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Guys I love Olivia Rodrigo *sobs violently*

Songs from Olivia Rodrigo's SOUR album you associate to MHA guys after you two break up

w/ Bakugou, Kaminari, Kirishima, Tenya, Todoroki, Dabi, Hawks

warning: angst

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Bakugou Katsuki

"All I did was speak normally, somehow I still struck a nerve"

"Never doubted myself fo much"

"I'm the love of your life until I make you mad"

"And I'd leave you but the roller coaster is all I ever had"

throughout most of the relationship, you were unable to understand/predict Katsuki's mood, leaving you on your toes and guarded most of the time

KAMINARI DENKI

"You'd talk to her, maybe did even worse"

"Ain't it funny how you ran to her the second we called it quits?"

"You'd talk to her when we were together"

"Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor"

"Remember I brought her up and you told me I was paranoid."

Denki is friendly with everyone, he has a pretty big social circle but what irks you is how he doesn't see to have any boundaries at all

you noticed that he treats you the same way he treats all his other close girl friends

TODOROKI SHOTO

"I bet she's bragging to all her friends, saying you're so unique"

"So when you gon' tell her, that we did that too? She thinks it's special but it's all reused."

"Do you call her, almost say my name? Cause let's be honest we kinda do sound the same."

"I hate to think that I was just your type"

"Do you get deja vu?"

Shoto is a simple man; which means the girls he's ever been with, including you, have not only one but multiple things in common

he doesn't seem to be interested in changing his ways, and you once hoped to be the one to change him. nah, relax bob the builder. seven other girls who went before you thought that too

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO

"And you're probably with that one girl who always made me doubt."

"I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one."

"I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone."

"All my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you"

"Cause I still fuckin' love you"

"You said forever now I drive alone past your street"

this man. he. fucking. broke. you.

every time you looked at him while you two were together, you imagined a future with him, you imagined nothing in the world can tear you two apart

you would watch the whole world burn if it meant getting him to smile

when he told you he fell out of love, you felt everything about you disappear. you turned into a hollow shell of a human for weeks, to months, to years.

when i tell you this man affected you so much to the point that he ruined trust and love for you...

TENYA IIDA

"If I looked like the other prom queens I know that you loved before"

"Tried so hard to be everything that you liked, just for you to say you're not the compliment type"

"I read all of your self-help books so you'd think that I was smart"

"You found someone more exciting. the next second, you were gone"

"You left me there crying wondering what I did wrong"

"All I ever wanted was to be enough for you"

"I'd say you broke my heart but you broke much more than that. Now I don't want your sympathy I just want myself back."

"Don't you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded?"

relating this song after a break up with Iida says a lot about you during the relationship; self-destructive, maybe a little too obsessed? perhaps this feeling was new to you and you didn't want to lost this feeling.

the break up leaves you wondering if Iida really did love you for who you are or for who you tried to be and tried to show him during the relationship

DABI

"Know that I love you so bad, I let you treat me like that, I was your willing accomplice, honey."

"Those things I did, just so I could call you mine."

"I hope I was your favorite crime."

"I defended you to all my friends."

"every time a siren sounds, I wonder if you're around. 'Cause you know that I'd do it all again."

"It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we do, cause you were going down but I was doing it with you."

"I say that I hate you with a smile on my face."

Dabi used your status as a pro hero to have access to information. And you should have known better, you should have planned three, seven, ten steps ahead. But somewhere in between, you fell in love

You thought him opening up about his past meant he trusted you. You thought when he saved you from a burning building meant he cared for you. But it was all a ruse; an attempt to have you think he was genuine.

TAKAMI KEIGO

"You've moved on, found someone new."

"She's so sweet, she's so pretty. Does she mean you forgot about me?"

"I hope you're happy but not like how you were with me."

"An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean. Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me?"

"Say you love her baby, just not like you loved me."

what you and Hawks had was something real, something genuine, something that's one out of a million

everyone truly thought you two were a match made in heaven. everyone thought you were his first love. nope. being a pro hero and saving civilians is his first love

having a woman in his arms, a woman to come home to, a woman to share moments with and make memories with was just a help to pass time

safe to say you became one toxic motherfucker after he left you for his bunny best friend

I am a SUCKER for hanahaki disease. I gotta spend more time writing man. I also wanna draw Leon throwing up flowers

forget-me-nots snippet | leon k.

genre(s): angst, romance, modern au warning(s): hanahaki disease trope, unrequited feelings, self-loathing, stream of consciousness, language music inspo: adieu - emily bindiger

It was cute, really—how he thought he was getting away with sneaking glances at a certain former femme fatale.

