind. Bye.”, You brushed him off and your expression became cold.
He noticed. He noticed and watched you walk away from him. The lump in his throat formed. It got bigger each step you took, and that scared him more than he’d admit. His heart felt like needles were poking him. He never felt this before with anyone. He kept watching you walk away and the feeling got even worse. He felt sick, like he couldn't breathe, and felt his eyes get a little watery.
You never yelled at him or stood up to him like that. He liked that you could stand up for yourself, but you two not having a conversation or you not being near him and ignoring him hurt so much. He couldn’t help but realize you were right. He wasn’t being a typical “Boyfriend”.
“Y/N Wait!”, He called out your name and started walking towards you.
You turned around. You were shocked he’d reach out, he was usually too prideful.
“I’m sorry, okay? I get it, I'm not a typical boyfriend. I don’t show affection, and I don't say sappy words. But I do love you. In my own way. And I'm sorry if you felt like I didn't, but you mean everything to me. So let’s stop walking away from each other and let’s talk”, He pleaded.
Your eyes widened at his words, “You said you loved me…”.
“Yeah I did? Because I do?”, Katsuki sounded confused.
A soft small smile appeared on your face, and it was confusing Katsuki.
“That’s all i wanted, i just wanted you to be honest instead of being the “Tough” guy all the time, i'm your girlfriend for christ sakes”, You chuckled.
He raised an eyebrow, “Really that’s all you wanted? A stupid Confession? You should’ve just said that instead of ignoring me”.
“First of all it isn’t stupid, and Second of all, if i asked you to do it wouldn’t be truthful now would it?”, You said.
“I guess you're right this time. I’m sorry again okay? Now can you talk to me and stop ignoring me, and walk with me again?”,He asked.
“Yes Katsuki, let’s walk home”, You replied.
He smirked, and for once held your hand. You didn’t ask because you knew he’d take it back.
He spoke up after a few minutes of walking, “Don’t forget I love you Y/N”.
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Summary: Y/N L/N recently got dumped by her long-term ex-boyfriend. Her best friend is having her wedding and she gets an invite to her rehearsal dinner. Unbeknownst to her, she’s assigned the “plus one” role for the evening by the bride. Her friend chooses her ex’s best friend. Y/N and her ex’s best friend Katsuki Bakugo have met before. For the sake of her friend's wedding, she and him pretend they don’t know each other or each other's pasts. Over the course of the dinner, and the soon-to-be wedding they will build a bond and navigate through awkward and intense times. Causing lots of tension, witty banter, and unspoken words between the two.
Word Count: 987
Parts: Part1
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Today is the rehearsal dinner. It’s Saturday, 5:00 p.m., and the dinner starts at 6. Ochako ordered me this red satin dress. It features a figure-hugging silhouette that gracefully flows over my body, with a plunging neckline and delicate thin straps that bring a seductive allure. The smooth, lustrous fabric glistens with every movement, while the daring low back and mid-thigh hemline add to the dress.
Damn, I look sexy. I put my silver/gold earrings in, and grab my black purse. I'm wearing black heels, to match my black purse. The Uber is waiting outside my apartment. I went to meet with the driver. It’s a middle-aged woman who's driving me. I enter the car and smell the coffee in the cup holder.
While driving the woman tells me about her daughters. Her oldest daughter is in college, and is working to be a writer also. Ironically that's who I was also. The woman had her kids young also, and fell in love with her kids father but they didn’t last. I know how it feels to have someone you love leave them.
While on the topic of her losing her ex husband, i bring up my ex boyfriend. She listens to me, and gives me some advice. She tells me how upset she was when her husband at the time left, but unexpectedly, she met a better man who loved her and her kids. They’ve been together for years now.
“Honey, don’t be sad over that man anymore. Love never comes when you're searching, but unexpected. And when you get it, the feeling you feel is something you’ve never felt before”, The woman tells me. Her voice is gentle.
I take her advice. I can’t keep looking back on the past or try and force myself into looking for someone. I need it to happen naturally.
About 30 minutes pass. I thanked the lady as we arrived, and I gave her a 15 dollar tip. She thanks me and gives me a prayer before she drives off. I’m walking towards the rehearsal dinner.
I looked around and the rehearsal dinner was set in a breathtaking garden, with twinkling fairy lights draped over the trees and elegant floral arrangements in soft blush and ivory hues. The atmosphere felt romantic and dreamy. Guests mingled under the warm glow of chandeliers, savoring gourmet bites as soft music played in the background, making the evening feel both intimate and enchanting.
I scan around for Ochako, and once I see her I walk over towards her. She and Izuku are greeting the guests.
“Hey guys”, I waved to Ochako and Izuku.
“Y/N! You made it!”, Ochako jumps and pulls me into a hug.
“Yeah, of course I wouldn’t miss it”, I hugged her back.
“Good. So we’ve got around 100 or so people, and I want you to make a speech for me. You know, like talk about us in highschool, etc.”, She looks at me with excitement.
“You could’ve told me that earlier..”, I say.
“I know but I know you would’ve tried to get out of it. But you don’t need to be perfect at the rehearsal dinner, just the actual wedding dinner”, She smiles.
“Yeah..okay…”, I sigh.
More guests flow in, and i see people from UA. On ochako’s side i see Momo, Jirou, Mina, and Tsu. We were all a huge friend group, and they became hero’s and i didn’t go that route even though i wanted to. I feel so plain being a writer, like i wasted my hero potential. But whats really the point of risking my life for not even a good pay check or being in the top 20.
Nonetheless, I made small talk with the other girls. We talk and look back on memories, and they tell me about what it is to be a hero. They’re always pretty busy. I look over at Izuku’s side. Todoroki, Sero, Ilda, and Denki are here. Everyone talks amongst themselves.
I walk away from the girls to just look around and think to myself. I go to get myself a drink. A figure comes beside me to also get a drink. I glance over at them. It’s Bakugo. His spikey ash-blonde hair is tamed for once. And his suit is black and red. He looks nice.
Ochako runs up behind the both of us, “Hey. looks like you finally met your date!”.
I choke on the sparkling water, “What fake date? What are you talking about??”.
