Hello, you've heard of Murphy's Law, correct? It's said to be one of the three greatest theories of the 20th century in western culture. And it's deeply impacted people's lives... especially mine. Where could I possibly start?
My parents, newly wedded, did as any couple would do on their wedding night, protection and all... and well.. a few months later got themselves a test. My mother would have preferred not to have children so quickly. Two tests and a doctors visit later and yup, pregnant. All ultrasounds had presented them with a son and yet when the time came, they had me instead.
Since then, everything that possibly could go wrong, would. My life has been governed by Murphy's Law. Which brings me here, sitting across my lover, mid bite of this gorgeous meal, an opened bottle of french champagne with tears in my eyes.
"So, what you're telling me is that you're going to marry someone else, just because she's from a rich family like yours?" A pang hit my heart and suddenly it felt as if the rug had been pulled completely out from under me. This couldn't possibly happening. The guy sitting across from me, the one I've spent the past few years with, placed his hand ontop of mine. What once brought me comfort and warmth now seared me I wanted nothing more than to rip my hand from his.
"Ochaco, my parents gave me no other choice, I'm terribly sorry, but..." I pulled my hand away and shook my head, a few strand of hair slipping out of place.
"No, it's okay, I completely understand." I gripped my glass closer to me at the edge of the table. "you don't have to apologize to me."
"It's like this champagne, right, it can't be served in a normal glass like this one " my left hand brings the cup up for a second before setting it back down onto the table. "It belongs best in a glass like this one, handmade, specifically made for champagne."
"So that's it?" He adjusted his glasses, obviously uncomfortable and a bit disheartened to have to do this. His blue hair slicked back and a suit to match, tailored to his exact measurements, not a single thing out of place.
"If you have somewhere to be, then don't let me keep you." The strength in my voice was quickly leaving, 'just go, Iida', my eyes never leaving his untouched bowl of overpriced split pea soup.
"Ah, alright." He awkwardly stood up from his seat, readjusting his coat before walking away from the girl who held his heart. " Take care of yourself, Ochaco." He was met with silence and looked only forward as he went inside to settle the bill, the least he could do considering the circumstances.
Murphy's Law #1:
If there are two possibilities,
the least desired outcome will come true.
As soon as his broad figure was out of her peripheral, the tears the girl had held back so well, just fell and continued to pour down the sides of her cheeks. Ochako grabbed the bottle of champagne and poured herself about a half glass, in a cup meant for water. One sip and then two, she finished that glass and reached for the tall flute filled to the brim and took a sip. "It tastes exactly the same." Her voice broke, choking back a sob, as a few droplets fell in her glass.
Her emotions overwhelmed her in that moment as she tried to gather herself. "Ochako... d-dont cry" She told herself wiping her tears away, yet to no avail as new ones quickly took their place. Her answer now was drowning her sorrows in a bottle of $3000 liquor.
Meanwhile in another room two men readied a table with pink and white roses, white china with intricate gold designs, a relatively small bottle of very expensive wine in a bucket, and candles. Both took a step back as the man of the hour walked in a well tailored black three piece suit, a black tie and red vest. In his hand an enormous bouquet of three dozen pink roses adorned with matching tissue paper and a small, square, royal blue box right in the middle, this man spared no expense for tonight of all nights. Denki, the blonde man to his left was especially proud of his work.
"Bakugo, man, if he doesn't marry you, I will." Denki chuckled as he wrapped his arms around his friend and coworker. The black haired man to the right of Bakugo chimed in as well. "How could you possibly, marry him if you already have a wife?"
"Tokoyami, man why do you always have to ruin the mood?"
Tokoyami, fixed his straight, long, black hair into a ponytail and let out a chuckle. "How come you can't keep it in your pants for longer than 5 seconds, makes me feel sorry for poor Jiiro that she married someone like you."
"ANYWAYS... " Denki placed a hand onto Bakugo's shoulders. "Good luck, man. Knock'em dead."
"Yeah, thanks, guys." The butterflies were really eating at him his nervous smile giving away his current state of mind. With a final pat on the back those two left the restaurant, leaving the lone blonde man alone with his thoughts.
He held the box in his hands, kneeling before his dog, a calm and mild mannered black pomeranian. He showed him the ring and smiled, petting the pup. "You're cheering for me too, right?"
Anxiety fluttered about the brooding prince's stomach, ut that feeling was not alone an overwhelming love filled his heart and he was sure of himself once again. The side of his mouth rose at the familiar ringtone of his beloved. "Hey, Eijiro... Did you find the place okay?"
Hesitation on the other end of the line before he could hear a loud audible sigh. "...Sorry... I don't think I'll be able to make it..." Eiji's phone notifications lit up filled with countless mutual friends wishing congratulations on his and Bakugo's bethrothal. An awful weight deep in the pit of both their stomachs. "Bakugo... you... you were gonna ask, weren't you? I said before that we could wait on getting married, are you just asking cause of that magazine article?"
"And what about you? You turning me down because of what the article said?" Bakugo ran his hand through his sandy blonde locks as he paced up and down the room.
"Pebble, can't you wait a year, while I work on this movie?"
"What has the last four years been about then if in the end you're gonna put work above everything else?" A long pause at the end of the line, two hearts once again in the terrible bind. Bakugo's voice was just above a whisper now."... I don't want everything we've been working for to be just a dream"
"Sorry, can you give me sometime to think about of it." Kirishima hung up as he came up to a red light, he thought long and hard a horn honking bringing him back to reality. He gripped the steering wheel just a bit harder and made his way to the turning lane.
Bakugo Katsuki, a man always so sure of himself now sat in his seat frustrated and heartbroken, a night that was supposed to be a fond memory now soured by the evening unfolding. Instead of sulking inside, he decided to get some air, the box weighing heavily now in his hands. He spotted someone on the veranda, leaning against the balcony.
His feet carried him closer to the person and could see the tears welling in her eyes, she cried softly and called out to whom he assumed was the one who shattered her heart in the first place. "Iida, why did you choose such a fancy restaurant to break up with me..." She took a few shaky breaths and sobbed silently "I thought you were gonna propose.. give me a beautiful ring...W-Was everything we planned for our future for nothing?" She made her way back to her table, moved the plates and laid her head down. "Maybe if I didnt think that, things wouldn't have turned out like this." Exhausted from the onslaught of emotions she fell asleep.
He then walked up to the woman, dressed in a simple white dress and placed the box in her hand. Just because his night ended terribly didn't mean that hers had to end completely like that.
Loud cracks broke the silence of the night sky and lights lit up the two broken hearted souls, fireworks... Bakugo had arranged for them as well as had them timed for the exact moment when... He touched his chest it hurt too much to think on it. He left without a second thought, his faithful pooch beside him
Ochaco woke at the sound of the fireworks to find a velvet box in her hand, she opened it to reveal a modest and yet beautiful ring. In her alcoholic haze she got up and left ring in hand. She wobbled down the street and plopped herself onto a park bench, right next to a fountain. "Is God playing a prank on me?"
"This is such a gorgeous ring, why would anyone not want it." Her tears welling up yet again obscuring her view of the silver banded ring in her fingers. "I want this so much and yet I cant have it."
"How come the rich can just buy their happiness at the suffering of the poor? Why?!" She stood and wiped her tears away gripping the ring tighter, "From now on you rich bastards better stay away from me." With a mighty swing she chucked the ring into the night hoping that it would take these feelings away with it.