Four days passed ever since Shouto and (Y/n)'s breakup and to say (Y/n)'s mood had changed a bit was an understatement.

Ever since Katsuki scolded her, her crying had moderately stopped and her mood had slightly gotten better. This was mostly because Katsuki was ever around her, making sure to always keep her mind occupied with other things other than Shouto.

He always walked her to and from school, always sat with her at lunch, always listened to her rambling on whenever she wanted to just to release her emotions, took her to the arcade, let her drag him wherever she wanted to go and all that. All this effort just to help her move on and forget.

Sure she wasn't completely back to her usual, cheerful self but she was smiling a bit more than before. She was completely grateful to Katsuki for his presence in her life. Without him, she honestly didn't know what she could've done. She'd have still been in the position she was four days ago, gloomy and sad all the time.

She wasn't even remotely close to being over Shouto but she was slowly getting there step by step.

It was currently lunch time and (Y/n) had been summoned to the nurse's office. She sat on a hospital bed as Recovery Girl observed her darkened hand.

She had activated her Quirk, which took lesser time than before since she had started training herself a bit to gain control of it.

"So, how did you say it happened again?" the woman asked, turning her hand over to inspect the other side.

"I was unconscious," she answered, feeling as though the nurse was starting to get suspicious.

Recover Girl sighed and let go of her hand. "I don't think an ordinary unconscious state could lead to this. Otherwise, we'd have numerous cases about this. Is there something I also need to know?"

(Y/n) gulped inaudibly under her scrutinizing gaze, a small bead of sweat forming on the side of her head.

Just tell her! She'll know what's going on. The girl sighed and nodded. "There is..."

Recovery Girl hummed at her right hunch and waited for her to continue.

She'll probably think I'm crazy but…here goes nothing...

"I know this might be hard to believe but...during the rescue, I uh, died. But that's no issue because I'm right here. So…that's where it began."

"And when were you planning on telling me that? Hmm?" the woman asked, giving her a reprimanding, knowing look.

The girl's eyebrows raised in surprise at her unfazed reaction. "You…you knew?"

"Of course I did," Recovery Girl affirmed. "The doctor who treated you is a good friend of mine. I have to be informed of all my students’ health issues, don't you think?"

(Y/n) knitted her eyebrows, still reeling from the fact that the nurse knew all along about her death. "Why didn't you say anything then?"

"I just wanted to wait and have you tell me when you're ready. I heard you don't really want many people to know about it."

"Yeah..."

"Then that's fine by me."

"So, is anything wrong with me...or my Quirk?" the girl inquired, slightly worried if she were to receive bad news.

"Actually no. But I did want to ask, between your parents, which of them had a Quirk relatable to yours?"

(Y/n) shook her head. "Both my parents are Quirkless."

Recovery Girl tilted her head at her. "And how is that? Quirks are inherited genetically. Only in rare occasions will a child manifest one completely unrelated from their genetic lineage."

(Y/n) simply shrugged and remained silent as the woman pondered aloud.

"What about your grandparents?"

The girl pursed her lips as she thought back to the files she had on her parents. "Um...from my mother's side, her father had a wind manipulation Quirk, his wife was Quirkless while on my father's side, his mother had a shadow Quirk while his father could pick up even the faintest of scents from any point."

"So no one had any Quirk related to yours?"

"No."

Recovery Girl tapped her chin in thought, her beady, aged eyes glued on the girl who awaited her vindication.

"This is a very rare situation here. Your Quirk coming from an unknown predecessor. Going from being solely an Emitter-type Quirk to being a mix of an Emitter-type and Mutant-type Quirk. This is truly very rare."

The girl arched her eyebrow. “What'd you mean by Mutant-type Quirk?"

"Oh," Recovery Girl chuckled. "It means that, even though not completely, your Quirk is now a part of your physicality. Like how your whole body now turns black and heats up while forming cracks, it's a result of the mutation. Your Quirk now makes you exhibit that kind of feature and also allows you to channel more power to your hands and feet. Hence becoming an Emitter-type Quirk."

"Like a two in one?"

"Yes. Like that."

(Y/n) nodded, her lips slightly parted as she stared at her hands that had gone back to normal.

"Am I okay? I mean, it's not bad, right? Being two kinds?" she inquired, her eyes still glued onto her hands.

"It's not bad. But if you don't learn to control it soon enough, it'll be bad. And there's nothing wrong with it. When you train, you'll also get to find out the new things you can now do. The only problem comes down to making changes to the Quirk you were registered with. This is a big change and getting them to change it would be difficult," Recovery Girl said, earning a nod of apprehension from the girl.