“Oh yeah i forgot to tell you, but i know your sad about your ex and all that so i got you a date! So you didn’t feel left out”, She smiles.
“Yeah yeah..thanks..”, I say calmly. A twitch in my smile.
“You guys look good together, so you know how to talk and stuff!”, Ochako claps and scurries away.
“Look, I don't wanna be your date and you don’t wanna be mine. Lets just fake this for them and their wedding”, I say annoyed.
“I Agree. I only agreed to do this because I'm Izuku's best man, and he told me to do it for his fiance's sake”, He takes a sip of his drink.
“Okay, well while were doing this, i want nothing to do with Kirishima. I know you guys are good friends but we’re done, so no talking about him. If he does come around i don’t wanna be around him”, I cross my arms.
“Yeah okay. I’ve got better things to do rather than talk about my friend to his annoying ex girlfriend”, He rolls his eyes.
“You're such an ass. This is why you are the number 2 hero!”, I yell.
“Mhm, number 2 is better than becoming a low-life writer”, He bites back.
“Ugh! Just stay away from me”, I start to walk off.
“I gladly will”, He responds back, going off in a different direction.
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Summary: Y/N L/N recently got dumped by her long-term ex-boyfriend. Her best friend is having her wedding and she gets an invite to her rehearsal dinner. Unbeknownst to her, she’s assigned the “plus one” role for the evening by the bride. Her friend chooses her ex’s best friend. Y/N and her ex’s best friend Katsuki Bakugo have met before. For the sake of her friend's wedding, she and him pretend they don’t know each other or each other's pasts. Over the course of the dinner, and the soon-to-be wedding they will build a bond and navigate through awkward and intense times. Causing lots of tension, witty banter, and unspoken words between the two.
Word Count: 630
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It's been a month since he left me. I'm navigating through life alone again. We dated for a year and 6 months, and he left me like it was nothing. I’m still working the same boring job, as an author. It’s not boring to me, but it takes a lot of effort and time, and the income isn’t the best. Out of that luck, I took up an extra job as a waitress in a coffee shop.
I like the coffee shop. I get discounts and when everyone leaves, I sit at a table, drink my coffee, and write. My ex used to be my muse in writing. I love the romance genre. Experiencing it in real life is even better. I used to put my feelings towards him into the sentiments of my romance books. But now they bring pain. Maybe I should scrap them. All I can write about is my sorrow.
I love to cry, though. I love sad books, movies, and romance. But it’s different when you're experiencing it. I make my last coffee order and clean up the shop before closing up and heading home. It’s summertime, and the sun is starting to set. The flowers are bright shades of yellows, pinks, and oranges. Bees and other insects come out.
I hate bees and flies. They just never go away. They’re like feelings you can never let go of. You can try and shoo them away, but they never go away. I walk down the streets and make my way to my one-bedroom apartment. It’s not the prettiest but it's what I can afford. That’s all that matters.
I checked my mail before I got into my apartment. I unlock the door set down my purse on the table, and heat up a microwaved dinner. While it's heating up I look at the mail I've received. Of course, some bills are in there, and stuff about debt. Same as always but then there's a white envelope with a waxed red heart stamp. It’s addressed to me.
I open the envelope carefully and open the letter inside. It’s an invitation to my best friend’s rehearsal dinner. A rehearsal dinner? That’s a little too fancy for me.
I open my phone to send her a text. “Hey Ochako, look I appreciate the letter, and I would love to come but I'm afraid I don’t have the money for fancy clothes or even a car to get there”, I sent the text message.
She shoots back a message, “Girl don’t even worry about it. I’ll order you a dress to get shipped in time for the dinner, and I'll get you an Uber. I want you to come to Y/N. I haven’t seen you since High School”.
I sigh at the message, “Okay thanks I'll go. And I've missed you too and I'm so happy you and Izuku are finally tying the knot. Also I don’t have a date because Kirishima broke up a month ago…”.
Ochako gasps at the message, “I’ve heard. And I'm sorry for that. But it was for the best, and you're a strong girl with or without a man”.
“Thanks Ochako. I’m doing fine now and I'm moving on so I'm not really upset anymore. Anyways back to the dinner. I’ll be there next week, on Saturday”, I text back.
“Great, see you then Y/N”, Ochako responds.
“See ya”, I add back.
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A bet.
💥As the days fly by, all my stuff has been moved into my new dorm room. My bed is in the corner of the room, my bedside table is next to it, and my desk is across my bed. Pictures of my family, and paintings are hanging up on the walls. My clothes are neat, and organized inside the dresser, where my tv is perched up on.
💥I decided to have a self-care night. I put on a sheet mask, and put my hair up in a messy bun. I have my comfy and cute pajamas on. They’re a cream white, with flared bottoms, and cute lace trim near the neck, cuffs, and at the bottom of the pants and shirt. I wear matching color fluffy slippers.
💥Class 1B’s dorm building is a few feet away from Class 1A. So I can look out my window and see who comes in and out of Class 1A’s building since my room is near the building and on the highest floor. I put a timer on my phone, till i can take off the mask. I decide to go out to my balcony and read a few pages of my book. It’ll take ten to fifteen minutes for my mask to be done, so i set up a comfy area and a glass of warm milk on the side.
💥 I sit down in my chair grab my book and start reading. It's a romance book. As much as i know life isn’t like the movies, i can’t help but wish for love like in books or fairytales. I flip about 7 pages into my book, and i look up from it to check the timer on my phone. I have about 7 minutes left. Then i see figures walking into Class! A dormitory. I stand up and walk over and lean over my balcony to see who it is. It’s Bakugo, The green-haired kid, and Allmight.
💥Both boys look seriously messed up, and Bakugo has his head down. He’s finally vulnerable. That surprises me because he’s such an ass. Honestly, a part of me is happy that he’s somewhat upset, but deep down i feel bad. Their injuries look bad. I sigh, and do a quick stretch before deciding to go check on them, more specifically him.
💥I ask myself in my head why am i even doing this? He’s an asshole. But he looks so hurt. I walk out of class 1B’s dorms, making sure nobody notices me. I walk over to class 1A’s dorms.
💥Before they could reach the doors, i suddenly asked, “Hey Bakugo, can i talk to you?”.
