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a/n: I had a random itch do write this cause I started going to the gym haha. plus I’m clearing out some drafts

first written: october 25th, 2025

you swear you’ve seen this guy before.

twenty minutes into your workout and you’ve got a great sheen of sweat covering your skin. only dressed in a loose tank top and leggings, your ears are surrounded by the sound of your music and your chest has a good burn running throughout. you feel good, and surely by the end of this, you will look good. but you pause your music once you feel the presence of someone on the treadmill next to you.

“can I get your autograph?”

“w-what?”

“could I get your autograph? I’m a big fan.”

it wasn’t out of the ordinary that strangers would approach you asking for your autograph or even a picture. you were a pro-hero, a famous one at that, who was soaring through the ranks. even on your dates with katsuki, you would get flashes from cameras and fans running up to the both of you asking for your signature.

but this was your moment to relax, unwind from everyone in the world. usually, you’d workout at the agency, but since the workout room there was currently under construction, you had no choice but to attend a public gym.

the guy that speaks to you has dark hair, glued to his forehead with sweat and has eyes dark as night. he wears a white tee that also has dark patches which shows he’s been here for a while.

you flash a light smile. “I appreciate your support, but I’m sorry, I can’t right now.” you motion to put your earbuds back in but he stops you once more.

“I know, awkward right?” he chuckles a bit. “a weird, crazed super-fan walks up to one of the best heroes at the gym asking for an autograph. how about a picture?”

you don’t want to be rude. your fans are one of the reasons why you’re so popular. once again, you decline. “I’m sorry. maybe another time?” you press the stop button on the treadmill to get off. your warm up was over anyway, but you didn’t want to be near this fan anymore.

moments later, you’re in the stretch room doing a couple of poses on a mat that’s laid on the floor. you hadn’t seen the guy in a while, so maybe he left. but surely you were wrong.

“hey h/n.”

you look up from your pose. you remove your headphones to see his feet right in front of you. you give a light smile. you’re in public and by being rude to someone, could mean your reputation on the line. you don’t know whose recording.

“um, hi?”

he squats down in front of you and you sit up to sit cross legged. “names kenzo. I’m also a personal trainer. your posses seem incorrect. don’t want you to injure your back. then who would save japan?”

personal trainer my ass, you think. this guy looks like he’s barely worked out a day in his life.

“I’m sorry kenzo but I’m not looking for any help. thank you though!” you stand and grab the mat from the floor. was he following you? or were you paranoid?

“I know this might seem weird. but I was maybe looking to ask you out? you’re just so pretty.”

compliments was one thing. but this guy didn’t give a romantic vibe. “I have a boyfriend,” you say plainly with force.

“a boyfriend?” he looks stunned, almost disappointed. “which one is it? red riot? shoto? no it’s that one blonde asshole —“

you scoff, grabbing your things to walk over to the bench to do some presses. he wouldn’t have any reason to be in that area since you took the last press machine and the rest of them were occupied. maybe if he tried to pull a move on you, someone would save you. but you didn’t need saving from anyone else.

“I’m sorry but I’m just trying to enjoy my workout. could you leave me alone?”

“of course.” he laughs awkwardly. “I’m sorry h/n. but you still owe me that picture!”

right. sure.

your workout was almost over but you shouldn’t shake the feeling that kenzo was still somewhere lurking around. you were ready for a quick break, but not out in the open where he could potentially try to talk to you.

you walk up to the water fountain and press your bottle up against it. you throw a glance over your left shoulder. then your right. you don’t see anything. you’re in the clear.

you swear you hear a camera snap behind you. “hey beautiful. I think fate is trying to put us together.”

damn it.

you look behind you. there he is, kenzo, smiling smugly with a phone in his hand. you roll your eyes.

“I just find you so attractive. you sure you’re serious with that dynamight dude? lemme take you out for dinner.”

“leave me alone.” you grab your bottle and head over to the women’s bathroom. it’s located in the back of the gym. if you hurry, you’ll shake him.

but instead, he follows right behind on your tail. “don’t be like that, h/n! you’re off the treadmill so how about that picture? or I could be your spotter for presses? remember I’m a personal trainer —!”

“this is the women’s restroom.”

you finally step into the bathroom entrance. he’s one foot away from walking in there with you but you halt him right in his place with your words. “oh, right. hey maybe I could get your help with the glute machine? your ass looks really good.”

you scoff. the audacity of this guy. “fuck off.”

you rush into the bathroom and sit on a bench away from the door. maybe if you stay in here for a while, he’ll finally get the hint. you reach in your jacket for your phone and immediately text your boyfriend, katsuki.

[you] hey, could you come to the gym? it’s this weird creep following me around, I just don’t feel safe.

you knew the gym was at least fifteen minutes away from your shared apartment. katsuki could be there sooner, knowing his urgency when it comes to you.

