"There is No Restart Button" an ex Bakugo x reader fanfic

(Chapter 2) Let's Catch Up!

You lay on your bed, your room pitch black except for the glow of your phone illuminating your face. You had been scrolling on your phone for the past three hours, mindlessly searching through social media and old photos, although none of it was what was really on your mind. You switch back to your text messages, staring at the last message you sent to your boyfriend Bakugo.

"Are you mad at me for not being at the arcade on time today? I'm sorry, I really am. I'll make it up to you."

Your eyes bore into that message and the "read" icon below it. He had read it two hours ago and yet you still laid there waiting, HOPING, he'll text you back. Anything to make the fears and anxiety go away. You hated when he did this, when he ghosted you like this. You wondered if it was to punish you or maybe he just lost interest in you. Maybe he really just read it and forgot to respond. Over and over your mind fed you paranoia that left you unable to move from your bed, just laying in the dark with your eyes glued to your phone.

You hear a faint knock on your door as the doorknob turns and light creeps into your gloomy room. Your eyes squint at the light as you look to your door, seeing your mother standing there. "Hey honey, dinner's done you know? I made a plate for you at the table," she says softly, sensing your depressing state from your dark, shut off room.

You look at your mom before turning away and laying on your side, shifting further into your covers, "I'm good. Thanks."

She stays in the doorway for a bit, wanting to say more, but goes against it and begins closing the door. "Alright, I'll just put the food in the fridge then," she says before closing the door, the room fading into silence once more.

You feel a heaviness in your chest as you are alone again. You hated the loneliness, but at the same time you didn't want anyone else but...him. Why couldn't he just read your text? Why won't he just look at you for once? What you would give for him to show up and hug you, tell you everything was okay. Even just a message that said he was okay, that you didn't have to apologize, just something to make the tightness in your chest stop. You'd do anything, ANYTHING.

You feel your eyelids grow heavy, your screen darkening in your hand as your head leans closer into the pillow. Just as you close your eyes, you catch the glimpse of your screen lighting up again, your eyes flying open.

There it was, a text from him. Finally after hours of waiting there it was and relief filled your heart. You were just thankful he showed mercy and texted you back, you almost didn't care what his reply was. But then you read what he sent you...

"ok."

Present Time...

You walked with your friends, going through the cheerful crowds and stands of the festival.

He was here. He saw you.

You couldn't get the sight and sound of him out of your mind now, every attempt of distraction losing against the memory of his red eyes and strangely soft voice as he spoke to you. Why did he look so distraught? Why did he look guilty?? The Bakugo you knew would NEVER let anyone see him so vulnerable. The Bakugo you knew was aggressive and harsh, he'd snap at you for even looking at him with a pitiful look. But the face he made seeing you walk away, it looked apologetic and contemplative...

You shook the thoughts out of your head again, focusing on your feet walking on the pavement and the pressure of your hands curling into fists on and off. Anything to get him out of your head.