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Hey, I'm Xiel (or whatever you wanna call me). I write stuff—mostly BNHA and JJK, maybe One Piece or whatever else comes to my mind. I post at random times.
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Midoriya is patient.
He doesn’t push. Doesn’t rush. He only ever makes sure that you are comfortable.
He’s been doing that since the beginning. Since the first time he found you alone in the class, your eyes swollen from crying, forcing a smile. He never asked what happened. Never forced you to explain. He just… sat beside you, asked if you were okay.
And now, months later, when his feelings for you have deepened into something real, something undeniable, he still waits.
“I don’t want to pressure you,” he tells you one day. It’s quiet, the sun setting in the distance, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. “But I also don’t want to pretend I don’t feel this way.” His hands curl into fists at his sides, then relax. “I really like you.”
Your breath catches. You knew this moment would come. You knew Midoriya had feelings for you. And you like him too. You know he’s different from Bakugo, so much different. But still…
You hesitate.
Because you remember what it was like, to love someone, to give them everything, only to receive nothing in return. You remember what it felt like to be ignored, to be led on.
And Midoriya sees the hesitation in your eyes. He doesn’t panic, doesn’t get upset. He just smiles gently.
“You don’t have to answer right now,” he says, voice soft. “Take your time. I just… I just wanted you to know.”
And so, you do.
You take your time. You allow yourself to feel, to process, to understand that Midoriya isn’t Bakugo.
And when you’re finally ready, you take his hand and hold it tight.
And Midoriya?
His whole face turns red.
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Dating Midoriya is easy.
He’s nervous at first, always checking in, always making sure he’s not overstepping. Even something as simple as holding your hand makes him ask for permission.
When you say yes, his fingers slip between yours, warm and firm. And when you walk into the cafeteria together, hands intertwined, Midoriya looks like he might explode.
It’s cute. It makes you laugh.
But Bakugo isn’t laughing.
He’s watching from his seat, fists clenched, jaw tight. The soda can in his hand crumples under his grip, a twisted mess of aluminum.
He doesn’t like this.
As time passes, you and Midoriya grow closer.
Training together. Studying together. Laughing together. You’re happy. You’re moving on. You’re no longer waiting for someone to notice you.
But Bakugo… he notices.
And he hates it. At first, it’s just little jabs,
“Dumbass Deku, stop acting like a lovesick idiot.” “Tch. Can’t believe you’re actually dating this loser.”
You and Midoriya ignore it. There’s no point in responding.
But it doesn’t stop.
In class. In the cafeteria. During training. It gets worse.
Until, one day, Bakugo goes too far.
You’re walking past him in the hallway, Midoriya’s hand loosely holding yours, when you hear it.
“Tch. What a joke. You really think he actually likes you?”
You freeze.
Midoriya stiffens beside you. He turns, brows furrowed. “Kacchan-”
But Bakugo isn’t looking at him. His eyes are on you.
“You’re pathetic,” he sneers. “Jumping to the first guy who gives you attention. Guess it doesn’t matter who it is, huh? Even if it’s a weakling like Deku.”
Silence.
It’s sudden. Heavy. Suffocating.
Your stomach twists, your chest tightens. But you don’t say anything.
Neither does Midoriya.
But the entire class hears.
And Bakugo doesn’t stop.
“You’re desperate,” he spits. “Always clinging to someone. First me, now him. What’s next? Gonna throw yourself at Todoroki if Deku gets bored?”
The words cut deep. Not because they’re true, but because Bakugo knows exactly where to hurt you.
He knows exactly where your scars are. And he’s tearing them open.
Nobody speaks.
Not Kirishima. Not Kaminari. Not Uraraka. Not even Iida
But then-
BAM!.
The impact is sudden, brutal—a fist colliding with a jaw, the thud echoing through the hallway.
Bakugo stumbles back, eyes blown wide, hand clutching his face.
Midoriya stands in front of you, fist still clenched, body shaking.
But his voice? His voice is steady.
“You don’t get to say that,” he says, low and firm. Angry.
Bakugo snarls. “What the hell-”
“You don’t get to talk about her like that,” Midoriya cuts him off. His green eyes are ablaze, more furious than you’ve ever seen them. “Not after everything you did.”
Bakugo’s breath catches.