💥He raises his eyebrow. He becomes more annoyed. Which scares me but I still smile for him and wait for him. He silently walks towards me and then stares back at All Might and the boy he fought with. He gives them a cold glare, telling them to go away, and they notice and leave.
💥“What do you want idiot? Also what the hell is on your face?”, He looks at me disgusted as he crosses his arms.
💥“It's a sheet mask, anyways i saw the injuries you had on you and i wanted to help out..”, I say quietly.
💥He rolls his eyes at me, “I don’t need your pity or your help. I can handle my own, and your dumbass quirk ain’t gonna help nothing, how many times do i have to tell you that!?”.
💥I furrow my eyebrows and clench my hands into a fist, “I was trying to be nice to you! But you're such an asshole! You're all big talk on becoming the number one hero, but you won’t because of that fuckass attitude of yours!”.
💥He scowls, “And you think that your quirk is hero material? Newsflash it isn’t. My attitude doesn’t matter, a quirk does. You can keep being your little girly and innocent self, but that weak-ass quirk ain’t gonna cut it out”.
💥“I’ll prove you wrong. When i become a more top hero than you”, I challenge him.
💥He laughs,” Tch, challenging me? You're gonna lose with your weak quirk. But since you're so determined, let’s see”.
💥“Yeah, and when i beat you, you’re gonna wish you never said thaT”, i say with a cocky smile.
💥“Mhm yeah, keep dreaming dumbass. Now stop wasting my time, and also take that stupid mask off. It’s making you uglier than you already are”, He gives me a glare before turning around and heading back inside. I roll my eyes and start to walk back to my dormitory. I look back at him, and he looks at me. I give him a cocky grin, and he flips me off. And heads back in.
💥I walk back into my dormitory, and back into my room. Take off the mask, and plop onto my bed.
💥“I’m gonna win.”, i repeat to myself before shutting off the lights and going to bed.
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{One shot} Bakugo Katsuki X Female Reader
Summary: You guys share a now four-year-old daughter named Katsumi. You and Katsuki have been divorced for two years, and you usually see each other when it involves your daughter. You guys usually fight often, and that's what also led you guys to divorce. Now, today is your daughter's fourth birthday party. Would this be any different from all the other events?
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Today was Katsumi's fourth birthday. I dressed her in a pretty, sparkly pink princess dress. I tied her spikey blonde hair into two cute pigtails, with two sparkly pink bows keeping them in place. Katsumi had the same appearance as Katsuki, but her attitude was just like mine. I woke up early and set everything up for her. Her birthday theme was Candy-land. God, that girl loves sugar.
I rented a private park for her birthday party. So she could play with her friends and enjoy herself. She was too young for an arcade, but next year i’ll take her. I had set up all the balloons. They were shaped into candies, and the letter balloons spelled her name. I had set three long tables together and put a pink, blue, and purple cloth on all three tables on top to add a covering. Soon the tables were filled with sweets and delicious food. I had made goodie bags the night before stuffing them with candy, slime,bracelets, and anything a little kid would love I set all the goodie bags on display for her friends to come to enjoy.
Soon all the friends Katsumi had invited and their parents had came to. They had placed gifts in the gift piles, and Katsumi ran with the other kids to play around. Katsuki still hasn’t showed up and it’s been 20 minutes since the party started. I was talking to Kirishima, Mina, and Denki, as we sat down at the food table watching our kids from afar.
“Is Bakugo coming?”, Kirishima asked.
I perked up at his words,’ I hope so. Katsumi will be very upset if he doesn’t, but yet again he’s always late to important days like this”, I said in an annoyed tone.
Mina chimmed in and rubbed my arm, “He’s the number one hero now… so I don’t think he misses or comes late on purpose”.
“Yeah I get that, but he's a father now. He can’t do this at every event..”, I looked at all of them and my anger brushed off slightly.
All three of them could feel the tension in the air, and decided to drop the topic of Katsuki for now. As I was just starting to calm down, there was a car that pulled up. And speaking of the devil it’s none other than Katsuki himself. He steps out wearing his finest attire and coming towards us. I looked at them and then at the others and sighed. I walk over to Katsumi, who’s playing with her friends.
“Katsumi Honey! Daddy is here!”, I yell for katsumi.
I had the fact that I was angry at him for her and gave her a smile. She looks back at me and gets off the swings and starts running to Katsuki who is now with Kirishima and the other’s. Katsuki hears her little feet running towards him and he smiles. When she reaches him, he bends down and picks her up.
“Happy birthday homey, sorry i’m late, did you save me some of momma’s yummy cupcakes she made?”, Katsuki smiles at Katsumi.
Katsumi nods and cuddles into his arms, “Of course Daddy!”.
I stare at them as I make my way back over. Katsuki is lucky she's young, or else she would retaliate against him. Katsuki and Katsumi make their way over to the table, and they both start devouring cupcakes. They’re both messy eaters, and I can't help but giggle. Kirishima, Mina, and Denki start looking at me and smirking.
Katsuki lets Katsumi go play, as he walks over to us. He can tell something is in the air as he looks at me.
“What's wrong?”, Katsuki asks.
“Katsuki, you show up late or miss every single important event of her life!. Thats whats wrong”, I give him a glare crossing my arms at him.
Katsuki’s face relaxes and he lets out a deep breath, “Relax, I’m sorry, i had to take out some villains at the last minute. I can’t just walk away from that. I could loose my title.”
I balled my hands into fist and my face started to twitch.
“You care more about some dumb hero title more than your daughter!? Is that it Katsuki huh!?”, I yelled.
Katsuki’s face changes and he gives me a stern look and crosses his arms.
“No! I love our daughter, you’re always trying to paint me as a bad person. I am an amazing father, but I am also the number one hero. Something you would never understand YN. You are like a leech. I do everything for our daughter and give everything to you for her!, and all you do is nag me!”, Katsuki yells back and gets closer to me.
Katsumi and everyone start looking. She starts to run over to us. Mine and his body language change when she comes over. The party guests fell silent when Katsumi came over and tugged on her father's pants.
“Daddy, stop yelling at momma…”, Katsumi said quietly, her eyes filling with tears.
