She was the only person in this world who could change me. The only person in this world I gave a shit about. The only person I ever said "I love you" to.

We were close friends in highschool. During our first year of class I barely even noticed her. Until the sports festival. Infact even tho we had class together I still questioned who she was when I got paired with her. Then it all changed. That one single fight changed my life. After that she seemed to be the only person I noticed. No other person caught my attention the way she did. I found myself getting jealous when she talked to other people, my heart seemed to race when she was around. My hands seemed to be more clammy when she asked me things. I always pushed it off tho.

I was smart. Top of the class. She always came to me to tutor her. It was my favorite time of the week. I usually always pushed my routine off for her and I'm strict about my routines. If she needed anything I'd put up a fight about it but in reality she had me wrapped around her little finger but no one was ever going to know that. I would've given her anything she asked.

I had girls following me everywhere I went. Who wouldn't wanna be with the number one person? I put 100% effort into everything. That included my appearance. Everyday it seemed some girl was shoving shit in my locker. Holidays were the worst. I fucking hated it. She was the exception. She always managed to give me something stupid on holidays. I still have a box in my closet with everything she ever gave me.

After highschool we all stayed in touch but we pretty went our separate ways. I went off to become a pro hero in the city. She went back to her hometown to help her parents. We sent occasional texts. But we *I* couldn't get out that we wanted more. Fuck I wanted more. But she always seemed to be interested in that loser Deku. And what's worse is he didn't reciprocate. I watched her fawn over him for years and slowly get crushed.

One night I got a text from her saying she was in the city and wanted to see if I wanted to eat. I always want to eat so of course I met up. She was just as gorgeous as she was in highschool. Her hair was a good deal longer but it suited her. She showed up in jeans, vans and a plain black hoodie. She looked so ordinary but it was pure perfection.

We talked into the night and I invited her back to my place. We talked well into the morning where we both passed out on my couch. When we woke up she was curled in my arms. I had a stiff neck from sleeping on the couch but it was worth it.

After that night we jumped right into our relationship. She was moving back to town and was looking for an apartment, I offered mine. She accepted. It was perfect. We were perfect.

After she moved in I started changing. I started to show affection. Well towards her. I started making it easier to get me out of my apartment and meet up with friends. She got me to stop yelling at people as much. Which in turn actually made me an even better hero. I started treating people as people instead of extras. When she saw me getting worked up she would grab my face make me look into her eyes and say "relax" and I would do just that.

Then after 3 years of being together I got on my knee and asked her to marry me. The happiness she gave me I wanted for the rest of my life. She led me on for 4 days. 4 days she wouldn't tell me "yes" 4 agonizing days. I thought I was gonna combust. Then one night laying in bed as she was about to drift to sleep she said "of course I'll marry you you idiot"

My life couldn't have been better.

Until that day.

It was a week before our wedding. It was 11:00am she was just about to go on her break. She had to go to the bridal store to pick up her wedding dress. I was going to meet her for lunch when I got the call. There was a villain down town. I sent her a quick text saying I'll be a little late to lunch, but just know I'm coming. I jammed my phone in my pocket and out the door I went. I headed to the location. It was a bulldozing villain. He had a massive body. And was basically putting his shoulder out and just ramming buildings letting other lame villains just go in and steal what they needed. It was easy. It took me 25 mins tops to handle this I could've handled it faster but it'd been a few days since my last fight so I was gonna have a little fun. I stayed an extra 10 to talk to police and then grabbed my phone to send her a text that I was on my way and headed to the pizza place.

I arrived and I didn't see her car. That's weird. I walked in and asked the counter person if she was in there since I didn't see her. They said she hadn't come in yet. Hmm. I sit down and waited. Maybe she got held up at the bridal store. I send her a text. 10 mins goes by and nothing. That's not like her. Another text. Nothing.

I paid for the food I ordered but didn't eat it. I decided to go find her. I try an call her but it went straight to voicemail. That's never happened. I'm starting to panic. I run as fast as I can to the bridal store. I realize I had just come from this place "Oh no". I see a lot of debris everywhere. I'm looking and looking for the store. I take a sigh of relief it's still intact. Whew. I go in and everything is fine. I ask if they saw her and they said yes just a little bit ago. She did her final fitting and then packed her dress up and left. I demand to know where she went because she wasn't where she was supposed to be. I don't even give them time to answer I know they don't know. I run out of the store. I'm running up and down the street. I spot the black Tahoe about a block away and it looks fine. But then I saw it.

A large rubble pile. Right outside of a jewelry store. It didn't look out of the ordinary but what caught my eye was a large white garment bag barely sticking out. No no no please gods no.

