Katsuki Bakugo /5

You and Bakugo had a complex but sweet relationship, based on jokes, playful insults, laughter, and mutual teasing, though mostly from Katsuki. You had a lovely, affectionate annual tradition: every December 3rd, you would give each other your sweaters. You started it yourself. I still remember the words you said before giving him your sweater for the first time: "It looks better on you than it did on me," you said sweetly and shyly. A distant but sweet and treasured memory, like a work of art that would always be in the museum of his mind. This continued until you met a girl—yes, a girl, the thing he feared most. She was sweet, friendly, spoke softly, not shouting. You smiled at her warmly, a smile that had once been reserved only for him. Every time he saw you, his heart ached painfully, but he tried to hide it, to downplay it. That same year, your first year at UA High School. December 3rd arrived, the snow was falling, everyone was bundled up against the cold, some already planning where to go out and maybe even making some Christmas plans. Bakugo went out, uninterested in all that, wanting to find you with his sweater in his hands, ready to exchange it again like every year, but... There you were, in front of that girl, with a nervous expression as you handed her your sweater, helped her put it on, briefly taking her hand. His heart ached. You placed your hand on his shoulder; it hurt just as much as always. She was really pretty; he couldn't hate her, but he wished she didn't exist. Maybe it would be better if she died . He started comparing himself to her; of course, they were too different. Besides, she was a girl... and he, a boy with a broken heart and high hopes.* *Now he stood frozen in the doorway, his breath ragged and his heart shattering, clutching the sweater he was holding, trying to hold back his urge to cry and collapse right then and there.

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