Bakugou Katsuki was never a romantic and he sure as hell wasn't feeling the effects of unrequited love.

He had noticed the little glances the two would share at the beginning. As time progressed and the end of the exams came by he knew exactly what was happening. Deku, fucking Deku, was falling in love with the Half and Half Bastard. From what Katsuki could tell the Bastard returned the feelings.

He wouldn't say he cared but he could feel the pang in his chest as Deku would walk in and chirp "Good Morning Todoroki-kun!". Ah sure at first it wasn't a big deal but eventually they would start gravitating towards each other more. He would notice that in class they wouldn't have entire conversations. They would mostly keep to small touches and share laughs with the entire class but when they weren't in class they were together in each other's room.

Having the room next to Deku made it impossible not to listen to the laughter the two would share. Everytime he tried to distract himself by going out to train would lead to more pain. He would imagine every little interaction they were having. He could see the beautiful smile Deku would flash everytime he laughed. He could imagine Deku leaning into Todoroki from laughing to hard and Todoroki would slowly lean forward into a gentle kiss.

Bakugou gnarled the thought of the two sucking face was disgusting. No, he did not feel like his heart was breaking. No, he did not feel anything but anger.

Bakugou stared at his fist. It was currently clenching and releasing. He wondered if this feeling was something he would get used to. He knew that the two of them definitely didn't give a crap about him. He knew Deku was probably forgetting everything about him. Filling himself up with feeling for Todoroki.

The small water droplets in his hand were beginning to become numerous. It wasn't that he was crying. He was releasing his stress in the only form he could at the moment.

With a shudder he felt himself curl into himself sliding down the wall of the gym. He had been training. The strain on his muscles was nothing compared to the strain on his mind and the pain in his heart.

He felt the pressure in his lungs increasing as his sobs became more noticeable. He was shaking at this point he knew that it was too late to stop himself and the faster he finished the faster he could get back to his room. He wanted it to be over already.

It was halfway through a choked sob that he felt it. Something was in his throat. He could feel his hackles shaking his body as he tried to push out the unknown object from his throat.

When the object finally came out it was covered in blood and mucus. But what really caught attention was the softness.

Two delicate flower petals sat on his hand. The blood and mucus couldn't hide the vibrant green chrysanthemum petal and the red with white tip dahlia petal.

Unrequited love really was going to kill him at this rate, but he'd rather die than confess to either of them.

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A/N:

I have to admit I live for angsty Bakugou. I don't know if I will continue writing for this story but for now I think it will stay a one-shot.

Flower meanings that I believe go with the situation.

Green Chrysanthemum:

Loyalty and devotion, both romantic and platonic

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Dahlia:

Commitment to another person or a certain ideal

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