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The Sweet-Bee Series -MHA

This is where the links to all the parts of the "Sweet-Bee" Kiribaku Series will be posted.

Context: (Quirkless Small Town AU) You just arrived into town and planned on working at Sato's bakery. Yet somehow you have managed to catch the eyes of a certain red eyed couple.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Link to (In progress) Fic on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35629393/chapters/88831732

DJ is the favorite child

now now, children, you know i don't pick favorites

like many parents, i neglect them all equally

kirishima doodles

Spider kiss 😗

forgot why i did this 🚶‍♂️

Ex-boyfriend pro hero Dynamight;

It was an amicable breakup but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt to lose the love of your life.

You’d tried being friends, but between his heavy schedule and the flood of feelings you two still felt for one another… you drifted. You hadn’t meant to, it had just happened.

It’s been hard without him to lean on, without your best friend. Life seemed to be using you as a personal punching bag and a person can only handle so much on their own.

So, you do what people do. You broke. Shaky fingers dialed that number that you knew so well, sobs wracking your body as you listened to it ring. Once. Twice. Three times. Before you hung up, your guilt and pride getting the best of you.

He probably wouldn’t have cared anyways, you reason as you try to drift off, eyes stinging and swollen from crying.

You try not to think about it the next day, try not to keep checking your phone for a missed call, a text, anything. But you do. God, you do. And you’re met with nothing, and that’s when it sinks in that you’ve really, truly lost him.

So you’re surprised when you come home late that night from work, moving in the dark to put your groceries on the counter and see the broad shoulders of the man who has your heart, leaning casually against your kitchen island.

“You’re really here? You came?” You breath out shakily, feeling that familiar tightness in your chest that means tears aren’t too far behind.

He softens as he takes you in, gently taking the grocery bags from you before large hands cup your face, thumbs smoothing away tears you hadn’t realized were already falling. His words are soft as he gazes down at you, vermillion eyes still full of love and feelings you both tried to leave in the past.

“You called.”