hope you‘re okay
pairing: katsuki bakugo x afab! reader
genre: angsty
cw: —
wc: .8k
an: reader is afab so i used they/them for this :)
slender fingers impatiently tap against the wooden surface of the table in front. the compact suit that wraps against his body becomes suffocating by the minute, sweat starting to seep into to fabric as distress starts to grow into him.
he shouldn’t be here, he can’t be here, he can’t bare to be here. the amount of people in the air conditioned room bothers him. nothing seems to be still, it’s like the room itself is spinning like a disco ball. nothing can’t seem to ease his heartbreak.
“bakugo!” he hears his name get called. his head snaps backwards looking for the voice that just called him. the high pitched voice of the red head bringing him a sense of comfort and familiarity in this sea of pity. “it’s been so long!”
he doesn’t respond, lips pursed together opting to nod rather than to send a verbal response. “how have you been?” kirishima asks, patting the back of the blond with a large smile.
“i’m fine.” he mutters, fixing the tie of his suit for what seems to be the fiftieth time this hour. he can’t bring himself to relax, thoughts crowding his mind, thoughts that he wishes would just go away.
“that’s good to hear.” kirishima smiles, bringing his hand back to his side. he eyes the blond who seems to be uneasy.
anyone who would look at bakugo would simply think he’s neutral about this whole ordeal, he doesn’t seem to be bothered with this whole thing. but kirishima eijirou knows better than everyone else. nobody else would notice the way his hands sweat more than usual, nobody else would notice the way he keeps biting his lips, nobody else would see the way he anxiously grips the buckle of his belt repeatedly.
nobody else would notice, other than kirishima.
but there used to be someone else who would notice every little detail about bakugo katsuki without missing a beat.
that someone was (l/n) (y/n).
they never missed the way he would run his fingers through his hair when he was anxious, or the way he taps his foot impatiently against the floor every time he would try to calm himself down, or the way he keeps his hands in his pockets in fear that he might activate his quirk around people he adores and hurt them.
“fuck.” bakugo mumbles, bringing his hand into his pocket. small cackles could be heard from his palm if you try to open your ears in listen, but he doubts anyone else would do that now. nobody would care to spare him a glance anymore.
“are you okay bakugo?” the opposite man asks cautiously. he looks at the red haired with his glistening carmine eyes. kirishima’s eyes widen when he sees a single drop from his red hues, pure sadness in that one tear that drips from his left eye, symbolizing pure sadness and distress. “... you’re still not over them, are you?”
the question sparks a few lightnings in his heart. the face he kept from the moment this whole thing started, broken in a matter of seconds. he looks up to the ceiling finger brought up to his face to wipe the tears off of his face, broken sobs trapped in his throat, threatening to leave past his lips.
kirishima can only watch as the man trembles while he continuously wipes his tears from his face. he’s never seen such emotion expressed from the man, never having witnessed his breakdowns before. he wishes he can help, but he knows he can’t.
how could he? he full well knows that nobody else can bring him the same comfort you could, he damn well knows that bakugo would kill to have you back in his arms and give you the warmest hugs. apologize for everything he’s done, apologize for neglecting you, apologize for not giving you what you deserve, apologize for not putting you in his priority list.
but now he can only watch, watch as you step into the room. people cheering you on as you smile brightly, arm looped around another while you two walk down the red aisle. the white dress hugging each of those beautiful curves he loves, the hair that he always carded his hair through now covered with the white veil he always wanted to uncover himself in the altar, under the white lights, in front of a crowd of people.
but it’s all gone. hopes of a perfect wedded relationship with you gone as you wrap your arms around the neck of the bi-haired male. your eyes bright as he inches closer towards you, lips pressed against his as you giggle when he pulls you impossibly closer to him.
nothing can compare to what you two had before, no one will ever to fill that empty spot in his heart like how you did. maybe in due time you will be destined to meet, but at that time he wishes he would already be moved on from you.
this time he will just watch from afar. watch you smile brightly just like he always used to due.
this time, he just hopes you’re okay.
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