𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬||𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀

Spirit

About a week later, Midoriya had received a letter from no other than everyone's favorite Pomeranian. He found it stuffed at the bottom of his gym locker. It's crumbled, and he was about to throw it away until he saw the name.

On the messy notebook paper was his hero name scribbled out and replaced with the word Midoriya. He flinched. It had to be Kacchan's writing. Faint memories of his childhood friend flooded into his brain as he started to read.

Deku, Midoriya.

I've been doing some thinking lately. About All Might, about my future, about yours, and our past.

Midoriya stopped reading. All Bakugou would do is go and rant about how they were never friends, or Deku is holding him back or the usual shit. Kacchan could say it to his face. He did it every day. Why write a letter this time? Regardless, something in Midoriya urged him to keep reading.

You can thank that annoying bitch of yours for all of this to come on suddenly. She tried cracking me the other day, trying to find out about me, about you. I told her to fuck off, and she did, but what she said to me stuck with me.

I don't like to be weak. The feeling of someone taking pity for me is terrible. It's uncomfortable in a way. Yet all through our childhood, you kept extending your hand, trying to help me, when I didn't need your help. It angered me.

It should've been the other way around. I should have been helping you because you were a quirkless freak. So I fought back. I pushed back, and you still stayed around. It didn't make sense, and even now, it doesn't make sense.

Maybe that's why I keep pushing back. I'm not sure anymore. Your friend was right. I shouldn't take my feelings out on you, even if they're about you. It's not fair to you, and it's gone on long enough.

I'm sorry. For everything, the bullying, the nicknames, the threats. I hope you can forgive me one day, and even if you can't, knowing you've read this letter will be enough for me.

It probably means less and feels shitty that I'm telling you all of this in a letter. I would've cornered you at school, but it's harder to see you nowadays. I barely see you with your usual group, and you're always first to your room after school is over. You seem off.

Regardless, I wanted to tell you somehow, so here is my apology.

The letter didn't have a signature. It didn't have to have one, though. The random stains of sweat and the handwriting told Midoriya everything he needed to know. He read the letter a couple more times, trying to process what dropped onto him. Kacchan was sorry? Who was this mysterious person that gave his childhood friend a reality check?

"Hey, Midoriya, you coming?" Kirishima called from the doorway. Midoriya quickly folded the paper and stuffed it into a pocket.

"Yeah," He jogged to catch up with Kirishima. The letter and his feelings on Bakugou could wait for later.

---

Another week passed, practical exams were next week, and Ochaco and Bakugou had begun a relationship.

It was safe to assume that on that day, two weeks ago, the words Ochaco had spoken were words of ending. He couldn't be mad. It was dumb for him to think that after two or so weeks of not talking with his girlfriend. No, ex-girlfriend now, that they were still together.

The weirdest thing was, is that Midoriya didn't feel a thing. No resentment toward either of the pair. No feelings of longingness or sorrow towards Ochaco. Not a single sliver of resentment for apologizing to Midoriya only to take his girlfriend a week later. There wasn't a single cell in his body that could seem to care.