Like his jaw wasn’t already well-acquainted with the floor whenever a familiar shock of scarlet stained the scene.

She—being one Ada Wong—had sashayed past your table with her lips painted rouge. Carried the scent of jasmine and danger with her, placing a nimble hand on Leon’s shoulder. Coupled it with a well-placed wink and a “See you later, handsome,” crooned in that seductive voice that never failed to derail him—never failed to sink your heart into the deepest reaches of your stomach. 

You wanted to hate her. Honestly, you did. But you couldn’t find it within yourself since she’d reformed and joined the agency. Turned her back on the life of debauchery in favor of something straighter-edged.

And it didn’t help that Ada was…surprisingly kind. Resourceful. Charismatic. Professional. And Leon speaking life into her name like the enchanted soul he was, swayed you further away from your road of disdain when it came to her.

The hearts haloing his head were palpable.

You could touch them if you wanted. Reach out and flick those cartoonish little things, and Leon’s eyes swirled with them, stained all shades of lovey-dovey. The sight of his longing made you hide a snicker behind your hand, and your heart burn cold.

Leon’s attention snapped to you. All traces of that puppylike infatuation were replaced by mild amusement. Over the sultry croon of the songstress onstage, beneath the sepia glow of the chandelier overhead, his brow quirked with a question.

“What’s so funny?” 

The bass of his voice rattled your bones. Enamored you. Always did, drawing your elbows onto the table and your chin atop folded hands. Something in your chest pulsed and pinched, but you masked the throb of it with a teasing smirk.

With a deep sigh pushing through your nostrils, you searched the stratosphere of Leon’s eyes. Admired his features as he maneuvered himself to mirror you on the table. A habit you’d both acquired through your years as partners. Anyone passing would mistake you both for being two pining fools. Though, they wouldn’t be too far off in their assumption.

“Nothin’. Just wish someone would look at me like that.” Despite the tease your voice carried, sadness sank between the vowels and consonants.

Really, you did want him to look at you like that. But you knew you’d never hold a place in Leon’s heart. Not like she did. Could never imagine Leon shuffling around those feelings to make room for someone as plain as you.

Leon blinked a few times. A subtle shade of peach dusted his cheeks. He broke eye contact, taking to fiddling with a wrinkle on the tablecloth as a subdued smile rounded his lips.

Shy was something foreign for your partner. Manly, precise, and goofy were not. He was always so sure of himself. Purposeful in every word, and every action, with a terrible pun or two sprinkled in to break up the monotony of the moment.

So imagine your surprise when Leon Scott-fucking-Kennedy sat amid the liveliness of the ballroom, tucking his bashfulness into the collar of his dress shirt like a boy caught rifling through the cookie jar.

The notion of someone else making butterflies swarm in Leon’s stomach made your chest grow tighter. And a pressure akin to thorns sank into the column of your throat, grazing downward until your trachea grew raw and your chest pulsed again with liquid fire.

It would never be you, would it? Could never be you, right?

“Dunno what you’re on about,” Leon chuckled, anxiety residing in the depths of his voice. This avoidance: he wore it well. Still couldn’t look your way because he’d been caught red-handed, making googly eyes at the woman who haunted his dreams and tarnished yours.

You felt something hot drop into the pit of your belly. Felt your face twitch with the threat of a grimace, yet you brushed it off as quickly as it came.

“Oh, come on. You so wanna bone her right now.”

Leon huffed. Your eyes were trained on how his forearm muscles flexed beneath the polyester of his tux as he reached around the centerpiece for the bottle of Chardonnay. Dragged it from your side, settling it before him with a definitive clunk.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink, little lady. I’m cuttin’ you off.”

It was hard to miss the humored glint of his eye. How he bowed forward in an easy slouch with his fingers laced together, relaxed because he was in the company of his partner. His friend. Nothing more. Never anything more. Your stomach gnarled and lurched, but you tamped it down like you did everything else.

Scoff. “I don’t think you’ve had enough, Mr. Kennedy,” you said, snatching the bottle back to top off your champagne flute. Lost count of how many glasses you had. Anything would suffice to drown out the cacophony of your thoughts. To muddle the sound of vines twisting together and—

Leon leaned back against his chair, dusting off the lapel of his jacket. “Tryna cut back.”

Your brow twitched. Surprising because Leon could throw back a bottle of whiskey like it were water.

“Oh? Would a certain vixen in red have something to do with that?”

He snorted, looking off to the side. “Ada? Nah, she’s…she’s cool.”