Kirishima pov
I closed the car door and quickly did my seatbelt, taking a second to look at my parent's house that I was parked outside of. We had just finished stopping off at the hospital for a scan, then we went for dinner at her favourite American diner, '8, 17'. After dropping her off home, I entered my car and was about to leave, back to my apartment in the city. It had been my day off, and I just wanted to sleep. To interrupt my concentration on the road, the screen in my car began ringing with the contact name 'Izuku Midoriya'. I sighed, suddenly remembering what it was for; I then clicked answer. "Hey Izuku, it's been a while!" I said with my upbeat voice.
"Eijirou, how are you!" His voice was slightly lower, stronger. Ever since leaving UA, he had had nothing but success, making his way up to be one of the most promising young heroes, just like-
"I'm good, thanks, you?"
"Yeah great. Now, I sent you an email a few weeks ago," oh god, here it came. "About the reunion next week, I was wondering if you're coming?" That email, I had ignored it for so many days until I had forgotten all about it. An invitation to the famous reunion; it was something I hadn't been looking forward to. I wanted nothing more to see my old friends, but the weight of the memories that I left there were just too much. But Izuku was being so kind, it'd be unfair to decline, no matter what my wishes were.
"Oh yeah! Sorry I've just been so busy recently, yeah of course I'm coming, what day was it again?" Again, forcing my voice to sound extremely happy.
"It'll be Friday till Sunday, and don't worry, I have all the accommodation payed for." Oh yeah, the hero Deku had also made quite a lot of money, being the successor of All Might paid loads. "If you have any other questions, they're probably answered in the email, but feel free to contact me if you need to know anymore." It was nice to see that the fame hadn't gotten to his head, he still seemed as nice and polite as he was two years ago. I racked my brain for a second, thinking if there was anything I needed to know. I paused as the thought hit me.
"Izuku?"
"Yeah?"
"Will Kat- Katsuki, is he going?" My grip on the wheel tightened. First there was silence through the phone, until;
"He messaged me a few hours ago. He's coming."

After hanging up the phone, I couldn't even get lost in my thoughts before I saw another incoming call, thankfully this one didn't have a heaviness to it. "Hey Cupid!" It was my partner, Sora Akagi, the guy I worked side by side with. Another twenty-year old pro hero, he and I were put together almost as soon as we started work. His quirk was called 'wings', which he could not only make white wings appear on his back, but could also make them go on any body part or any surface.
"Hey Riot, where are you?" His attitude and personality was similar to mine, he was always smiling and joking. He perhaps wasn't as masculine as me, but he was still brave and strong and all those other traits. 'Riot' the nickname he had given me when we first met. Originally, he wanted to call me 'Red', but I insisted he changed it, that was only for one person; even if he had completely forgotten about me.
"I'm just driving home, why?"
"Wanna come by my place, to celebrate our take down of that villain organisation thingy. I've ordered some pizzas-" He prolonged the word 'pizza', as if thinking it'd persuade me more. A couple days ago, we had successfully tracked down and captured some crime organisation, just the two of us. Despite me wanting to sleep, it seemed like Cupid really wanted me to go.
"I've already eaten." I called into the mic of the car.
"And, I've also got a bottle of wine, your favourite." I groaned heavily, out of humour.
"Fine, I'll be there in ten."

"Riot!" Cupid opened the door with a smile, revealing his dyed-white hair, extremely blue eyes and his muscular, lean frame. He wore just some boxers and a t-shirt, I raised an eyebrow. "What? It's getting late so I got into my comfy clothes?" He laughed. I walked in, looking at the familiar interior that I had spent so much time around. It was open-plan, so I could see the kitchen and the living room area. In the corner was a door to the bathroom, and on he other side was the door to the bedroom, another space I had spent some time in. Cupid was a very close friend and work colleague. We had both had quite a lot of air time for being so close, we were featured in magazines and shows. Yet throughout it, I always thought back to what Katsuki would think about it all, especially when we began to date. After around a year of Cu trying to help me get over Katsuki, he eventually asked me on a date, which I had agreed to. And knowing the paparazzi, they caught us. We spent around two months together before I broke it off. I never told Cupid, but throughout it all, it never felt right, as if it was trying to be something it wasn't. I didn't know if I was over Katsuki, or if I'd ever be fully over him; maybe seeing him next week would tell me though.

We sat on his sofa, laughing, eating, drinking, even though I'd already had dinner. "To me, that reunion sounds like a waste of time." Cupid said, biting into his third slice.
"They were my friends for three years though, I have so much memories with them."
"What memories, being in Ground Zero's shadow for the whole three years." I froze suddenly at the sound of Katsuki's hero name. There it was, the side of Cupid I didn't like. He would always make off hand comments to me, tearing me or my friends or my life down. They were too subtle to call him out on, but still.
"I wasn't in his shadow, and I loved my time there." I frowned at him.
"But your life here is better, with me." He smiled innocently. I laughed it off, tapping his shoulder slightly. "So it's settled, your not going."
"Yes, I am." I tried to sound relaxed, but he was annoying me slightly. He needed to stop trying to govern my life. It was as if a switch had been turned on inside of Sora, turning him viscous.
"You just want to bang that hot-headed, angsty, no-good Bakugou, don't you?" He leaned closer to me, trying to sound condescending. I pushed myself away slightly.
"Oh come on Cupid, it's nothing to do with him. And- and even if it was, it's not like it'd be just to 'bang'." I mocked his voice on the word 'bang'. "And besides, I don't even like him anymore." I didn't know if I was lying or not. It was a question I'd always ask myself, but try not to get too hung over it.
"Well if that's the case, forget- about- him." I suddenly realised what was happening a second too late. Cupid moved towards my face, his grip on my thigh. He kissed me hard, his cold lips onto mine. His hands felt rough as he tried to explore my body; it all felt wrong.
"Get- off!" I pushed him away, back onto the other end of the sofa. I sneered at him, he chose the worst time to ever try something like that. Rage swelled inside of me, looking at his smug face.
"Oh don't be stupid, it's just a bit of fun, to forget about this silly reunion, forget about fucking Bakugou." He used his hand to rub my lower leg, causing me to jump off the sofa entirely.
"Don't even- don't even speak about him." I felt my cheeks go wet, I was crying. Before I knew it, I had my belongings in hand and I headed out the door.
"Riot wait-"

The tears didn't stop as I moved slowly down in the elevator, thankfully no one was inside. When Cupid and I had dated, it had never felt that bad, it always just felt empty. But there, with my mind fully thinking back to him, the kiss felt disgusting, violating. I just sighed, closing my eyes and remembering his face, his eyes, his laugh and his smile. Everything about him came flooding back in that moment.
"Kat."