I keep listening to kinda sad music and it is putting sooo many angst ideas in my head-
For example, a Baku idea:
He let his anger get the best of him again. He stared and your face, eyes glossy as you took in everything he’d said. You turned your back to him. He wished he could forget that face you had made. He wished he could forget he’d been the cause. Wished he wasn’t the cause. Wished he could forget the horrible words he’d said to you. “I don’t need anyone. I don’t need you.”
“Idiot…” His voice was quiet, hoarse… He clutched tightly to the fabric of your jacket. The last thing you’d left at his apartment. “Idiot!” He screamed, flinging the jacket across the room. His throat burned with his increasing volume.
It smelled like you. It was warm like you. Your favorite jacket- one he’d gotten you ages ago. It hurt to look at now.
Everything hurt. Everything reminded him of you.
The words replayed in his head over and over.
“I’m sorry, Katsuki. There were so many losses… They- I’m sorry.”
That was it. That’s all Midoriya had been able to say to him. The message had been clear.
You were gone.
“Why am I such an idiot…?” Tears rolled down his cheeks.
It’d been one week and the only thing Katsuki Bakugou knew now, was that he had never been more wrong.
Because he needed you more than anything.