[my love ❤️] I’ll be there in 8

all you had to do was hang on for 8 minutes. hopefully the idiot would be gone by then.

after a while, you get up to check. stupid move on your part, but you look around the gym and don’t see that guy anymore. you let out a sigh of relief.

“hey, what took so long?”

that voice. it comes from behind you and you turn your head to see kenzo waiting outside the bathroom. disgusting.

you don’t speak and jet for the door. maybe if you got outside, he wouldn’t follow you. but no, he waiting outside the bathroom for you. this guy wouldn’t take the hint you wanted to be left alone.

the gym at this point was empty. the workers were non existent so no one could vouch for you once this incident is reported. if you hit the outdoors, using your quirk would be free reign. but who knows what kind of quirk this guy has? teleportation? super speed? or maybe something more sinister that removes your quirk temporarily.

“I said leave me —“

you collide into something sturdy. you turn your head to see your boyfriend in front of you, standing taller and looking angry with a scowl sketched across his face. he grabs your forearm and pulls you behind him. “get behind me.”

kenzo stops in his tracks. “dynamight! what a coincidence I would see two pro-heroes at the gym tonight. I thought you guys had super fancy workout rooms at your —“

“shut the fuck up,” katsuki sneers. he reaches for your hand and holds it tightly in his fist. he approaches the guy, puffing out his chest so he’s inches away from kenzo’s face. “leave her the fuck alone.”

“right, of course dynamight! didn’t know this was your girl.”

liar. you think in your head. the guy seemingly backs off. turning on his heel, bakugo pulls you with him out of the gym. “let’s go, y/n. I better not see your ass again or I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

“katsuki!” you whisper to him. you prefer your boyfriend to not say he’ll kill a civilian. but knowing your boyfriend, he could care less.

once your outside, the bitter winter air nips at your cheeks. katsuki pulls you off to the side and lowers himself slightly to stare into your eyes. he grips the sides of your arms to control your slight shaking. “y/n, hey.” your attention is focused elsewhere, looking into the windows to stare inside the gym. with one finger under your chin, he pulls your attention back to him. “hey baby girl, you alright? that asshole hurt you?”

you sniffle. “n-no. he just kept following me around. told me I had a nice ass.” katsuki’s grip tightens around your arms. “I swear he was talking pictures of me. I told him to leave me alone, kat! I swear I did, I’m sorry —“

“what the fuck? hell nah y/n, you don’t have to be sorry for that asshat. I should fucking —“

that voice again. kenzo steps outside, this time his face turned in a way that wasn’t so friendly. “hey, y/n. you still never gave me that picture.”

katsuki growls, face turned angry and almost terrifying. he pulls you to his side once more, protecting you like a guard dog. “I told you to leave her the fuck alone, didn’t I?!”

in a flash, a wave of heat the a loud sound floods the area. you didn’t expect your boyfriend to blast him away, leaving his body unconscious on the ground, but it had to be done. moments later, after the police arrive katsuki pulls you to the side.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you sooner, princess.” katsuki pulls you into his chest, holding you tightly. “they’re arresting that fucker. apparently, he’s wanted for a stalking. found pics of you on his phone.” he pulls you back to see your completely distraught face. “hey, look at me. you’re safe now, alright? you did everything you could.”

you chuckle a bit. “not enough. I should’ve been more clear from the beginning.”

he flicks your temple, you jolt. “hey, stop being so fuckin’ hard on yourself. some idiots just can’t take a hint. next time, I’m comin’ with you to the gym.”

what if you’re ready to move on? what if katsuki doesn’t want you to?

the final part of “I’ll do anything to you” HIGHLY requested alternate (realistic) ending to this saga. thank you guys so much for the love on this series!!

check out my new series “him & I” part one available now <33

I also apologize for the long wait!! I finally get a break from school and I lowkey forgot about this app haha but I wanted to wrap this mini series up. thanks for being patient <3

“I’m done.”

the air was stale, warm in an unsatisfying way. you couldn’t bare to look at katsuki in his eyes. those familiar vermillion colored ones that you looked at for comfort. now it seemed like you were looking at a stranger.

you hug yourself. you couldn’t stare at him with watery eyes so you stand in the corner of the living room like a helpless puppy. katsuki can’t read you. he hates when you cross your arms. but your face reads so broken and hurt. he apologized though. for yelling at you, calling you a distraction, calling you a bitch. being a pro-hero meant everything to him. but so did you.

“what’dya mean you’re done?” katsuki rubs his chin. he leaps from his seat at the barstool and reaches out for you. your reaction is cold and it stings him. you don’t love him anymore.

“don’t touch me,” you spit and jolt away from him. “please.”

his hand pulls back and he goes to sit on the armrest of the living room chair. he folds his arms. if you didn’t want to be touched, fine. but he wasn’t going to let you walk out with only saying one word. “y/n.”

you let out a shaky breath, “katsuki. I love you. I really do. but I can’t— I just can’t do this anymore.”

he isn’t thinking what he thinks you’re saying. licking his lips, he cocks a brow. a confused expression glances over his pace. “nah, explain. you’re leavin’ me? what, temporarily?”

you look at your feet. then your eyes glance at the bar top. your diamond ring sits there in its place, from where you threw it at him last. you rub the bare space on your ring finger where it once was. he wasn’t getting it.