Katsuki. Your heart sank at your daughter's words. Katsuki took a deep breath and calmed down for their daughter.
“I’m sorry baby, I got upset and shouldn’t have yelled, can you forgive Daddy?” Katsuki gave her a reassuring smile and picked her up while running his hands through her spiky blonde hair.
Katsumi gave him a warm smile back and hugged his neck tightly, “Of course, I can… just stop being mad at momma.”
He rubbed her back softly, “I won’t be honey. Come on, let’s go have some ice cream.”
Katsumi’s smile beamed and she nodded her head quickly. Katsuki set her down and she ran over to the table near the ice cream station.
Katsuki looked over at you and sighed, “Look, lets just pretend none of this happened and get along, for her birthday.”
I nodded and respected what he said. It was our daughter’s birthday, we shouldn’t ruin it for her. The guests finally started to talk amongst themselves again. Mina was cheering me up, and calm down from the former argument. As the party resumed, they spent the next while helping their daughter open her presents. Katsuki gave her a little kiss on the cheek as she blew out her birthday candles and got the first slice of cake.
After a while he would get approached by multiple moms who would introduce themselves. A few were bluntly flirting with him, and he would laugh and flirt back. His cocky self loved the praise the women would give him, especially for being the number one hero.
I glared over to him and the moms surrounding them. Flirting at my daughter’s birthday party, with my ex-husband? I was not gonna have that. I walked over to the group, and they all went silent including Katsuki. The annoyed expression on my face filled up the tension around the mom and they slowly one by one walked away. Katsuki was looking a bit annoyed himself.
“What is your deal today?”, He pulled her arm and led her away from the party.
“Nothing, I just don’t wanna see flirting or anything like that at OUR daughter’s birthday party”, I crossed my arms.
“Oh please, you only interfered because you got jealous” " he scoffed.
“I am not jealous”, She looked away from him.
“You are and you can’t even look me in the face and say it. Y’know one day we’re gonna have to actually talk instead of arguing, and talk about our relationship or we will keep fighting and eventually ruin both our relationship with our daughter. Do you want that?”, His voice was stern and expression was serious.
“No, I don’t”, I sighed and crossed my arms.
“Good. Look I hate being late and missing stuff, but I'm doing this for you and our daughter. Hell if I'm going to be honest you're the reason why i'm number one. I still love you, even though our marriage was rocky, I only wanted to better myself after our divorce. And i did it for you. You know that to. You know i still love you, and yet you're to stubborn to cave in and let your guard down and say “Katsuki, im still in love wit you”, because i know you still are..”, He paused, and his gaze was soft.
“It’s never been about the attraction or the sex, i’ve always, always loved you. So much. So why can’t you finally admit you love me still huh?”, He sounded frustrated but his voice held a hint of sadness.
“Because.. I don’t want a fucked up marriage again. I don’t wanna fight every day like we used to..”, My voice was vulnerable.
“Everyone fights. We fight because we’re both stubborn. I know i can be stupid sometimes, and i’ve made mistakes, and i will keep making mistakes because that's what people do. But that doesn’t change what i feel for you. Whenever you make a mistake or get upset, and we fight, that never stopped me from loving you.”, Katsuki cups my face and rubs his thumb across it.
“You know deep down, that you feel the same way. You want me to hold you, kiss you, and comfort you, and love you. But your to stubborn to admit it. I’m stubborn just as much but i can admit that i love you.”, Katuski looks lovingly into my eyes.
“I do love you. I thought a divorce was best because we just kept fighting and it was becoming so much and i didn’t want our daughter to go through that…”, I look up at him.
“I know, i know. We were just stressed and made a dumb mistake. But we both love each other and our daughter. We’re in this together so we have to make this work no matter what. Now stop being stubborn and let’s take things slow and get back together”, Katsuki tucks a loose hair behind my ear.
“Okay, let’s give it a go. No more hurting each other. Lets communicate, and work this time”, I smile softly at him.
“Okay. I love you…”, Katsuki says, as he leans in and gives me a sweet passionate slow kiss.
I can feel his love through the slow kiss. The kiss i’ve been yearning for since he left. The distant feeling felt familiar once again. His touch burned into my memory. I love him, and he loves me. He breaks the kiss, and looks down at me. The softest look he’s given me in a while.
I break the silence, and look up at him. “I love you to, Katsuki".
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Defying the Doubts
💥Since this exercise was done we all walked back to the locker rooms. We changed out of our sweaty clothes and took a shower afterward. I kept thinking about the hot-headed blonde’s words. It's funny how he has a lot to say about me, even though I don’t even know his name. Once we’re all done the class meets up once again to go back to classroom 1B. The teacher goes over how starting from tomorrow we will be placed in dorms.
💥I’ve seen the dorm building before, it's huge. It was built after mass destruction left by former battles between heroes and villains. The building is right next to class 1-A’s building. I have a lot to pack when I get home. I look over at Kendo and Shio, and they look back at me. Maybe they know something about the blonde boy who insulted me. I walk over to them and wave slightly.
💥“Do you guys happen to know anything about that blonde explosion boy from class 1-A?” I ask.
💥They both stare at me and blink a couple of times before nodding.
💥Kendo is the first to speak up, “Yeah his name is Katsuki Bakugo. He scored highly on the entrance exam. Probably one of the best students in that class.”
💥Shio chimes in after, “Yeah his quirk is very destructive and flashy. Why do you wanna know about him? Do you like him?”.
💥A slight smirk lies on Shio’s face. My face turns into a disgusted impression. Him out of all people? No, never.
💥“What no! Completely the opposite. He insulted me today and told me I wouldn’t make it as a hero with my type of quirk. He’s such an ass!”, I yell out.
💥They laugh at my aggressiveness but nod and agree with my comment about him being an asshole.
💥“You're completely right. He’s not the best communicator from what every one has seen. Don’t take his comment to heart, it isn’t true. Your quirk is very capable and you can bring people back to life! That is more than useful” " she assured.
💥I nod and smile at her kind words, “You're right, thanks.”
💥She nods and gives me the “you're welcome” look.
