Bakugo Katsuki x Reader, angst
"I'm not accepting this." He shakes his head firmly. "And no, I'm not accepting you neither. "
Your nervous smile vanishes from your face as you straighten back up look up at him, arms still outstretched and holding out what practically is your heart on a platter.
You are stunned. Finding yourself swallowing hard and trying to keep eye contact with those sharp rubies of his. A weak, "Why?" passes your lips and his face morphs with disbelief. His answer broke your heart into half completely.
"Because I'm me. And you're.. well," he looked at you head to toe, then his cold gaze bore back to yours. "..you."
You stumble back as he shoves your letter and now ruined box of chocolates you handmade along with Sato's help. You bit back a sob as the realization sinks in.
Did you seriously think your confession would end up like those romantic comedy movies you've seen? That the handsome boy, who also happens to be one of the top students in the class would somehow end up liking stupid, pathetic, plain ol' you?
Maybe you got way ahead of yourself. Maybe you just gave meaning to his small acts of kindness that you thought he only showed to you.
Were those small smiles in between study sessions with him just an illusion of yours? Or those lingering touches when he helps you get up during training? Did you just imagine it when he held your cheek asking you repeatedly if you're alright after finding you having a hard time getting back to your feet? Were those moments when you're left alone just romanticization of what to Bakugo was just a plain 'hang out'?
Was it all just in your head? Did you make all of those up? This idea of him quite possibly caring for you too?
Bakugo saw a switch turn off within you. He watches your shoulders sag, hands dropping your hard work, pieces of your heart really, falling and scattering all over the floor. The blonde's lips press into a thin line as he hears you murmur a defeated, "I understand."
But truly, you fucking don't.
Because as Bakugo lets you walk away, you took his broken heart with you. The same heart he guarded with snarky remarks and piercing glares. The same one that fell for everything that comprises you, your dumb flaws included. How in the hell he ends up adoring them too was beyond his comprehension.
The same stupid, fearful heart that made him think he could never deserve you. That you deserve someone kind and gentle and just, better.. Everything that isn't him.
Bakugo laughs to himself bitterly as you vanish at the end of hallway. Tears glistening and pricking at his eyes as he picks up your letter from the floor. Sight being impaired by more tears that come to rim his lower lids as he scans through your writing.
He crumples it. Then stuffed it in his jogging pants' pocket.
He went on to clean up the mess you left. Fingers trembling as he picks up one of the many soiled heart shaped chocolates. Eyeing it for a second before popping it in his mouth.
Silent tears glide down his cheeks at how perfect it tastes.
And how unworthy he fucking feels.