"That's no problem," (Y/n) waved the matter off. "The only important thing is that I'm fine. And all the others will come later."

"That's the spirit," the woman smiled. "And how're you keeping up? You look in better shape than you were when you came here some days ago."

(Y/n) inhaled sharply and nodded. "I'm doing rather well."

"Getting enough sleep?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now, are there any more questions? I'm sure now you're settled with knowing why your Quirk is behaving like that."

"Yeah," the girl responded before frowning a bit. "But I still don't know what caused it."

"Neither do I, but things like that can't be answered," Recovery Girl mused. "Death is a mystery. No one has yet to fully understand it."

"I guess you're right," (Y/n) said as she pushed off the bed and walked to the door. "I have to go back to class. Thanks again for that."

"You're welcome. Now good day. Remember to train your Quirk."

The girl looked at the woman from over her shoulder and smiled a bit. "I will."

***

"What she say?"

(Y/n) sat down on her chair and shrugged. "Just that my Quirk is fine. Only that it underwent some kind of mutation, changing it from an Emitter-type to a mix between an Emitter-type and Mutant-type Quirk. But either way, I'm fine. All I have to do is learn to control it. That's all."

Katsuki nodded in fathom, his red eyes roaming around her appearance. "You okay?"

"Yeah," the girl answered then knitted her eyebrows. "Why?"

"I'm just checking, dammit," he scoffed, his face reddening a tiny bit as he looked away. "You look down."

(Y/n) shook her head and forced a smile on her face. "I'm okay. No need to worry about me."

"Who says I'm worried, huh?!!" Katsuki snapped at her, his face reddening even more.

"Me," she responded, resting her cheek on her palm as she watched his reaction.

"I'm not! Die, scum!!"

(Y/n) stared at him with a faint expression on and he rolled his eyes.

"Whatever," he scoffed. "I'm going to train you."

"Huh?" the girl frowned. "You’re going to-"

"I said I'm gonna train you!! Are you deaf?!"

(Y/n) squinted her (e/c) eyes at him. "And why would I let you train me?"

Katsuki scowled at her, his eyebrows twitching. "Because I'm the best, you piece of shit!!"

"Who said you're the best?"

The ash-blond clenched his hands into fists, his teeth gritted in anger as a strangled sound escaped his throat. (Y/n) smiled innocently at him, taking pleasure in his annoyed state.

"Okay fine. You can train me," she sighed before muttering under her breath. "Egocentric bitch."

"What did you just say?!!"

"What did you hear?"

"You little- fine!! Today!! After school, school field! We're going there immediately after class!!" he commanded, slamming his hand on his desk for emphasis.

"Wait, today?” she sent a glance at the class’s wall clock. “Isn't that-"

"I don’t give a fuck!!"

(Y/n) whined wearily, regretting ever saying yes to the tyrannical boy. She opened her mouth to say something but she was cut off when her phone vibrated.

"Hold on," she told Katsuki as she fished her phone from her jacket pocket.

She checked it and a loud gasp escaped her parted lips. Her widened (e/c) eyes stared at the message in disbelief and shock. Her heart started beating fast, her breath growing shaky by the minute. Even though she had deleted his number, she still had it memorized, instantly recognizing it.

"What's wrong?"

"Shouto texted me," she answered the ash-blond without looking at him.

Katsuki clicked his tongue, his eyes glaring daggers at her phone. "Ignore him."

"I can't," she breathed out, her fingers hovering over the screen. "What if it's important?"

"What the fuck could be that important huh?!!"

(Y/n) ignored Katsuki and opened the message.

[1:43 PM] +81-92-6748-7785: Let’s talk. After school.

Her heart skipped a beat in both anticipation and dread. She couldn't explain how she felt. It was a mixture of happiness, anger, excitement, dread, and anxiety.

"He wants to talk," she looked up at the boy, surprise still written on her face. "What do I say?"

Katsuki's eyes widened a bit before they returned back to their glaring usual. "Say no, you idiot!"

"No way," she shook her head. "I have to know what he wants to say."

"What?!!"

"I'll say yes," she said, quickly leaning away from Katsuki who tried to grab her phone and typed in her response. She hit send and looked back at the enraged Katsuki. He was literally shaking in rage, crow’s feet radiating from the corner of his eyes.

"What?"

"You fucking idiot!! You weren’t supposed to reply!! Are you really that fucking desperate?!!" he yelled, attracting some of the other students' attention.