“no, bakugo. I think we need to get a divorce.”

his heart sinks. it’s as if his entire world came crashing down. first, you called him bakugo. that was your name too — his name that he passed onto you when the two of you got married. eight years. it’s only been eight years since the two of you joined in union but the two of you had been dating way longer than that, since the u.a days. what do you mean divorce? you can’t split up with him now? not after everything you’ve been through —

katsuki breaks his thoughts with a scoff. “nah, you’re fuckin’ with me.”

you stand there silent.

“a divorce? so that’s it. you’re ready to end this entire relationship, now? y/n, I said…I said —“

his throat feels tight. he’s tugging on the collar of his shirt and is gasping for air. he doesn’t want to cry, not in front of you even though you’ve seen him cry plenty of times before. katsuki runs his hand through his wheat colored locks then places his palms on his legs. “I said I was fuckin’ sorry and now you’re just ready to throw it all away?”

the audacity he had. you didn’t start this, he did when he was planning on taking that trip out of the country for three months. a mission in another country without your assistance or permission. your face turns into a scowl. you don’t want to argue with him again but your surely don’t want to leave him on empty.

“I didn’t throw anything away, katsuki,” you sneer calmly. “you did when you started taking those missions away from home. you left me alone. what did you expect? to welcome you back with open arms and pretend everything was going okay? well it’s not. it hasn’t been.”

“the hell ya talkin’ about? I haven’t left you. I’m always here for you. leavin’ and goin’ out of town is apart of the job. you know that.”

“do i? because heroes and agencies ask me to take missions away all the time but you know what i tell them? i can’t. I can’t because my husband wouldn’t like me leaving him. he wouldn’t like me out there risking my life for the country even though that’s what I’ve trained for my entire life, just like him. he thinks I’m inferior to him, I’m incompetent, I’m not as good as a hero as him, a distraction, a bitch. I mean, I could get paid hella money and rise higher above the ranks, higher than dynamight or shoto or even fucking deku, but I don’t. because I love you. I’ve always loved you since high school and I took a vow to never leave your side and here I am leaving. because my husband doesn’t see me as anything better.”

you swallow sharply. it was a lot to get off your chest and you managed to speak your mind without crying even though the tears leave that sour feeling in the back of your throat.

katsuki looks bewildered. staring at your beautiful eyes with tears threatening his own. he takes everything he said back a couple of weeks ago. it was stupid, ignorant and immature. of course he doesn’t see you as some extra below him. but through his recent actions, you don’t feel like an equal.

“what about us?” he breaks, voice cracking. he sounded like a little child who got punished for the first time. it’s quiet and you stare at him.

“I don’t know.”

he cracks. “I didn’t want this to end. I— fuck.”

you sigh. “this has been going on longer than it should. I should’ve left a long time ago.”

“and what about the life we were supposed to have, y/n? I think you’re a kick ass pro. but I fucked up. I truly did, just let me fuckin’ make it right!” he grabs your hand but you snatch it away and turn your back towards him. “baby, please.”

“I wanted that life too, katsuki!” you swing back to him. the two of you are now standing, inches apart from each other with tears flooding your eyes. “I wanted to spend time together, start a family, grow old together. have kids! I wanted a family! but all you keep thinking about is how you’re going to make it to being the number one hero! what about me? your biggest supporter, your best friend?!”

“so let’s fix it, y/n! c’mon we’ve been through shit way tougher than this.” it was true, the two of you have been through situations worse than this. but none of them hurt the same. “y/n please. I..fuckin’ love you. how do you expect me to move on when I love you?”

you don’t say anything. you’re tempted to ball the divorce papers tucked in your pocket to throw it in the garbage. but you simply look at your feet, recalling what he said to you in the car.

“you told me without you, I’d be fucking stranded. remember that? stranded! then you said I can never rank above you because I’m a fucking bitch. that’s what you said, i’m a fucking bitch.”

bakugo sticks his tongue through the skin of his cheek. it hurt. recalling everything he said to you hurt, but not as much as it hurt you.

what he said was immature and disgusting. old high school katsuki would’ve just shrugged his shoulders. but katsuki is an adult now, with a wife who he thought loved him.

“so is it true? you think I’m a bitch? or you don’t want me around anymore so you can work on your career?”

“hell no, y/n. I don’t think you’re a bitch. that was a shitty thing for me to say. I might want to be number one but I want you there with me. please.” he grabs ahold of your hand tightly and you just let him, without holding his back.