💥The final bell rings and classes are now over. I am one of the last people out the door, as I'm still trying to shove my books into my bag. I start walking out the front until I notice someone familiar standing at the entrance on their phone. Its Bakugo. I groan as I get closer to the entrance.
💥“Doesn’t he know how to pull his pants up!”, I mumbled underneath my breath.
Bakugo must have heard me as he looked over his shoulder and looked at me.
💥“You said what now, Extra?”, He questions.
💥His face is cold and his red eyes are piercing into my soul.
💥“Nothing, mind your business”, I shrug him off.
💥He rolls his eyes and his expression is serious and aggressive.
💥“You said I need to pull my pants up. If you care so much why don’t you say it to my face”, He demanded.
💥I rolled my eyes at him and his cold demeanor, “Okay. Pull your pants up.”
💥He smirks and leans in closer to me, “Okay, you're confident. But don’t get too cocky, you're not gonna make it in this course. Someone like you with a quirk like that isn’t gonna get anywhere. Should’ve applied to nursing school, you’d fit in there. But here? You don’t fit in. Maybe trade your soul or whatever your power does with someone else to get a better power.”
💥My eyes widen at his words. He smirks at me again and that tells me he means it. I feel a wave of anger come over me. Tears that I will keep hidden until he walks away. Then he starts walking away from me. I stand there and clutch my bag in my hand.
💥“You asshole!”, I scream at him.
💥He can hear me but decides to ignore me, and it pisses me off even more. When he’s out of my sight, the tears stream down my face. Damnit. I can’t let him get to me but it does, and it hurts. They keep rolling down my face until I get home. I stand in front of the door wipe my face with my uniform sleeve, and put on a smile. I walk in and greet everyone before heading upstairs to my room. The dinner that’s being made downstairs fills the air. It's delicious. I went into my closet and pulled out my suitcase. I pack all my outfits and spare uniforms.
💥My jewelry, perfumes, and my makeup. I sit on my vanity. There's a younger picture of me framed and set on top of my vanity. I stare at it and smile. That’s my motive. She’s my motive. I'm my motive. To not give up, and become a great hero. Suddenly, all the things Bakugo said to me didn't matter.
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Note: If you guys want me to continue this let me know, its almost been scraped!
James POV:
I had left her house. The overwhelming feeling of uncertainty about what could manifest from that meeting haunts him. He doesn’t deserve her, and he knows she’ll go back in a heartbeat. My love for her wants to tell her to stop and turn back around, but I don't because she needs to make her own decisions. But I'll be here when he says something dumb, which he probably will. She’ll overthink what he's told, and it will send her into a spiral. I’ll be here to hold her and keep her heart full, from the one who’s broken it.
Y/N POV:
As I'm driving to meet up with Han I feel a pit of nervousness. I keep thinking about James' words. He’s right. I do deserve better. But the thought of Han, his warm skin, eyes, and his round face roamed my thoughts. At the perfect moment, the song that he dedicated to her appeared on the radio. “Love Song”, by 311 was playing. In the lyrics, there’s a specific part that he wanted her to feel whenever he was far away on tour and she did. “However far away, I will always love you”, the lyric she had held onto for him. I wished he meant the last part. If he “always loved me”, why would he have done that to me? That's the part that gets me. The pain of nostalgia plays in my head. The moments we shared. The dates, the moments I would come and visit him at his concerts, and the nights we lay next to each other in bed. I loved those nights. His warm body against mine. His allonging scent that I loved so much. His muscular arms wrapped around my body, and held me wherever I needed them to. The soft and rough kisses he would give me were filled with desire. They always fired up the butterflies in my stomach that lay deep down. That smile would appear while he was sleeping. It always made me wonder if he was dreaming of me. A faint smile appears on my face. I won’t deny I dislike him. I can’t hate him. I can’t hate his honey skin, boba eyes, pearly white teeth, his round face, and his perfect pouty lips. What I hate is that I can’t hate him.
“This better all not be for nothing..”, I say to myself as I'm closer to reaching his destination.
Han's POV:
I'm waiting in the cold. Winter has finally come. This is her favorite season, and that's why I love and hate it. She loves to wear her grandma's sweaters, her hot coco with extra marshmallows, and her smiley face when making snowmen with bent twigs for arms. I smile when thinking about that. I loved that stupid smile of hers. My puffy coat traps the warmth of my body inside. That same warmth is the one that kept her cold during the harsh winter nights. She’d cuddle up against my chest. I would feel her hair tickle my neck, and her small snores she let out. I wasn’t fond of her snoring, but I dealt with it. The warm smile she would make while she was sleeping. That same smile I would compliment every day. Her pouty lips would tempt me every time I was at my concerts. Her lips felt warm against mine and always had me coming back for more. She knew how to get me. I’d hate to admit it but she does deserve better than me. I’m such a fool. I choose physical love over real love. I hate myself for that every day. I know I hurt her, and at the time I didn’t care. It was about what I wanted, not her. I hate that I left her like that. Alone. She always loved being alone, but I know she didn’t after what I did. I hope she’s taken care of herself more. I breathe in and out the cold air, and kick the snow that's under my shoes. I see a familiar car start to pull up. There she is. She’s walking towards me. I try to hide my nervousness and be nonchalant. She’s still beautiful. She’s wearing her grandma's sweater under a big puffy jacket she has on. She always gets cold easily, so I bet she got a hot cocoa before she came here. Once she reaches me, she looks around where we’re at.
“Why are we at a park?” She asks.
“Thought we could go for a little walk. Come on.”, I say as I lead her down a path.
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Love song by 311, is one of my favorites! its worth a listen!.
will you be updating your han fic?
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A spark in the flames.
💥 As the day progressed, we were called onto the training grounds. The area was filled with various obstacles, mock villains, and battle dummies designed to push us to our limits. Class 1-A was also there along the battlegrounds. Our instructor explained to all of us that we would get a chance to showcase our potential. We’re divided into teams to tackle different scenarios that test combat, strategy, and teamwork.