Because Midoriya isn’t just saying things anymore. He knows.
He knows what happened. He knows how Bakugo let you believe you had a chance, only to throw you away.
“You knew she liked you,” Midoriya says, voice sharp as a blade. “And you led her on.”
Bakugo flinches.
“You let her think you cared.”
His hands curl into fists.
“You let her give you everything, and you gave her nothing.”
And for once, Bakugo has no comeback.
Because Midoriya isn’t wrong.
Midoriya takes a step forward.
“She moved on. She found someone who actually cares. And now you want to tear her down?”
Silence.
“You’re a coward, Kacchan.”
The words sting. You can see it in the way Bakugo’s face tenses, in the way his eyes burn with something unreadable.
And then, Midoriya turns back to you. His gaze softens instantly.
“You okay?” he asks.
You nod, but your hands are still shaking.
Midoriya doesn’t hesitate, he takes you, holding you tight.
Then, without another glance at Bakugo, he leads you away.
And Bakugo?
He just stands there.
Alone.
Deku didn’t just take you away, he gave you something Bakugo never could. And that’s why, in the end, Bakugo was the one who lost. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ If you enjoy my writing and wanna support me (or my milk🥛 addiction), I’m on [Ko-fi], writing and sipping milk!
Bakugo doesn’t notice it at first.
Not until one morning, when he walks into class and sees you sitting at your desk, head resting on your arms. You look tired. More than usual. Dark circles under your eyes, the slight puffiness, like you had been crying.
Something twists in his chest. He likes it.
He doesn’t know why, but the sight of you like this, vulnerable, affected, satisfies something deep inside him. It means you still care. That even if you’ve been ignoring him, even if you’ve been acting like you’re fine, you aren’t.
And that means… you haven’t moved on.
The thought settles in his mind, dark and selfish. He should feel guilty. Should feel bad that you’re clearly hurting.
But instead, he feels something close to relief.
Because it means you still think about him. That even after everything, he is still the one lingering in your mind. Not anyone else.
Him.
And for now, that’s enough.
But then—
"Are you okay?"
Midoriya’s voice breaks through his thoughts.
And just like that, the relief turns to rage.
Bakugo watches, eyes narrowing, as Midoriya crouches beside your desk. His brows are furrowed in concern, his voice soft, too soft. And you? You look up at him, forcing a small smile. "Yeah, just didn’t sleep well."
Liar.
Midoriya doesn’t believe it either. He pulls something out of his bag, his notebook. "Here, I copied the notes from yesterday. You missed a lot."
You blink, surprised. Then, a genuine smile blooms across your face.
And Bakugo hates that.
Hates the way Midoriya makes you smile. Hates the way he’s looking at you, like you’re precious. Hates that you’re letting him.
It doesn’t stop there.
At lunch, you sit with Midoriya and the others instead of the usual squad. Bakugo doesn’t care. He doesn’t. Except he can hear you laughing. Can see the way Midoriya nudges your tray closer when you barely touch your food. Can see how you lean into him when he whispers something to you.
And worst of all, he sees the way Midoriya looks at you.
It’s the same way you used to look at him.
The rumors start soon after.
"Did you hear? Midoriya might like her"
"I mean, have you seen them lately? They’re always together."
"Honestly… kinda cute, don’t you think?"
The words slip through the classroom like a slow-moving poison.
Bakugo isn’t even trying to listen, but the whispers reach him anyway, each one pressing into his skull like a dull, persistent ache.
His fingers twitch. Then curl. Then clench into fists so tight, his nails bite into his palms.
Why does it bother him?
Why does his jaw tighten every time he sees you together?
Why does it feel like a punch to the gut when you walk into class and don’t even look at him?
Why does it piss him off so much when he catches Midoriya blushing because of you?
—
The breaking point comes on a normal day.
Bakugo’s already irritated, he doesn’t even know why anymore. Everything just pisses him off. The way Kirishima laughs. The way Denki’s chewing too loud. The way you are standing so damn close to Midoriya near the lockers.
Then, Midoriya reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
It’s a small gesture. Barely anything. But it makes something in Bakugo snap.
Before he even realizes it, he’s grabbing your wrist, yanking you away.
"We need to talk."
You stumble but quickly regain your footing, yanking your hand out of his grip. "What the hell is your problem?"