“you can’t have both katsuki.”

he snatches his hands back and holds his face. he didn’t want to pick between his career or you — both were important. “you’re seriously gonna make me pick?”

you stare at him with watery eyes.

katsuki clicks his tongue. “y/n..you know I —“ he hesitates. he doesn’t know if he next words are gonna determine his fate with you. “we’ve been working to be heroes since we were fuckin’ kids. it’s been my dream since forever. and I didn’t think I was gonna meet someone like you. you, my beautiful wife that i ended up marrying. I can’t lose you y/n…not now..not when I’m so fucking close.”

you blink. “fuck you, katsuki bakugo. like genuinely fuck you.”

you spin around to go for the door. you couldn’t believe him. actually, you could. he was your husband. at the last second, he snatches your arm and yanks you back. “let me fucking go!”

“y/n!” he yells your name. “don’t do this.”

tears are spilling down your cheeks and you slam the divorce papers at his chest. “what more do you want from me?!” you sob into his arms. “if you’re so fucking close, go! just leave! you never needed me anyway.” you push him again once more and spin in your heel to leave. he crumples the papers in his fist and throws them onto the ground.

“so that’s it?” he yells as his voice is shaky, face wet from crying. you hesitate at the door, hand hovering over the handle. were you about to walk out? walk out on the life you created with him? you sob quietly to yourself and hold your tongue. katsuki waits for an answer. at this point, you already gave it. without saying another word, you walk out and slam the door behind you.

how do we feel 🌚

after the death of your mother in high school, the perfect, sweet image of yourself faded away, and soon, you disappeared from u.a.. several years later, you’ve returned with a hidden vendetta as a villain, vowing for revenge. until your high school boyfriend, now pro-hero, tries to put an end to your rage. will katsuki succeed from letting his childhood lover getting sucked into the villain world, or will it be too late?

authors note: so I’ve had this idea in the drafts for a while but I never executed it because I hate writing series 😩😩 so if this never gets finished, please don’t be mad 🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾plus, this might not have a happy ending 😳

warnings: afab reader (uses she/her pronouns) language (because it’s katsuki), parent death, sexual language/innuendos, you’re a villain, there’s a couple of original characters I implemented in the story (a made up villain who killed your mother and a couple of other heroes I just made up for the sake of this story), your villain name is blackfire (yes like from teen titans), katsuki is kind of in a relationship with an oc? reader falls into a deep depression as a teenager. you have a energy based quirk. not spell checked

“what the fuck?”

what katsuki bakugo expected to see in the agency’s interrogation room wasn’t what he thought would happen in a million years.

moments before, his cellphone rings on the kitchen counter, midoriya’s name flashing on the screen. he’s occupied with the pasta sauce on the stove, stirring it in a clockwise motion. today was supposed to be his day off — but he knows it’s nothing else besides work when midoriya calls.

mei pops up from the couch, half asleep, but awake enough to hear the familiar ringtone. katsuki wanted mei out, but instead, his girlfriend more like fling, was crashed out on his couch. “who is that?” she questions.

“deku.” katsuki huffs, grabbing his phone and pressing the accept button. “what do you want? it’s my fucking day off —“

midoriya sounds frantic on the other line. “yeah I know, I’m sorry but, remember that explosion at that warehouse about a month ago? a couple of ours got injured? and how we never found the culprit behind it?”

katuski remembers. it was a mess, but luckily no one died. “yeah, what about it?”

“well we caught the villain. she um —“

“so book her ass,” katsuki spits. “what, are you not capable of processing a damn villain?”

“no, it’s not that..it’s just not a normal villain.”

katsuki was tired of hearing this mumbling from his friend. he sighs on the phone, trying to think of what kind of villain it would be. “what’dya mean?”

midoriya swallows a lump in his throat.

“it’s y/n.”

bakugo has never flew down to the agency so fast.

he tells mei that it was an emergency down at the agency and that she should stay in the apartment. of course, mei being mei, she gets dressed shortly after katsuki leaves in his hero costume.

once he makes it to the back of the agency, where the interrogations occur, his fists are balled into melons and midoriya is watching through the one way glass with wide eyes. kaminari and sero is watching as well, hands covering their mouth.

katsuki could hear kirishima at least trying to give an interrogation but his method was shit to compared to katsuki’s. bakugo walks through the room ready to go into the interrogation.

“wait kacchan! —“

bakugo ignores midoriya and busts through the room, the door swinging open to see a sight he hadn’t in years.

there you were, a smirk dancing across your lips and eyes lazy and outlined with eyeliner, your wrists are strapped to the table in handcuffs, except metal was surrounded your hands so you were unable to use your quirk. once you see him, the angry blonde that you use to date back in the day. your eyes grow wide slightly but you don’t falter. katsuki’s entire face freezes and his hand tightens on the doorknob.

“hey..bakugo,” kirishima’s face fades. he’s dressed in his red riot gear and cowers slightly at katsuki’s expression. “i was in the middle of the interrogation —“

“get out,” katsuki spits. he honestly doesn’t know what the say, his jaw tightens and his eyes narrow at you.

