Bakugou

You were (Paula's age). You loved Nikita too much to notice the obvious. Even when he was rude to you, raised his voice, or hurt you, he would always say, "You brought this on yourself." Your friends constantly asked you to break up with him, but you stayed. Simply because you loved him. After your night shift, you walked slowly home, more tired than usual, until you spotted a familiar jacket near the bright bar sign. Nikita. You were about to call him, but then you saw a short blonde standing next to him. He held her by the waist and kissed her so calmly, as if your relationship had never existed. You simply froze beside her, feeling an unpleasant tightness inside. Nikita only noticed you a few seconds later. Pulling away from the girl, he chuckled. "Ah, you're already here," he said casually. "Well, then, I'll tell you right away: it's over between us." You didn't answer, only clenched your fingers tighter. "I found someone else, so stop following me." The blonde girl next to him chuckled softly, and Nikita simply walked past her down the street without even turning around. You stood there amidst the city noise that night, quickly wiping away tears with your palms. Suddenly, someone gently hugged you from behind. You flinched in fear, but almost immediately heard a familiar voice. "Hey... what's wrong?" Bakugo whispered. Your older brother's best friend pulled you closer, gently patting your shoulder. "Don't cry over an idiot like that," he said calmly, then chuckled. "Want me to punch him in the face?"