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🌪️-How Dare You Part 2 (xBakugo)-🌪️

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PART 2 BOYZZZZ

Translatooorrr:

Lola= Grandmother in tagalog

Ate (pronounced A-th-eh) = big sister

Anak= child/ my child

Slamat po= thank you (po is a sign of respect)

Walang anuman = you're welcome

🌪-ANGST-🌪

!-CURSING-!

The pain. The betrayal. The lies. That damn dare. Those were the things stopping you from eating, sleeping, hydrating, or even keeping up your happy facade. You tried to not come across as hurt, but your true feelings were clear.

He masked his pain with even more irritation and anger. Everything hurt. Not any part of his body, no it was his heart, the pain in his chest that wouldn't go away. He missed you and didn't know how to tell you that. The both of you avoided each other like the plague. It hurt too much. Both of you felt too much.

Confusion, out of all the emotions, was the biggest for the two of you. Everytime he saw you, he was filled with hate and anger; at night, he would scroll through the texts the two of you shared and a mix of frustration and regret would overwhelm him. You shared this hatred, but would worry everytime he got hurt. You both thought you hated each other, but missed each other so much.

The story of what happened eventually came out. The three boys were shamed and taught a lesson. Kirishima desperately wanted the two of you to get back together and tried his damn best. Not only did he want the guilt to go away, but also wanted you and your ex best friend to be happy again.

. . .

"Bakugo--"

"SHUT UP, SHITTY HAIR! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR DAMN FACE AGAIN!"

"Damnit, Bakugo! You're not being fucking manly! Let me talk to you!"

Kirishima had followed Bakugo to the park after school, finding him getting out roller skates.

"NO! WHY WOULD I TALK TO YOU OUT OF ALL THE DAMN EXTRAS?!"

"Because you need to talk to someone about what happened, but you haven't. Talk to me."

"You're the one that CAUSED IT!!!"

"DAMNIT I KNOW THAT!!! JUST-- C-can we talk?"

Talking was the last thing Bakugo wanted to do. He wanted to push his feelings away and forget about all of this. You didn't deserve an asshole like him, and he knew that.

"No. There's nothing to talk about," he said.

"Yes, there is, Bakugo. You love (L/n)-"

"No, I don't."

"-but you haven't come to terms with it. Not only that, but I know you feel terrible for what you did to her-"

"Shut the fuck up you don't know anything."

"I do know, Bakugo. I can see it. The way you look at her-"

"Shut up!"

"- the pain in your eyes, the regret-"

"Did you hear me?! I said shut the fuck up!!!"

"-You miss her, Bakugo! You feel bad! And she- well she's hurting and wants you-"

"GODDAMIT SHUT UP!"

"-She misses you and needs you-"

"SHE DOESN'T FUCKING NEED ME!"

"Well then what do you think she needs, Bakugo?!"

"I-"

What did you need?

"She needs- she needs to get everything she deserves."

"And tell me, Bakugo, what do you think she deserves?"

It wasn't a matter of what he thought, but what he knew you deserved. You deserved the world. You deserved every success you would ever get. Most importantly, you deserved happiness; unending, unconditional love and affection; as well as a man who could give you that. A man Bakugo felt he could never be.

"Not me."

. . .

Ding

"Hi, Lola."

You walked into your favorite little shop- a filipino store. It was filled with food and decorations from the Philippines. A little ways from Japan, but you loved their culture and especially their food. You couldn't help but keep coming back to the carinderia.

"Hello, anak. The usual?"

You nodded with a small, forced smile. The old filipina walked to the kitchen. You loved her. She had always been there for you. Your grandmother had died when you were young, but Lola was her substitute, though she was more of a second mother to you.

She came out of the kitchen with halo-halo for you and green tea for her.

"Slamat po, Lola."

She had taught you a word or two growing up.

"Walang anuman, anak. Now tell me what's wrong."

You smiled slightly. This woman really knew you, huh?

"That obvious?"

She nodded and took a sip of her tea.

The cup was empty by the time your story was over, but yours was still nearly full. Tears fell and you hid your face.

"Anak, have I ever told you why my family never visits me."

You shook your head and looked up at her.

"My parents died a few years back. My ate was all I had left. We only had each other, but we never ran to each other. We were so close when we were younger. I loved her so much, but one day we had a nasty arguement. My parents tried to help us, but both of us were too prideful to apologize. Soon anger and pride became bitterness. This bitterness grew as we did.

Only until recently, when I heard my ate was sick, did I realize all the time we missed together. We were so close. I miss her and I love my ate, but she's too far and I'm too old to go visit her before she goes. I just hope she loves and forgives me, too. Now, neither of us can tell each other how we really feel, nor mend what we had. My bitterness is my biggest regret in life.

Forgive him, anak, before it's too late. As they say, 'never die with regrets'. Don't pass regretting the bitterness you held."

She hopped out of the chair and walked to the door. The sign was flipped to show the store was closed.

"Go, anak."

You nodded and rushed out of the door.
. . .

Your legs burned. The wind was cool. The sun began to fall. Running. Running. Breathe in. Breathe out.

You ran the 3 blocks to the dorms. You ignored the worry in your classmates' voices as they asked what was wrong. The stairs felt neverending, but you eventually reached the fourth floor.

BANG BANG BANG

"OI! WhAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!"

Bakugo opened the door, revealing your tired self.

"To talk."

"Don't pass regretting the bitterness you held." - Lola

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