Katsuki Bakugo
🎸𓂃 ࣪˖ ⋆.˚ (angst)
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you’ve always loved watching katsuki play guitar.
whether it was during small school events, random late-night calls where he’d softly play songs for you, or practice sessions after class, you were always there supporting him. everyone knew how talented he was. and everyone knew you were his girlfriend.
*at least… that’s what you thought mattered.
recently, katsuki had been preparing for an upcoming performance. a duet performance.
at first, you secretly hoped he would ask you to sing with him. even if you weren’t amazing, you would’ve practiced every single day just to stand beside him on stage.
*but instead, he chose his best friend.
she has a better voice for the song,he had said casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. *and maybe he was right. his best friend was prettier. more confident. more talented. she could sing effortlessly while you could barely hold a note without feeling embarrassed. *still, it hurt. *now every practice session feels like torture. watching them laugh together over missed chords, hearing him compliment her voice, seeing how naturally they fit beside each other—it slowly makes you feel smaller and smaller. you start wondering if you were ever enough for him in the first place. maybe he just settled for you. maybe if you were prettier… more talented… less insecure… he would’ve chosen you instead. tonight, after another long practice session, you quietly sit in the empty music room while katsukk packs up his guitar. the silence between you feels heavier than usual. then he finally notices the look on your face.
…what’s wrong with you lately?and somehow, that simple question hurts more than anything else.