💥 I wasn’t assigned to the combat section. My part was to watch and observe everyone and provide support if needed. That’ll give me extra points to bond with everyone..hopefully. I was paired with Kendo and Shio on a team. This will require me to evaluate and heal any injuries they might get during training. While I was working with them I got a sense of their personalities and quirks. Kendo is enthusiastic and determined but brings motivation to everyone. Her quirk is cool, and it's big on combat. I like the martial art moves she can do, maybe later I'll ask her to train me. Shi, on the other hand, is thoughtful and strategic in guiding her quirk Vine. Her hair is made up of vines. They are spikey can capture someone, and are pretty tough to get out of. That's a good quirk to have within combat and catching villains especially.
💥 I watched as they used their quirks. I was also spotting in class 1-A. Their quirks were so cool. A boy could harden his body, it sort of reminded me of TetsuTetsu, Maybe their cousins? A girl with pink skin had an acidic quirk. I watched as her quirk melted the dummies down. Lastly, the one I watched was a boy with an explosion quirk. It's hard to miss his quirk since it's so loud.
💥 It's impressive how many dummies he's knocked down in a second. I focused my attention back on Kendo and Shio. Once training was done, the explosion boy was walking behind me as he muttered something, clearly looking pissed off. As I was waiting for Kendo and Shio to get done, curiosity struck me as I looked at the boy, he looked pretty beat up. Before I knew it was following quietly behind him. He sat down by a nearby bench, and I stood in front of him.
💥 He gives me a death glare.
“What do you want?”He grumbles not in the mood to converse. I take a deep breath and try to remain composed.
💥 “I saw you fighting, and your injuries looked pretty bad, so I'm here to help if you want it,” I said with a slight smile at him.
He glares at me but doesn’t refuse as he takes off his gauntlets. He lets me inspect his arms and hands. As I'm working on him, I can feel the tension in the air. There's an awkward silence as I work on him, but we manage to make some small talk.
💥 “Look, I know you think my quirk isn’t suited for combat,” I say, trying to keep the conversation light, “but it’s not just about fighting. Sometimes, being able to heal and save lives is just as important.”
💥 Bakugo’s eyes are narrow as he processes your words. “You think you can just come in here and change things? This is hero training. You better not get in our way.”
💥I meet his gaze firmly. “I’m here to support and help, not to be a burden. I believe we all have our roles to play, even if they’re not always obvious.”
💥 “Look, I don't know who gave you the idea that a MEDICAL quirk can come in and be a pro hero and defeat villains, but you're not going to make it here, or out there. Should’ve gone to a regular boring high school, for I wanna be a hero like you.” He yells.
💥What an asshole. I ignore his words as I keep working on him. Once I'm done he pulls away roughly and doesn’t even give me a thank you as he picks up his gauntlets and heads over to his class. I glare at him slightly.
💥 “What an asshole!”, I repeat to myself.
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U.A, a new beginning.
💥 The first day at U.A. is bustling with energy and excitement. Students rush to their classes, form new friendships, and experience the thrill of being at one of the most prestigious hero schools in Japan. As I walked through the corridors, I felt a feeling of anxiousness and determination.
💥 My homeroom class was class 1-B. The differences between !-A and 1-B are that 1-A focuses more on combat and the students have the most “Glorious” quirks, they get more hero practice than Class 1-B. In class 1-B, it focuses on combat and strategic skills, with a strong emphasis on teamwork and support roles. We aren’t out there as much because we have to do more training than them, but we're almost on the same level.
💥 Class 1-B is good for me, as is my ability to heal and analyze injuries/ the injured. It makes me a good candidate for a class that balances hero and support roles. This is perfect for me!
First impressions:
💥 As I walked in I was looking at a classroom packed full of students. I noticed there were 20 people, including myself. They all made eyes on me. I felt a pit of anxiety in my stomach forming. So many eyes on me. This blondie with blue eyes stared at me for a while, his eyes were piercing me. Jesus, can he look away? He suddenly spoke, “So what's your name?”. I gave him a few blinks as everyone went silent and was waiting for me to say something. “Y/N L/N,” I said. He smirked at me, “So what's your quirk, Y/N?”. “My quirk? It's a medical type of quirk called Life-Link, where I can bring back the dead and or heal the injured, by putting my life force into them.” I proclaimed. I fiddled with my hair looking at everyone's faces, after I explained my quirk.
💥 “HA! HA! HA!, How the hell did YOU get in with a quirk like that? You've got nothing for Combat! You're just a silly saint who comes and saves people. You and the recovery girl would be best friends! HA!” He laughed at me. Suddenly a girl with orange hair slapped the back of his head hard. “I'm so sorry, Y/N. He's just an asshole sometimes, I think you're an amazing addition to this class along with your quirk! Welcome to class 1-B, My name's Kendo!” She smiled widely and waved at me. “Thank you…” I exhaled a big breath. Maybe class 1-A is nicer than this class, because what class did I just get myself into? The sweat on my forehead started disappearing as suddenly a girl with hair for vines came up to me.
💥 “Your quirk is so unique and endearing! You're a double hero, you can save people and bring them back to life, and when you learn combat, you can fight crime also! That's amazing!” She exclaimed to me. Her praising me encouraged me on the inside, maybe I really shouldn’t care what that blondie said. A wide smile appeared on my face, and my heart fluttered. “Really? Thank you!” I replied. “No Problem, my name's Shiozaki!, but you can call me Shio” She smiled at me, grabbing my hands. “Okay, Shio!”I squeezed her hands gently. I made a friend finally, and there might be more to come. Maybe this first day of class isn’t so bad after all.
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Awakening of the Quirk: A Hero's Journey Begins.