I run over there and I'm pulling rocks out of the way screaming for help. I'm screaming for anyone. People start to rush over to help. I can't move these fast enough. I want to blast them away but I learned in training you can't. So rock after agonizing rock I'm throwing aside. I see brown hair first I know I'm close. I'm screaming her name. I'm fighting the fire that's building in me. We finally uncover her and she's so broken looking. I grab her in my arms. I'm screaming for her to wake up. Begging her. Threatening her. She finally opened her eyes and said "I'm gonna be a little late to our wedding Katsuki but just know I'm coming" she closed her eyes. Tears start pouring outta mine. "It's ok, you be as late as you need to. I'll be here forever cheeks. I'm not going anywhere. But I need you to wake up okay. I need you to be ok. I need you!" She half opened one of her eyes and said "I love you Katsuki" she closed it again and took her last breath. I screamed. I screamed so loud. I wouldn't let them take her from me. I held on to her until others show up and forced me to let her go. Kirishma managed to get me to let her go by force. They needed to take her. I blew him up but he hardened and took every blast. My heart died that day.

After a week they gave me her things before we buried her. I got her wedding dress. I've havent seen it still. And I never will. They handed me her purse. In it had our wedding rings. She had picked them up from the jewelers which is why she was there instead of the bridal store. She had "my forever and my always" engraved on them. It was supposed to be a surprise.

I blamed myself. I didn't notice her. I didn't notice the car I looked at every single day. Had I gotten there faster, had I not took my time trying to get the situation under control. Had I said let's eat first then we'll go pick up the dress. I should've noticed it. I was too busy to rush off to meet her. If I had done ANYTHING else she might be here. But she's not. And I'm not either. I left my job as a hero. I couldn't save the one person that I lived for then I wasn't worth anything. I found myself working as a insurance inspector. For the fire claims of course. I moved out of our apartment and into a small one bedroom apartment on the other side of town. I couldn't bare to stay in our apartment without her. It took me a month to pack up her stuff. I have it all in my bedroom. Anything that she bought to decorate with, her pillows, blankets and clothes. Just sitting in the one room of my place. Nothing is in there except our bed and the boxes. I can't bring myself to get rid of any of it or use any of it.

I have a simple routine now. Every morning go for a 5 mile run, go to the gym, go to work. Go home get drunk, pass out on the couch and do it all over again. Fridays I go to a ramen shop and eat, usually find a decent girl take her home, fuck the shit outta her to get out my frustration. Wait till she falls asleep get up start drinking till it's time to run.

This Saturday morning is no different. I look at her laying on the couch. Wrapped up in a blanket. I have no idea what her name is. I stare at her for a minute. Her skin is glowing in the moonlight. Her hair was a dark shade of purple. She smelled nice which is why I brought her home. She talked a lot. I remember having to tell her to shut up many times. She was so annoying I couldn't even bring myself to finish. She passed out from exhaustion. Just like everyone else. I stare out the balcony at the moon. It reminds me of her. I squeeze the bottle of Jack Daniels a little too hard and it shatters in my hand. Fuck. There's shards of glass in my palm. I walk to the kitchen to get it cleaned up. I throw my sweats on. It's about 2 hours earlier then I normally run for but I don't wanna stay here. I grab the note out of the side table drawer. Same note I put out every time. A simple paper folded in half and the words "Get out" written neatly in the middle. I prop it up on the coffee table infront of the couch so when the sleeping girl wakes up she knows she needs to leave.

When I got back to my place 3 hours later my front door was wide open. "Another angry one I guess." When I walked in I saw not a naked purple haired girl but a familiar red head. Why is he here? I'm not in the mood for this shit today.

"Yoooo!"

"What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!"

"Well I came by to see if you wanted to do something today, but when I was walking up the stairs I saw this pretty little thing storming out of your apartment leaving the door wide open"

"Ok and?"

"Well I did come to ask to you hang out and I couldn't just leave the door wide open, it looks a little broken, but when I came in I saw this note on the table and I could guess what happened so I figured I'd stay"

"You figured wrong"

"Come on Bakugo! You finally got back out there and found yourself a pretty girl and you leave a note like this!?"

"I leave that note for every girl"

I walked over picked up the paper and put it back in the side table drawer, where I'll pull it out again.

He blinked at me and his jaw dropped

"You mean you've done this before"

"I didn't stutter? Are you done...you've watched my apartment, now I'm back you can leave now"

"Right! But I Uhh wanted to see if you wanted to go out today. I got a cabin on the lake, we could fish and shit."

"Not a fucking chance in hell"

He looked defeated. He knew the answer. He asked anyways. He's the only one that ever tries to get me to leave but I won't.

"She wouldn't want this"

"Get. The. Fuck. Out!"

He left. But he'll be back. He'll keep trying. It's been two years now. And it's the same thing. Bout once a month he tries to get me out. But it's not gonna happen.

I go to the kitchen and grab another bottle crack it open and drink. I sit on the couch like I usually do and stare at pictures of her on my phone. Kirishima is right. She wouldn't want this. But I can't see myself doing anything else without her.