#bkdk endgame // Izuku was happy with his life. Ofc, he received big hits, his mother passed away after remarrige. Yagi was good to them, but she was just so ill. And expecting to get kicked out of his home, he wasn't. The man took him in, and still called himself his father.

When he got in college, Yagi then introduced him to Shouto.
—He's my colleague's son.— that's what he told him at first. And before he knew it, the three of them were working together everyday.
Izuku didn't notice, but when he did, there was a kiss, there were dates.

Everything felt like a dream... Izuku propoused new ideas, all of them were amazing.
—We have to register it.— is what he said, Izuku wasn't a professional yet, he would let him handle everything, Yagi trusted him, after all.
Everything was just... great.

Until Yagi passed away as well.
Depressed, getting proposed by Shouto did pulled him out of his hole. He got ready to work and finish studying. Their wedding would be soon, so everything will turn out alright.— that's what Izuku would often say to himself every morning, honestly.

—I want to break up.— Shouto said one morning.
— What? Why? Did I do something wrong?—
—No, of course not.—
—Then what is it?—
—I met someone else.—
— ... —
—I'm sorry.... I love her.—

And just like that, he ripped everything from him. Just like he came, Shouto was gone so fast. The only thing left was the same house that Yagi took him in.
Just graduated, no work and no new ideas. But he could pull himself up, right? He had good ideas, after all.
—The project?

— Oh, I already took it to my new company.—
—But... it's mine.—
—It's on my name, Izuku. You agreed it to pass it to me.—

Oh. Guess he really did that, huh?
—It's nothing personal, it's business.—
That's true too... If that's the case, why did it hurt so much?

Lying down at home felt better. Not good, but better.
( Maybe I could throw it all out. ) he thought as he watched the grey sky thought the window. That sounded promising. To throw it all away, and get rid of these feelings.
He got up, took the part of the poject he had saved,

watching it, it could be something else, but he didn't have the energy or streght to do anything new, not right now.
( What would Yagi say? ) that he's disappointed, maybe. He got fooled like the idiot he is.
Walking around town, he noticed he didn't recognize the place.

( Am I lost? ) he looked up, big, huge reflective buildings. Wow.
The wind blew then, papers flying out of his hands. Flying all over the place, Izuku called out for them. Running after them felt stupid, wasn't he trying to get rid of them?
( But not like this! )

Picking up document after document, he found his way to be facing a pair of beautiful shoes. Elegant and shiny.
Looking up, he sees a man in a suit, reading one of his documents.
The man was blond and looked sharp, his red eyes passing over the paper with full attention,

and Izuku couldn't believe how someone could look so beautiful by just standing there.
"Um—"
"This is good." the man suddenly said, looking down at the big green eyes staring ast him. "Did you make this?"
"Uh, yes...." he nodded slowly
"Interesting. What's yer name?"

Izuku couldn't stop staring, he was just so... beautiful. How was that possible?
"Ey, I asked for your NAME." the blond mand snapped his fingers on his face.
"Eh—ku!" he gasped, standing.
"Deku?" he narrows his eyes, arching an eyebrow, "What kind of name is that?"
"It's Izuku!"

"Whatever, Deku." he grabbed the other papers on his hands, "I wanna know about this, how about you come for a coffee, huh?"
"Co-offee?!" he snapped surprised, "I- I just br-broke up, Ah— don't think that would be /appropiate/" fingers snapped on his face again
"Focus."
"Okay."

"Name's Katsuki Bakugou." he said with a sharp smile, wow he was so handsome... "Let's get a coffee, Deku."
"It's Izuku."
"Whastever." he turned away, and the green-eyed couldn't help but follow him. He had no idea who he was, why he wanted to talk, or what he saw on him.

But that felt good. Not better, good.

// Found this on my drafts and idk what was this about, but here we are. //