Waking up that morning was dreadful and hopeful. How could you feel both emotions at the same time? Don’t know, but I was. I put on the ironed uniform. I didn’t know how to tie, so I asked my mom if she could help me. Luckily she didn’t leave for work so she had time to help me. The world is a crazy place. Parents who have quirks can have kids who don’t have quirks. Some parents don’t have quirks, but they have kids who do have them. That's my case. I never knew where I got my quirk from, it was a shock to my parents when I manifested it at just 4 years old. An incident happened that day. We were walking on the streets after shopping and a massive villain came out and started attacking civilians. Hero’s jumped in, so many at the time. Even all might himself. I like all might. The symbol of peace. I wish it was always like that. My parents and I hid because what could we have done besides getting killed? I watched since it was my first time seeing heroes and villains up close. Instead, I put my father's life in danger. Since the villain could see me peeking out from the corner, which I hadn’t noticed, she dashed towards us, and using her poisonous quirk, vines with thorns and poison ivy on them, circled my dad. I can’t lie when I say that was the first time I was scared or intimidated. Me and my mother ran. Tears seeped down my and her face. Come on heroes. I kept relapsing the same thought in my head. The heroes will save my dad, it's gonna be alright. Those thoughts lead to my tears and breath being controlled. I watched as police and ambulances came towards the injured. Did that mean the fight was over?, yeah it was, Thank god. Me and my mother rushed over to my dad's body which was lying on the ground. I got on my knees put my hands on my dad's chest and lay my forehead too. My tears seeped through his shirt. He wasn’t alive. Then I felt this tingling throughout my body like it was being evaporated out of mine and into someone else. My hands were glowing like green, and the aura my dad's body had was the same color. I looked up and was scared. WHAT'S GOING ON WITH ME?. My dad was soon then breathing. The tingling stopped. The feeling of my body being evaporated stopped. I latched off of him scared, and my eyes widened. Was I dead? Was I seeing a ghost? Maybe. He sits up and looks over at me. “Sweetheart.. You saved my life..”. I guess I did. The ambulances and other pro heroes around us, saw it as it happened. Impressed with my quirk of bringing the dead or injured back to life and healthy. After that day, I got a bunch of letters from medical agencies or top-notch hospitals or medical facilities who desperately wanted me. That made me feel good about myself and my quirk. I got praised, for being a “life saver”, just like a hero would. I was a hero. And the beginnings of being a hero, are about to start as right now I am walking into the U.A. entrance. Here we go.
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Doubts and Fears.
💥I got my uniform in the mail a few weeks after the acceptance letter came in the mail. I went upstairs to my room and went to try it on. It was loose fitting, which was great. I like loose-fitting clothes. I took it off after trying it on and set it aside for me to iron tonight since the first day is tomorrow, so that way I would look clean and professional. When I remember the entrance exam, I scream at myself internally out of embarrassment. Life-Link, my quirk was not enough to defeat those damn robots. But I took it upon myself to at least try. I was watching the others as it happened, a boy with weird green hair managed to punch the hell out of the robots and saved all of us when they spun out of control. I don’t know his name, but I'm sure he got into a top class, for hero training. As a person with a medical type of quirk, I analyze people's injuries even if they don’t want me to. So when I saw his purple-ish pink-ish reddish arms after the green-haired boy punched it, I took note of that but I was too scared to ask if he wanted me to help with his bruising/injuries. Since the U.A. is a hero school, I hope I can come in handy.
💥 My quirk might focus on deaths or near deaths, I know more than the average person or maybe even a professional doctor if I needed to save anyone. All this stressing over the U.A. and the entrance exam was making me tired. I took a hot steamy shower to cool off. I kept my promise to myself to iron the uniform before bed and so I did. Feeling the hot-pressed clothing afterward felt heavenly. I had no fears or anxiety now. I turned off the lights in my room and set the temperature to 60 degrees. I like it to be cold. I got into my bed and drifted off into sleep, with my doubts deep inside my mind, but they never vanished.
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Katsuki Bakugo x Fem medical quirk Reader
Some insight of the upcoming story.
Being born into a society in which 80% of people are bound to have quirks, everyone of course wants to stand out with a flashy, heroic, and unique quirk. In my case, I didn't have something “flashy” or “unique”, unlike the other kids, but I guess you could say it was pretty heroic. Being able to save and protect people is a hero’s job. My quirk can do that, but I'm not useful in combat or fighting villains, unfortunately. I’d dreamt about being a hero. Although it isn't impossible, I don't believe I'm capable. My quirk is a medical/healing quirk. It's called “Life Link’. To describe it, it's when an individual can transfer their own vitality or life force to others. This can manifest anytime, anywhere. In middle school, it was rough seeing how everyone had a “flashy” quirk, one that could be used during combat. I'm forever grateful for the power I was given because it did help me if I was sick or wounded. It kept me healthy. I’d also use it on others around me. I'm usually called a “saint” or “An angel” because I save those who need to be. Everyone could be good at combat if they try hard enough, but not just combat goes into being a “Pro Hero”, unfortunately. When I was deciding whether or not going to a regular high school was good for me or taking my chances with U.A., the exclusive high school, for people who wanted to be future heroes. I decided even though I may not be in any of the “hero” classes, U.A. would be my ticket into being something that people could admire. I wrote my request to the U.A. the next morning. When the acceptance letter finally came, I was flushed full of emotions. I was happy, shocked, and worried at the same time just because I didn't think I was good enough or capable. Rewatching the same hologram of All Might, the number one hero at the time, telling me I got in was the moment it set in. I'm going to the U.A.
Unexpected Turns
As Y/N and James finished up the dishes, the apartment felt lighter, not just because of the clean surroundings but because of the newfound ease between them. Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for James' presence, his unwavering support a stark contrast to the turmoil of her recent breakup with Han Jisung.
"Thanks again, James. I really appreciate you being here," Y/N said, drying her hands on a towel as she turned to face him.
James smiled warmly, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "Hey, what are friends for, right? Besides, it's been a while since we've hung out like this. Feels like old times."
Y/N nodded, a bittersweet pang hitting her as memories of her friendship with Han flooded her mind. "Yeah, old times…"
James noticed the change in her demeanor, stepping closer to her. "Hey, you okay?"
Y/N sighed softly, meeting his concerned gaze. "Yeah, I'm okay. It's just… I miss what we had, you know? Me and Han, we were best friends for so long before we started dating. Now… I don't even know where we stand."
James nodded understandingly, his heart aching for her. "It's tough when things change like that. But maybe this is a chance for something better. You deserve someone who sees how amazing you are, Y/N."
Y/N smiled faintly, touched by his words. "Thank you, James. You always know what to say."
James chuckled softly, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to tell you…"
Before he could continue, Y/N's phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, interrupting the moment. She glanced at the screen and froze, her breath catching in her throat. It was a text from Han.