“i think i should —“

“red riot, get the fuck out.” katsuki can’t lose control, especially not in front of a villain. but you’re not a villain, you’re y/n, his girlfriend. his first girlfriend. his ex. the only relationship that mattered to katsuki.

kirishima doesn’t say anything and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. it’s silent, but katsuki knows the rest of his friends are listening.

“that scar is cute,” you tease, tilting your head slightly. “i think it brings the anger out in your eyes —“

“y/n where the fuck have you been?” katsuki is curious. he wants to be mad, but seeing you like this — aged yet still so beautiful and dressed like a villain, his mind and heart spirals. every time he stares into your eyes, he only could picture the person you used to be.

“it’s not y/n,” you threaten. “i’m blackfire.”

katsuki scoffs and pulls the chair to sit across from you. “blackfire,” he says mockingly. “yeah okay sure. what are you now, some sort of fuckin’ villain? what happened to all those years at u.a., huh? i mean, we thought you fucking died. and now you’re back and you’re called blackfire.”

“i did die,” you lean into his face. “y/n is gone.”

he swears his heart died as he sees your eyes have gone dark, showing no emotion.

katuski stands angrily, flinging the chair causing the legs to clatter on the floor. “shit, do you have any idea how much we went lookin’ for you? got me all worried n’ shit. y’know I couldn’t eat, sleep, fuck, I couldn’t even continue on without knowing where you were. after..after everything that went down —“

rolling your eyes, you look at him viciously. “you looked for me? i thought you didn’t care about anyone but yourself. great explosion murder god cares about his little girlfriend. how adorable.”

katsuki is facing the glass. he can’t see on the other side, except for blackness. but he knows midoriya and everyone else was looking through.

he digs in his pocket and pulls out a crumbled piece of paper. he flings around, causing you to jump a little and unfolds the piece of paper with rushed hands. he holds it in your face. there you were — a smiling, teenage version of you. you were so sweet back then, and katsuki carried a photo of you just like this everywhere he went since that day you went missing. in big, red block letters says ‘missing’ with a short description of you below the image. last seen ten years ago. ten years since you’ve been gone. disappeared when you were sixteen. and now that your back, you’re not the same.

“you see this, huh?!” bakugo is angry, but more sad than angry. “we made these — I made these, when you fuckin’ left. when you fuckin’ left me.” he slams the paper onto the metal table and your eyes are focused on your image, tears beginning to brim in your eyes. you can’t lose it now. keep it together y/n, that isn’t you. you think in your head. “we passed this out across the city. I thought some asshole villain got to you. maybe even killed you. and now I find out you blew up some fuckin’ warehouse in the middle of nowhere? for what? you know some heroes almost died because of you? now we’re out here cleanin’ your mess.”

you stay silent for a moment, eyes not moving from the missing flyer of yourself.

katsuki leans across the table, hands pressed against the table. he stares at you, directly into your eyes with his face formed into a scowl. “you’re gonna tell me exactly what the fuck is going on here, and maybe a judge will give you leniency.”

you lean in as well, a evil smirk on forming on your face. “your girlfriend is cute. what are you, fucking her?”

his face shakes confused. “the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“sideswipe.” you refer to mei through her hero name. you’ve seen the two of them all over the internet. sideswipe and dynamight spotted together at the yearly heroes gala. the sight of katsuki having another girlfriend after swearing to you that your were his one and only, made you sick. but that was in the past.

“mhm, sideswipe. I guess she’s pretty, but I think you can do better.”

bakugo backs off. “you don’t know shit.”

“I know enough.”

just then, the door to the interrogation room swings open to reveal mei, or as you know her, sideswipe. her dark hair falls in curled ringlets over her shoulders and her eyes narrow once she sees you. it’s jealousy.

“y/n l/n,” mei sees you in the chair, her voice lacing with jealousy and viciousness. “katsuki’s told me so much about you.”

you laugh a bit. “oh really? I didn’t think he cared enough about me that I’d carry over to his next relationship. of course, katsuki told me I was his one and only. his first, his last. the one he was supposed to marry.”

you knew that would get under mei’s skin. mei imari was also a student at u.a., class 1-b though. you knew about her behavior. you knew about mei’s entire life and how she came from a rich family and easily worked her way through the hero academy and slowly up the ranks. but for them to be together is what surprised you.

mei’s smirk falls. “fuck you, bitch. I could end you right here, right now.”

mei’s quirk was the ability to produce weapons from her flesh. knives, maces, whatever she could think of. it’s true, she probably could take you. but how would that be fair if you were locked to a table, unable to use your quirk?

“try me once i get out of here, princess,” you tease.

princess. that was katsuki’s name for you in high school. it almost makes him nauseous.

