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

(Chapter 4) How Do I Fix This?

I scoff, shutting my eyes, "I ain't got nothing you need to know about in my mind."

"...is it that person from the cultural festival? The one who Midoriya was talking to after the concert?"

I feel a pang in my chest, the memory of you still engraved in my brain. Seeing you there, once so cold and harsh towards me then all happy and laughing with Deku...it was hellish. I couldn't stop sneaking glances at you the whole damn time. Just my luck that Shitty Hair caught me staring.

As if he could sense my thoughts, he walked closer and sat at my desk chair, his chest against the backrest and his arms crossed on top of it, "you were kinda watching them the whole time. Do you two know each other?"

"I don't see why you need to know that," I say in a low, dark warning.

"Okay okay, I won't push man! I'm just tryna help," Kirishima says, raising his hands in surrender.

I click my tongue, looking away at the wall.

"Yeah...I know them."

"Oh..." Kirishima reacts, hearing the slight surprise in his tone, likely from hearing me be open for once, "so uh...how do you know them?"

"We used to date in middle school."

"You two dated?!" Kirishima says in shock, nearly standing up from the chair.

I shot him an irritated glare, "yeah so what?!"

I saw him shrink back into his seat, still in disbelief, "I just...wasn't expecting that. They seemed so easygoing and kind with Midoriya so..."

"So what?! I can't date decent people?!" I raise my voice, getting more angry.

"Not at all, man! Just...you two seem very different is all..." Kirishima quickly reassures me, but my irritation keeps at a low simmer in my chest.

I scoff as I sit up in my bed, leaning my elbows on my knees, "yeah well differences or not they're still my ex. I just hadn't seen them in a while so it was...tough."

Kirishima tilted his head a little to the side, curious, "tough how? You guys not on speaking terms?"

"We haven't spoken or seen each other in a year," I add quietly, "and yeah, we are far from being on good speaking terms."

I hear him wince, "yikes, messy breakup huh?"

"Yeah..." I mutter, taking a deep breath as I continue, "but it's my fault we did. I was a piece of shit kid back in middle school. I was a complete jackass to everyone, but especially them. I don't know how they put up with me for so long and now..."

"You're trying to repair things aren't you?" Kiri says with a soft, understanding tone.

I feel my leg start to want to bounce again, my nerves about the whole situation coming back to me. I keep a straight face as I look down, "I tried talking to them, tried...apologizing, but I don't think they were ready to hear it yet. I managed to get their number but what's stupid is I can't figure out what to do with it."

Kirishima hums, thinking to himself for a moment, "what about just saying hi?"

"This is my ex that I basically traumatized, I'm not just gonna text 'hi' out of the blue" I roll my eyes, "I need an actual plan, some way to keep talking to them."

"Then...a date-"

"No. No date," I say firmly.

"No, not like an actual date! Like a...like a friend date! Like going out for ice cream or a movie or something," he corrects quickly.

I huff, leaning back in my bed as I prop my hands behind my head, "a movie is a stupid idea because we can't talk, and ice cream is dumb too because it only lasts for a half hour at most. I need something where we can talk, where they feel comfortable, and we can both stay in place long enough without things getting in our way."

The room goes quiet as I can hear Kirishima's thick skulled head thinking. He finally comes up with an idea, "oh! A cafe! There's that new one that just opened up down the street. I think it's called... 'Open Up!' or something like that. Everyone says they got this super good mango sorbet there apparently."

"Huh...mango sorbet..." I mumble, thinking over his idea. It wasn't bad: we'll get to sit at a table, private enough to talk but public enough to not be alone, we can order food and take our time...Shitty Hair might've actually come up with something good.

"It's a good idea right?" I can hear the smile in Kirishima's voice without even having to look at him.

I scoff, a crack of a smile on my lips as I close my eyes, "yeah yeah I'll think about it..."

"You're welcome," he beams pridefully.

I roll my eyes, sitting up in my bed, "I'm not thanking you dumbass, now out of my room. I got shit to do."

Kiirishima chuckles, getting up from my desk chair and heading for the door, "fine fine, good luck with your old flame!"

I click my tongue annoyed at the remark, watching him open my door and leave, shutting it behind him. I glance back at my phone on the bed, the black screen gazing up at the ceiling. With a deep breath, I steel myself for what's about to come as I pick up the phone, pull up my contact numbers and click on the first person to show up after my last search.

"Hey, it's Katsuki. Are you free on Friday?"

Simple start. Can't go wrong with that right? There was a small pause as I waited to see if you'd respond. After long enough for my screen to dim, I sigh and look away, the small suspense already driving me nuts, until I feel my phone buzz in my hand.

"Yeah, I'm free. What for?"

I felt a tinge of gratefulness, wondering if your response was just simple or passive aggressive. I quickly type back

"There's a cafe that opened up. Is there okay? For the talk?"

Another small pause.

"Yeah, that's fine."

Another swing hits the ball as my plan comes together. Thank god all of this was working out in my favor, now we just gotta hope it stays like this. I got you to agree to meet me at a cafe so we could talk and finally I'd get to really go into how I felt. All I had to do was not mess this up on Friday. With a breath of fresh air, my thumbs type out a response.

"Perfect. I'll see you there at 4."