Quirky- My hero academia one shots

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

Date (Fatgum x reader) 5000 words

He stood before your knelt figure, glaring harshly. Your makeup was ruined by the tears that ran down your face in a constant stream. Tonight was supposed to be a date night, one where you would spend time with your boyfriend. He had been busy lately, needing to stay late at work and not getting home until late at night or early morning. And every night you would stay up and wait for him, noticing how distant he had become. You put so much work into your relationship. When he seemed to get bored, you did all that you could to change things up. You did everything you could to be the perfect girlfriend.

It was never enough.

And now he stood with another woman on his arm, her red lips curved upward in a satisfied smile. You recognized the smell of perfume as one he had come home smelling of many times. It pained you to be here in their presence, the man you loved with another woman. She was beautiful as well, having a lot more than you could ever offer. It was saddening knowing that you were being replaced and left alone. He was the only one you had, he was the only one you cared about.

"Look, (Y/n). It's not working out and it hasn't been for a long time, just go home to save yourself the embarrassment. You look like a wreck. Keep the apartment and put my stuff by the door, I'll come get it when I return the key." Then he turned and left, his new woman snickering as she lent closer to kiss him.

You couldn't even reply, your throat hurt and you were sure even if you tried that no sound would come out. After sitting in the alley beside the restaurant you were supposed to be having dinner at for a while, you decided to get up and leave. You didn't want to go home just yet since it would be a long ride back and on public transport too. Your now ex boyfriend had a car so he would've taken you home but that wasn't an option now.

Using a nearby wall, you used it to help you stand. Brushing off your dress, you sighed at the sight of yourself in a cracked mirror which lay propped up against the wall of the alleyway.

Your face was a mess, the tears taking the makeup with them as they flowed down your cheeks. Your dress remained beautiful but seemed to make your face look more horrific with just how different the two were. Sighing, you brushed your cheeks off and left the alleyway in search of somewhere private to cry.

You managed to keep your face hidden but you still received looks from passers by. Wearing such an elegant dress on the street was abnormal and it drew a lot of attention. But you were grateful no one spoke to you. Right now, all you wanted was to be alone.

After walking for ten minutes, you found a secluded spot next to a fountain. There was no one around and you were thankful for that, not hesitating to kneel before the fountain. Reaching into the water, you cupped some in your hands and lifted it to your face, beginning to scrub away at the make up. The water, which was clear, became dirty with the makeup as it came off your face and into the water. It may not have been the best way to clean up but it was the only thing you could do right now, it was better than nothing.

Pulling off your fake eyelashes, you flicked them away before looking at yourself in the reflection of the water. Even though your horrific looking make up was gone, you couldn't help but feel ugly with the way your now clean face looked. Your eyes were puffy and red from crying, making you even more upset. It brought back memories of things people had said to you long ago, things that were no long relevant nor held power. But your low state gave those words power, making you feel even lower than before.

Wiping the water off your face, you sat with your back against the stone of the fountain pool. Pulling your dress clad knees to your chest, you rested your face in your hands, bottom lip quivering. And from there, you started crying again. You felt pathetic and worthless, being alone was something you hated. But there was another feeling which you associated with being alone and that was fear, not only did you hate it but you were afraid to be alone.