“mei, ignore her. let’s go.” katsuki grabs mei’s forearm and leads her out of the room. her look never leaves you and you smile in a way a villain would.

katsuki shuts the door behind him, seeing everyone’s shocked expressions on their faces. that interrogation went terribly.

“well, that went to shit quick,” sero comments.

katsuki ignores him. “I want her ass expedited to the highest level security prison. if we all remember, y/n is fuckin’ smart and has a powerful quirk. we don’t know what kinda shit she picked up on the streets. I want everyone to report to me when her ass gets out of control. I want tabs on her at all times.”

everyone nods. sidekicks beside him included. as everyone disperses, with mei leaving katsuki’s side, midoriya grabs bakugo’s shoulder.

“hey, kacchan, are you alright?”

he shrugs him off. “tch, why wouldn’t I be? she’s a villain now. if she wants to play villain, we treat her like one.”

katsuki walks away with his heavy boots stomping onto the ground. as he marches down the hallway, looks from sidekicks and heroes never leave him. deep down, katsuki knew the old you was in there somewhere. and to be honest, he wasn’t okay.

WOW. that was a lottt. I’m thinking about turning this into a series, but lmk your thoughts!!! strap in, this is going to be a crazy, emotional story 😳

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author’s note: thanks guys for all the support on the other parts!! I will be releasing a part 4 which will be an alternate ending to this story 😳 not sure if I’m gonna come back to this app and write but I’m just clearing out some drafts. reposts are appreciated!!!!

in case you missed it, read part 1 and 2!!

warnings: fem! reader (she/her pronouns), some sexual language, reader is a pro hero, a lot of tears, angst, language yadayada

PART I PART II

last edited: 2.16.25

over the next week, the thought of katsuki’s words continued to swirl in your mind. you knew katsuki had changed over the years, slowly maturing into the person he is today. perhaps he wanted to fix the relationship, to heal what the two of you had.

even as you got ready for the evening, you couldn’t stop checking your phone. hey if you want to talk, I’m still here. you blinked at your phone. you of course argued with katuski before, but nothing to the point where the two of you had separated. maybe he was sincere and maybe you were ready.

you admired yourself in the mirror, a sleek black dress hugging your frame and shimmering gold jewelry adorning your body with your hair and makeup done. you and mina were going out with the rest of the girls from old class 1a; tsuyu, toru, ochaco, momo, and kyoka. there was a nice restaurant downtown that they all had wanted to try and the dress code was fancy, so black dress it was.

“you ready? you look so good!” mina says as she comes in from downstairs. she wore a skintight black dress with a flowing sheer material that hugged her legs.

“thanks. yeah, I am but…”

“but what?”

it was your husband. you knew bakugo was bad at speaking his mind with words, you’ve always known that since high school. but you knew he really wanted to see you, but didn’t know what he wanted to say. you sucked in a sharp breath. “you know what, i’ll just take the train separately. I have to run home first.”

“oh,” mina looks down. “ohhhh.” then her face brightens up. “it’s bakugo, right?”

“yeah,” you scratch your neck.

“it’s something he said earlier. he really wants to fix this. I want to too. I miss him.”

“well go get your man girl! catch a dick! just let me know if you’re gonna swing by the restaurant.” you’re halfway on your way out the door, giggling at mina’s statement. “alright!”

…

this had to be done.

the guilt was eating at you. you were standing firm on your feelings about the situation, the fact that you felt abandoned and that katsuki cared about his career more than you. but after some thought, you believed his feelings were also valid.

the entire time you walked up to your shared home, your heart was pounding. you weren’t scared of him, but the argument you had made you think twice about who katsuki really was. you hesitantly texted him that you were on your way, wanting to talk. he replied with a simple alright and you were en route to your home.

as you make it up to your floor, your shaky hands dig in your purse of the keys. the entire argument played in your head over and over again. I fucking love you, y/n!

you loved him too.

even thought it felt like you could breath, you persevered into your home. you push open the door to be met with cold air. the apartment is silent and the door shuts behind you with a heavy slam. you don’t call out, but hear the water shutting off in the bedroom bathroom. he was here.

katsuki comes out of the bedroom only wearing a black compression shirt and shorts. you figured he’d just gotten back from the gym and had taken a shower, since his blonde hair was now darker in color and still dripping wet. “hey,” he’s the first to speak. he scans your form up and down as you still stand by the door. he looks better at least; not as tired looking and he stopped the binge drinking. the beer bottles were cleaned up and everything looked in order. “you look nice.”

“thanks,” you whisper and begin taking your heels off. you figured you would be here a while. but if things got heated, you could rush out and still have enough time to compose yourself before meeting up the the girls. “we need to talk.”

he nods and stands put, crossing his arms over his chest. that pose intimidates you, makes you nervous. you take a seat at the bar, swiveling in the barstool. “first and foremost, let’s get one thing clear. if you ever call me a bitch again, I swear to god I’m leaving you.”

his eyes lower. “that’s fair.”

