Eighteen year old Izuku Midoriya never expected that his whole life would change the day that a certain angry blond walked into his florist shop. Katsuki Bakugo demands that he gets a bouquet to passive-aggressively flip off his cheating boyfriend...
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As much as it hurt Midoriya to be unable to love Bakugo anymore, the pain faded over time.
Bakugo never kept in contact. He justified that choice by telling himself it would be better to just leave Midoriya alone to move on rather than reopen the mental wound.
For the first two months after the surgery, Midoriya longed to reach out to Bakugo, purely just as friends, to find out what had happened with his relationship Kirishima.
But eventually, he moved on.
Four months later, he was dating his co-worker, Uraraka, and they continued working happily in the florist shop.
By the time a nearly a year rolled around, they had plans to move in together. All was well.
As for Bakugo, he cut Kirishima off completely, and dedicated himself entirely to his studies at university for the whole year.
It seemed that the universe had closed the curtain on that chapter, for both of their lives, never to see each other again.
That was until one autumn day.
Bakugo had been in the shopping mall in search of a gift for a friend when it happened.
Walking past the coffee shop he'd first dragged Midoriya to on that fateful day had already tickled the corner of his mind where he kept those memories locked tightly in a box, and then passing the place he tried so desperately to avoid.
The florist shop.
He didn't want to peer into the window display, didn't want to see the fragrant bouquets bursting with colours.
But curiosity is a cruel temptress.
A glance through the glass door.
Midoriya, behind the counter, looking healthy, happy, practically glowing with radiance. A smile dancing across his freckled face as he leaned in to his coworker with the choppy brown hair. His hand snaking around her waist and pulling her in, kissing her tenderly on the lips.
Bakugo wrenched himself away from the scene. Heart pounding. Eyes unsure of what they'd just witnessed. A sharp pain shooting through his chest.
You moved on.
His feet carried him away from the florist shop. Not running away dramatically, not fleeing with tears streaming down his cheeks. Just walking. All the way home.
He didn't look back.
No tears came. No anger. At home, he sank onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling.
Deku... you really moved on.
The realisation finally hit Bakugo. All this time, though he'd denied it, he'd been subconsciously expecting that Midoriya would come back to him somehow.
The feeling was like a knife stabbing him in the heart. He grasped at his chest; the pain felt so real.
Coughing, coughing.
It hurts.
Pulling his hand away from his mouth as the coughs subsided, an easily-recognisable object lay solitary in his palm.
A single, green blossom.
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