there’s this line I read awhile ago, it was part of some comic I can’t remember from who, but the flavor????????
“I can’t promise I won’t break your heart.”
“…that’s okay, as long as it’s mine, and not yours.”
being 26 years old, 8 years into a friendship with bakugou katsuki. as far as you know, he’s never really had a stable relationship.
sure bakugou katsuki is a very upfront person, what you see is basically what you get. the loud angry screams, the cursing, the sometimes demeaning nicknames, the molten hot glare. he’s that with no problem, but he’s also a lot more quieter than strangers would expect, quiet, calculating, a perfectionist in everything that losing cannot be an option.
maybe that’s why when people slip into his bed for the night, a quick and easy way for him to release stress, and they think just for a moment: “I’ll be different, I’m not like the others” because he prefers them for more than one night, they fall apart when one day he drops them.
screaming, crying, and shrieking follows him as they all blame him for their broken heart. even though the very first night when his fingers hooked under their shirt, he warned them: this is just sex.
it’s just sex for him, never for them.
but a scandal breaks loose one day, because even if he was a top three pro hero, not even his title could save him from the wrath of the daughter of a multibillion dollar investor. his sex life is outed, and when old partners come forward to say that yes, he lead them on and dropped them at the first convenience!!!! his ability to pick up on partners tanks.
but you’ve been in love with bakugou for the past two years, quietly waiting for him to get to the stage of being ready to manage a romantic relationship on top of his career. and you notice his tense shoulders and quicker temper. your friends he used to sleep with have partnered off already, happily in committed relationships with no room for bakugou.
it’s after the third wailing intern that you finally approach and give him your offer.
“i can’t promise I won’t break your heart,” he huffs, half joking, half bitter from the avalanche of bad pr he’s been through.
you stare at him, knowing it’s stupid to even try, but you shrug slowly, “that’s okay…” his eyes meet yours. “as long as it’s mine and not yours.”
so a relationship begins. the two of you begin having sex that sends your head into the sky, and your heart further into your throat. everyone, your friends especially, tell you it’s a bad idea.
don’t casually sleep with someone you love.
bakugou comes over for sex once a week, which slowly evolves into two to four times. sleeping over slowly happens, and breakfast and lunch is sometimes even shared. he swipes food from your plate, and you rant about your terrible day. he walks you home after drunken nights out with friends, and clothes slowly bleed into each other’s closets. his nickname for you is dropped soon enough, and it’s just your first name that rolls off his tongue that makes you want to shiver.
some nights you don’t even have sex at all. just bodies pressed against each other with heavy eyes and tracing fingers.
but you show up unannounced one day, nothing out of the blue because you both do it practically every day. both your orders from a take out restaurant in your hand, and case files in another. you just wanted to have dinner with him and go over work.
words ring through your memories as you watch bakugou stand straight up off the couch, a person with blue hair tumbling off his lap immediately.
you’re not naive, not a fool. you see ruffled hair, a shirt that’s halfway off, and red eyes that scream: fuck.
but you remember his warning, his heed, and even if it’s been a year and a half of whatever this was — friends with benefits, you remind yourself coldly — you don’t react.
“sorry!” you apologize, hands slamming back to the doorknob, trying to give them space. “I didn’t realize you were having someone over tonight! please continue!! ignore me!!”
“the least you can do is leave the food behind,” the stranger huffs on the floor, once flushed cheeks pale. excited eyes now fed up.
you freeze, but nod in agreement, you didn’t need to eat this food anymore. plus bakugous order was in it.
“consider this my apology!” you laugh, the sound much more natural then you ever thought possible. “have fun, you two!”
you’re home faster then you can blink, and your couch with his burnt orange blanket on it seems like a joke.
still, the tears don’t fall.
a thunderous knock echoes through your apartment, and your chest feels sourly numb as you open it.
there bakugou stands, face contorted with emotions you couldn’t read, sweatshirt wrinkly and backward.
“y/n—” he tries again but you don’t want to hear what he needs to say.
“I told you already, katsuki,” you say softly, the smile on your face small, knowing, yet somehow still kind. “I told you that it was okay. as long as it was my heart that broke, and not yours.”
you shrug again, watching his jaw drop but no words passed.
you inhale slowly, and smile wider at him.
“thank you for everything though, I really enjoyed myself.”
and before bakugou can even let out a whisper, the door clicks in his face.
