π πππ ππππ πππππ α° k. bakugo
The lingering scent of rain clung to the air, mirroring the storm brewing inside you. Shoto Todoroki stood outside your door, his bicolored eyes glued to the pavement, unable to meet your gaze. The words 'I can't do this anymore' echoed in the sudden silence, sharper than any blade. You stood frozen, the world narrowing to the dull throb in your chest.
"...Shoto, I know your father expects you to be focused on becoming a hero and all, but we worked through things before andβ" You began, desperately clinging to any hope, but he shook his head, cutting you off.
"It's more than that. I just can't, (Y/n). I don't expect you to understand. Becoming a hero is the most important thing as of now. I can't let him down. I can't afford any meaningless distractionsβ" He paused, the pained flicker in your eyes making him flinch. He didn't finish, but the damage was done. You weren't 'meaningless,' but his words cut deep.
"Fine," you choked out, the single word dripping with a bitterness that belied its simplicity. "I'll see you in class tomorrow, Todoroki." The door slammed shut, a final, definitive period on a chapter you never wanted to end. You leaned against it, a defeated sigh escaping as tears, hot and relentless, finally streamed down your face. The final exams loomed, but all you could feel was the crushing weight of a broken heart.