(Y/n) knitted her eyebrows, a frown playing on her lips. "I'm not being desperate. I just want to hear out what he wants to say. There's no point in playing mind games with him."

"That asscrack has been ignoring you for four fucking days and when he texts you out of the fucking blue, you jump at that fucking opportunity like some kind of brainless shit. If that isn't desperate then I don't know what is!!"

"Katsuki stop!" the girl scolded him, glaring daggers at him for being so loud as she lowered her voice into a whisper. "I didn't say I'm getting back with him. Besides, we'll have to talk to one day or another. Don't you think?"

The crimson-colored eyed boy growled lowly, his eyes twitching at her sensible words. He hated that she was right. But that didn't stop the fear he had of her getting back with Shouto. If that happened he'd lose her forever.

"Fine!" he spat and looked away from her to glare at the board. "Just don't do anything stupid."

(Y/n) smiled softly and nodded even though he didn't see it.

"I won't."

***

(Y/n) took in short, rapid breaths to calm herself as she approached the hallway to meet Shouto.

She felt nervous and jittery, picking at her fingernails in anxiety. The girl had contemplated on turning around and standing him up but figured out it wouldn't be the mature thing to do. The talk was an inescapable hell they both had to pass through.

When she located the familiar red and white hair of Shouto, her heart rate spiked up and she stopped in her tracks.

Is this a good idea?

(Y/n) stared at him in thought. He hadn't noticed her presence yet, his gaze fixed on the floor. He looked relaxed, his hands in his pockets with an aloof expression on his face.

The girl bit her lower lip, a little envious of how calm he was despite the fact that they were about to talk after the breakup.

Come on. Be strong, (Y/n)! You can do this! The girl inhaled deeply as she mustered up her courage before nodding decisively.

With every step she took towards him, she felt more and more like throwing up. Especially when he noticed her approaching and looked up.

His bi-colored eyes softened upon landing on her frame and a ghost of a smile appeared on his lips, happy and relieved that she had shown up.

"Hey," he greeted coolly when she finally reached him.

It was like a sudden jolt to the heart when he talked to her, making her realize how much she had missed his voice.

"Hi," she responded, her eyes flickering anywhere else apart from on him.

"How've you been?"

(Y/n)'s narrowed eyes settled back on him as she scoffed. "How d'you think I've been?"

Shouto sighed when he sensed her underlying harsh tone. "I don't want us to fight. I just want to talk."

"Then don't ask stupid questions," the girl retorted, already feeling irritated by the conversation.

"Okay. I'm sorry about that," Shouto apologized, frowning a bit.

(Y/n) huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. She still felt jittery over talking to him but it was slowly ebbing away.

"So what is it that you wanted to talk about?"

The dual-haired male's eyes briefly fell on the side before going back to her. "I want to apologize. For everything, I said on that day. I thought about it and I wasn't thinking straight. I shouldn't have broken up with you the way I did."

"I should've waited for you to explain but instead I let my anger and jealousy get the best of me and ruin one of the best things that happened to me. I'm really sorry, (Y/n)," he added after a moment of silence.

His sincere and regretful tone made the girl melt a bit and she fought the urge to smile.

"It's okay," she said. "I'm sorry too. I'm sorry I hid the picture from you and didn't tell you what happened between Katsuki and I. I'm also sorry that I made you insecure and doubt my trust all those times...I don't want to keep screwing up things. I want to do the right thing."

The corner of Shouto's lips lifted up and he raised his hand to cup the girl's cheek, his thumb softly caressing her skin. The girl's heart fluttered at the gesture, unconsciously leaning into the cool hand. She had missed the feel of his hand against her skin.

She had missed him in general.

"Let's not let one year go to waste like that," he whispered, his bi-colored eyes boring into her own.

(Y/n)'s breath got caught in her throat, her heart quickening its pace once more.

"You...want to...get back together?" she asked, unsure of what she had heard.

The boy nodded and placed his hand back down, a smile on his lips.

(H/c) eyes peered at him in lack of words. Her breath was literally knocked out of her lungs and she felt like the whole world was on her side.

‘Are you really that fucking desperate?!!’

Katsuki's harsh voice suddenly rang in her mind and she froze. Could saying yes mean that she was really needy? But she still loved him. A lot.

Was that considered desperate?

He was giving their relationship another chance and she'd be stupid not to take that chance. She wanted him back, even though he had hurt her.

Was that being needy or did she still want to be with him?