"What the hell is yours?" Bakugo snaps back. His eyes are burning. "You and Deku. Why the hell are you always with him?"
You scoff, crossing your arms. "I don’t see how that’s any of your business."
"You—" He grits his teeth. "You don’t even wait for me after training anymore. You don’t—"
And that’s when you laugh.
It’s bitter. Cold.
"Bakugo, are you serious?" Your voice is steady, but your eyes, there’s something sharp in them. "You knew I liked you, didn’t you?"
He freezes.
You tilt your head, studying him. "You knew. And you let me believe I had a chance."
The words hit him like a punch to the gut.
"Did you ever care?" you whisper.
Bakugo doesn’t answer.
Can’t.
Because the truth is sitting in his throat like a stone, too heavy to swallow.
You watch him, waiting. Just hoping a little that maybe, just maybe, he’ll say something that makes this all worth it.
But he doesn’t.
He just stands there, fists clenched, teeth grit, jaw locked too tight and, nothing.
And that’s when you know.
You exhale, something in your shoulders loosening. Not relief. More like… exhaustion. Like the last bit of hope you had has finally withered away.
"That’s what I thought."
You turn to leave, but for a second, just a second, you hesitate. Like you’re waiting. Like you’re giving him one last chance.
But Bakugo stays silent.
So you exhale, something in your shoulders loosening. Not relief. Just exhaustion. Then, you walk away.
Bakugo doesn’t stop you.
Doesn’t reach out. Doesn’t say a damn thing.
Just stands there, watching as you disappear down the hall, watching as you walk out of his reach.
And this time, you don’t look back.
This time, you won’t come back.
It was always Bakugo.
The one who answered your late-night texts, even when he complained about it. The one who scolded you for staying up too late but never told you to stop talking to him. The one who threatened to block you, yet never actually did.
He tutored you when you struggled, insulting your intelligence but never abandoning you. Dragged you along whenever the squad hung out, letting you sit close, steal his food, take up his space. Never pushing you away. Never correcting you when you got too comfortable.
When you got sick, he stayed by your side. Pressed his hand to your forehead, frowning when you burned up. Called you an idiot for not taking care of yourself, then made sure you ate, made sure you rested. Made sure you felt cared for.
So, of course, you thought he liked you. Of course, you thought you had a chance.
And he knew.
He saw it in the way you looked at him. He heard it in the way you talked about him to the others. And he never stopped you.
Because it was easy. Because it was fun. Because he never had to give you anything real.
You started giving more. You waited for him after training. You brought him water ‘cause you knew he’d be tired. You texted first, always. And he always responded. Always took whatever you gave.
One time, you asked him, “Do you think you’ll ever get a girlfriend?”
And he had laughed. Laughed.
"Tch. What for?"
And it was stupid. So damn stupid. But you believed it meant something. Believed it meant you were enough.
Then, one day, he started skipping hangouts. Started ignoring late-night texts. Started pulling away, just slightly. Just enough to make you wonder, to make you chase.
And then, he walked in with her. His arm draped around her shoulders. Introducing her as his girlfriend.
The squad barely looked at you. They couldn’t, because they already knew. They had seen him with her before. Had watched it happen in real-time. Had kept their mouths shut because… what were they supposed to say?
And just like that, everything made sense.
The way he had been busy. The way he had slowly started pulling away. The way he had let you believe you had a chance.
Your hands felt ice-cold. Your heart pounded so hard, it hurt.
But you smiled. Looked his girlfriend in the eye and greeted her like you weren’t breaking inside. Like the past few months of your life hadn’t been a lie.
Your voice was steady when you made an excuse to leave.
And Bakugo?
He didn’t even notice.
Maybe from now on, you wouldn’t act the same around him anymore. Maybe from now on… he wouldn’t even notice.
That night, your phone buzzed.
Bakugo: Oi. Why’d you leave so fast?
You stared at the message.
Read it once. Twice. Three times.
And for the first time since meeting him, you didn’t reply.
The next morning, you weren’t waiting for him after training. You weren’t carrying an extra water. You didn’t even look at him when he walked into class.
And that’s when he noticed.
That’s when he frowned, eyes narrowing at you across the room.
And that’s when, for the first time, Bakugo knew what it felt like to be ignored.