“and second,” your breath is shaking and you twiddle your thumbs. “I want to say that I’m sorry katsuki. I’m so sorry.”

he’s stunned. “y/n —“

“hold on. I need to say this.”

you proceed, clearing your throat.

“I’ve been thinking and I realize that I’ve been mad for a while, maybe for the wrong things without really realizing what I have. a husband that loves me and takes care of me but I also have husband that isn’t around as much and leaves me to run things by myself at the agency.”

your breathing is unstable and tears begin to reach the brim of your eyes. you didn’t want to ruin your makeup, but it was bound to happen.

“but I love you, katsuki. and I’m really sorry that I ever questioned your love for me. and I just really want things to be back like how they used to be. where we were a team and actually talked to each other. we both have our personal goals and we’re both pro heroes but I think we can still be a married couple with those goals, right?”

katsuki is silent. his arms fall to his sides and he comes towards you once he sees you beginning to break down. “I’m just really sorry, katsuki.”

katsuki engulfs you in a hug and you cry onto his shoulder. he’s scared to even touch you and hesitantly lays his hands on your hips. all he could imagine was how scared you looked when he yelled at you and all the rage he felt when you were screaming at him.

“hey don’t cry,” he pulls back and wipes the tears that fall down your face. “what the fuck are you sorry for? I’m the one who called you a…a bitch. that was fucked up, y/n. im the asshole.”

“no, kat..I realized that,” you sigh and sit on the barstool in front of the kitchen island. he follows you to stand in between your legs, with his large hands finding comfort on your thighs. “I realized that our jobs can keep us apart for some time..I was just angry cause, I feel like I don’t see you anymore. we rarely hang out like we used to. and when you come home, you’re exhausted or when I come home, I’m exhausted and our schedules aren’t the same. even though we’re at the same agency. I should’ve just talked to you first before…asking you if you love me. and going off the rails like that.”

katsuki furrows his brows. “y/n, stop…I was being an idiot. you were right, maybe I’m obsessed with being at the top. yeah, I really want to be fucking number one, I always have. but, I didn’t realize I was loosin’ you too. fuck, I didn’t realize I was a shitty husband, loosin’ my wife along the way. and shit…I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.” he grabs you again and pulls you into his arms, smelling that sweet perfume he bought you on your anniversary. you hug him, so gently and feeling some tears of his on your back. “fuck, I’m so sorry. just please don’t leave me, I swear I’ll make this right. I take back everything I said.” his voice is cracking. he doesn’t want to cry in front of you, even though you’ve seen him cry many times before.

he pulls back to stare at you. “just promise me you won’t leave me, alright? just please, I can’t lose you. not after everything we’ve been through.” you swear you see a few tears rolling down his cheeks. he’s holding onto your hands with so much strength, you swear your fingers are going to break.

you can tell he’s getting desperate. the worry in his eyes makes his irises shiver and the tears flood from the brim of his eyes. “kat, I can’t promise anything. I mean, i love you and I don’t want to leave you. but if something happens in the future where we fight like this again…you won’t leave me with much of a choice.” you sniffle and look down in your lap.

“how about this,” he starts, wiping his wet face. “I take a couple weeks off. I’ll start communicating, taking some time away from all the missions and we can go back to how it used to be? but shit, if I’m gonna hold off on my career, then you have to meet me halfway.”

suppose katuski was right. you nod and wipe your own tears. “okay..I’ll take some time off too. and you don’t have to always check in with me about what missions you can and cannot take. I don’t want to control you or be a distraction.”

he shakes his head. “y/n, what? I know what I said before, and it was fucked up. but listen princess, you’re never a distraction to me. you’re the best fuckin’ thing that’s ever happened to me. when I go out there, kickin’ those villains asses, I think of you, alright? comin’ home to see you, hear your voice, to hold you. no job will ever get in the way of that.”

you bite your lip. many people never see this side of katsuki, but you’re lucky enough to where he’s able to do it with you.

you pull him into a hug, holding him so tight that you’re afraid that he might let you go. he holds you too, just as gentle, and buries his face into the crook of your shoulder.

“I’m really glad that i have you, katsuki.”

“shit, I’m really glad that you’re still with my ass after all these years.” silence wafts between you two and you wipe your tears. then, you look at him before punching him in his shoulder.

“ah what the fuck?” he winces and touches his arm gently.

“I’m still kind of mad at you.” you punch him again. “if you call me a bitch again, we’re done.” you say in between sniffles.

“so you’ve said. but in all seriousness, I’m so sorry, princess.”

“I guess I can be kind of bitchy anyway,” you snicker but katuski looks even more hurt, lowering his head. “so we’re good?” you then ask.

“I’m good if you’re good.”

that warms your heart. you move out from the barstool and begin taking your jewelry off. it’s way past 8 and you’re in no mood to meet up with your friends at the restaurant. you reach to grab your phone to shoot a quick message to mina, saying that you won’t be coming.