Her mind was clouded with her internal conflict, a tug of war between her heart and mind. She didn't know what to choose, to listen to her heart or her mind.

Just do the right thing (Y/n). Do it for the both of you.

The girl sighed, a smile plastered on her lips as she nodded. Shouto returned her smile, feeling elated that she had accepted his offer.

(Y/n) went to speak but she was cut off when he hooked a finger under her chin, lifted her head up a bit and kissed her. The girl relaxed into the kiss, closing her eyes as she placed her hands on his chest. His soft lips moved in sync with hers, reliving all the good memories they had and the love they shared.

I just hope that the decision I make will be the right one....(Y/n) thought as she sighed blissfully, her hands going up around his neck to pull him closer.

***

Katsuki stared at the two teenagers from a distance, his eyes widened in hurt and disbelief. He had seen everything, right to when (Y/n) nodded and he kissed her. He had followed (Y/n) after class, curious to know what would happen during their talk. And he was now regretting that decision.

It was obvious that they were now back together from the way they were kissing each other.

A part of him knew that they were likely to get back together so why was he surprised?

It was like the day of his confession all over again, the pain of her rejection stabbing him in his chest. This time it was indirect, but the hurt was evident and it tore him apart.

He felt betrayed by her. He was there for her ever since Shouto broke up with her but instead, she still chose Shouto over him.

Fucking figures...

The ash-blond scoffed in distaste, his teary angry eyes falling to the ground as he shoved his hands in his pockets. He clicked his tongue and swiveled around, desperate to get as far away as he could from the two.

***

After the duo separated, with Shouto going home, (Y/n) went back to class, her mind still swimming over what had happened.

She felt lighter mentally and emotionally. All she hoped for was that she had made the right decision that wouldn't come to bite her on the ass later in life.

When she got to class, she had expected to find Katsuki waiting for her, only to find no one.

Where is he? She wondered as she picked up her bag from her chair. She sighed and took out her phone from her pocket and dialed his number.

His phone rang for a while before sending her straight to voicemail. She hanged up and dialed again, still receiving the same results.

Why is he not picking up?

(Y/n) huffed in annoyance and decided to text him.

[3:45 PM] (Y/n): Where are you? I'm in class and you ain't here

The girl hit send and waited for his response. She got none.

Maybe he's already there...but he could've texted me...

(Y/n) ran her tongue along her front teeth and pocketed her phone as she began making her way to the school field.

***

A large explosion blew apart several trees in its wake, the force throwing dirt and smoke into the air. Some startled birds that were nesting flew away when another explosion shook the ground.

Katsuki panted heavily, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand as he glared at the remaining trees in his vicinity. Bruises and dirt covered his whole body that looked worn down with lethargy.

He let out a loud cry before he detonated another blast towards the trees. He didn't care about the destruction he was making, all he cared about was getting the pain off his chest.

"Why him?!!" he screamed, placing his hand atop a tree trunk and blowing it to small chunks.

"Why is it always him?!! Tell me!!" he cried, punching another tree trunk and destroying it.

His arms throbbed in pain of overusing his Quirk but the emotional pain was too much that it overthrew his physical pain.

"Why do you always choose him?!! What’s so fucking wrong with choosing me?!! Tell me!!"

Boom

"I was fucking there for you!! You should’ve chosen me!!!"

BOOM

"When are you ever going to look at me?!! Tell me!!"

Katsuki bared his teeth at the remaining tree in his vision, his chest rising up and down rapidly in fatigue. He let out a low growl as he dashed towards the tree and began punching its hard surface.

The skin of his knuckles tore apart, blood painting the chipping bark of the tree trunk but he didn't care. He wanted it to stop. He wanted all the pain to stop.

How many times was he going to be rejected by the same girl?

How many times was she going to hurt him only for him to crawl back with hopes she'd one day open her eyes and see how much he loved her?

How many times was he going to end up the one hurting like this?

It was too much. Even for the always persistent Katsuki Bakugou. Amidst all the toughness and grit, he was still human. A human with feelings. And one could only take so much before they've had enough.

The ash-blond let out a loud growl as he crumpled to his knees, his bloody hands tugging at his spiky hair.

"Tell me (Y/n)…" he rasped in anguish, pain written all over his face as tears clouded his vision. "When is it ever going to be me...?"

He was giving up.

He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't wait around for a girl who'd always trump all his efforts every single time and take him back to square one.

He was finally accepting the cold, hard fact that he'll never win.

And with that, he concluded.

It was time to let go.

Of the girl that'll never be his...

***