"He… he wants to talk," Y/N murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
James felt a pang in his chest, his heart sinking despite his efforts to stay composed. "Oh… I see."
Y/N looked torn, uncertainty clouding her features as she met James' gaze. "What do you think I should do?"
James took a deep breath, masking his own feelings with a reassuring smile. "You should talk to him, Y/N. Clear the air, see where things stand. You deserve closure."
Y/N nodded slowly, gratitude and conflict warring in her eyes. "You're right. I should."
James nodded, his smile faltering slightly as he tried to push aside the ache in his heart. "I'll leave you to it then. Call me if you need anything, okay?"
"Okay," Y/N replied softly, watching as James gathered his things and headed towards the door.
As James stepped into the hallway, he paused, turning back to look at Y/N one last time. She stood in the doorway of her apartment, phone in hand and uncertainty etched on her face. For a brief moment, their eyes locked, and James offered her a reassuring nod before stepping out into the hallway.
Alone once more, Y/N took a deep breath, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. She knew she needed to talk to Han, but her thoughts kept drifting back to James and the unspoken words that hung between them.
Outside, James leaned against the hallway wall, his heart heavy but hopeful. He couldn't help but wonder if this moment, despite its complications, was the beginning of something new for them.
Summary: You and Han have been dating for 3 months but have been best friends for a long time and one day while you’re getting ready you get an unexpected text from him.
(Sorry for not writing, school came in the way but today was my last day so story will continue!!!!)
Unexpected Encounters.
As Y/N sat alone in her apartment, drowning her sorrows in snacks and a new rom-com, she couldn't help but lose herself in the fantasy of being the main lead girl, with Han as her love interest. But as the movie reached its pivotal kissing scene, a sudden knock at her door shattered her daydream.
Startled, she glanced around at her messy surroundings and herself, muttering a curse under her breath. With a quick scramble, she tidied up as best as she could, not wanting to look unkempt, especially if it was Jisung at her door. She changed out of her robe and attempted to tame her frizzy hair before hurrying downstairs to answer the door, hoping against hope that it was him.
"Y/N!" James' voice called out, breaking through her thoughts as he enveloped her in a warm hug.
"James!? What are you doing here?" Y/N asked, confusion evident in her voice as she hesitated before returning the embrace.
"I came to check on you after your breakup… I'm sorry that happened, I know how much you loved him," James replied, sincerity shining in his eyes as he released her slowly, his gaze never leaving hers.
"Thank you, that's so sweet of you. Do you want to come in?" Y/N offered, taking the iced coffee and donut from his hands with a forced smile.
"Sure, why not," James responded softly, his gaze still locked on hers as he followed her inside.
As James surveyed the state of her apartment, his heart sank at the sight of the dirty dishes and overflowing trash can. He knew this breakup was taking a toll on her, and he couldn't stand to see her like this.
"Y/N, if you needed help during this, you could've called me or something. This state you're living in isn't good. I know this is destroying you. Here, I'm gonna start working on your dishes," James said, determination lacing his voice as he headed towards the sink.
"James… You don't have to," Y/N protested, a slight frown forming on her face at his words.
"Y/N, I want to. You're my best friend, I can't leave you like this. Now, if you want to make it better for me, you could join me? Play your favorite music, anything while we clean," James suggested with a chuckle, remembering how much she loved to sing and dance.
"You know, that's not a bad idea! Sure, let's do this!" Y/N agreed, turning on her playlist as she joined him at the sink.
As they tackled the dishes together, the mood lightened, filled with laughter and shared memories. James couldn't help but smile as he watched Y/N, her hair covered in soap bubbles and her puffy face looking adorable to him. In that moment, he realized that she was more than just a best friend to him; she was someone he cared deeply about.
James heart was pounding. Everything was going great. The news he had heard from Jisung that they broke up, was the cherry on his cake. He was no longer in the picture for her. Now it was just her and James like it always used to be. He felt something bloom inside him.
Maybe, just maybe, this moment was gonna be a start of something new...
""Am i that stupid?"
Summary: You and Han have been dating for 3 months but have been best friends for a long time and one day while you’re getting ready you get an unexpected text from him.
Warnings: Swearing (Bad Language)
She closed the front door behind her and she broke down behind the door. It didn't matter what had happened she still loves him, deeply to.
"How can you waste a friendship! and a whole 3 months!" - She cried out.
Her tears started to make marks on her face. Her face was all puffy and when she stopped crying she stared blankly catching her breath.
"Am i that stupid? Hes an idol, he wouldn't care about me anyways, and that just proved it. Im such a stupid idiot!" - She covered her face and lead her hands towards her hair grabbing it tightly. She breathed in and out slowly and got back into a calm state. God this was gonna be a hard week.
Hans POV:
While driving back to the hotel, he noticed that her song was playing. The one she would play non-stop in the car while they drove to the mall, movies, or any date they went on. Hate to say it, the memories it brought back made him smile. When he came into realization he turned if off quickly. He shouldn't be thinking about it. He broke up with her, so he didn't wanna be reminded, but they had amazing times.
When he was almost close to the hotel he stopped over by the coffee shop him and Y/N had morning dates on. He went up to the cashier to order an Americano.
"Hey Han! Where's Y/N? Is she sick again!?" - James asked. He was their friend who worked there every time they came to the coffee shop.
"Oh.. um, well me and her aren't together anymore,," - Han looked down.
"WHAT! WHY!? yall were so perfect...' - James tone sadden.
"Lets just say far to many arguments and disagreements and i broke up with her cause i can't be with someone who i can't stand nor do i love anymore." - Han explained.
"Oh.. How's she taken it?" - James asked worried about her.
"She's been very snappy and not herself.." - Han looked down, as he knew he caused it.
"I figured i'll visit her today after work." James said.
"Yeah you should she could really use it. Also she wants nothing to do with me so watch after her? I know she can do stupid things i don't want her to get hurt over this..' - Han looked at him seriously.
"Yeah of course i can, she's my bestfriend, also here's your Americano." - James handed Han the drink.
"Okay thanks i appreciate it." - Han thanked him and went on his way back to his car and drove away.
"God damnit Y/N, you always seem to pop up all the time huh?" - Han repeated to himself while he drove.