“so,” katsuki perks your interest. “are you stayin’ here?”

“well I was. but all my stuff is at mina’s. and her place is on the the other side of town. I could just stay over there another night and come back in the morning.”

katsuki shrugs. “as long as you come back to me.”

you smile. “of course.”

you impulsively rub your ring finger, still realizing that you never got it back from the other night. “hey kat, do you still have my ring?”

he looks up and digs in his pocket. “I thought you’d never ask for it back.” he rubs the sparky diamond band in between his fingers before you hold your hand out. he grabs your hand and begins to slid it on.

as he’s admiring the rock on your hand, katsuki then grins, shaking his head. “you know what that idiot kirishima said to me? in order to make up, we should have sex.”

you scoff. “oh really?”

“yeah. it’s pretty dumb.”

“well if you think you’re getting some, you’re definitely wrong.”

katsuki then moves to circle his arm over your shoulder, moving you towards your shared bedroom that has been vacant for weeks. “figured, but as long as I have you back, then I’m all good.”

and you were good too.

ngl, i probably wouldn’t have taken katuski back after that argument ☠️ but anyway,,,,,WE MADE IT!!! thank you all for all the support for my first series <333 I’m releasing a mini chapter next of an alternate ending of the finale so stay tuned <3 (btw tumblr was acting so weird with tags and wouldn’t let me tag some of you!!)

authors note: thank you everyone that supported part one!!! I tagged everyone who voted yes for part two. my entire account is under construction and I’m currently in the process of putting the masterlist back together. how do we feel about this series???? lmk your thoughts!!!

warnings: language (bc it’s katsuki), slightly suggestive with mentions of raw sex, kirishima has an unnamed non-cannon girlfriend, binge drinking, reader got called a b!tch in part one, fem! reader (uses she/her prns) who’s a pro (hero name or quirk not specified). not spell checked. PART ONE NOW AVAILABLE!!!!!!

last edited 2.16.25

PART I

it had been at least a week since your fiery argument with katsuki. he called the next day after you left and left a string of messages, with none of them even hinting at an apology.

y/n where are you?

are you coming in today?

can we talk?

you didn’t answer his calls or his texts and even turned your location off. you were a pro as well but since you an katsuki both owned the agency, you didn’t have to answer to him and simply stopped coming in. mina luckily let you stay over at her loft apartment and let you sleep in her bed, sulking with bakugo’s hurtful words ringing through your ears.

“you can be such a little bitch sometimes.”

“I do it all for you, y/n!”

that hurt

maybe he was right. you were being selfish. but katsuki didn’t even consider your feelings. that feeling that left you scared after he screamed in your face, making you cower away like a small child. you loved him for sure, and wanted to prove that to him by trying to convince him to stay at home more, but of course, he had better ambitions. katsuki’s dream was to become the number one hero in japan ever since high school. and what makes you think his little wife would get in the way of that?

so you found refuge at mina’s house. she didn’t know much about the situation, except the fact the two of you got into an argument and weren’t talking. it gotten to the point the entire friend group made a group chat without the two of you to discuss what had transpired.

bakusquad without bakugo + y/n 😳

[mina] wtf is going on with bakugo and y/n??

[sero] shiii idk but he’s acting weird asf

[kaminari] HE’S DRINKING!!!! HE NEVER DRINKSSS

[mina] what did he say to her??? she’s CRYING!!!

[kirishima] guys im genuinely concerned. ill be at their place later but its not looking good.

but after a week, almost two, without talking to your husband. you rot in mina’s place until you figure out the next move for yourself.

“I’m home!!!” mina shouts as she walks into her loft apartment, carrying a bag of food in her hand. she removes her sunglasses and sets the bag of takeout on the kitchen counter. “y/n?” she calls.

mina slowly ventures up the stairs to find you laid out on her bed and grabs your foot to shake you. “hey, have you gotten up today? it’s noon.”

in fact you did get up to shower and brush your teeth, as well as change your clothes just to get back in the bed. you shut your phone off and twist over to be met with her smiling face. “I brought some food from that restaurant you like downtown.” she sits on the edge on the bed with her face turning sour. mina looks concerned. your face is flushed out, eyes stained red and heavy bags underneath them from crying and the lack of sleep. the skin of your lips cracked and blistered from biting them out of nervousness. you wonder how katsuki is but deep in your heart, all you say is fuck you katsuki bakugo. “y/n you look like shit. have you…said anything to —“

you shake your head. you already know what she’s going to say. “no, I haven’t. I plan on going in tomorrow anyways. I need to go home and get more stuff.” you swing your legs over the bed to stand and mina stands with you.

mina grabs your shoulders to force you to look at her. “y/n, you need to talk to him. he’s your husband for fuck’s sake. you love him, right? whatever the hell happened between the two of you needs to stop. it’s bugging me the fuck out.”

you sigh. she’s right but you don’t want to listen. you sit back on the bed, rubbing your face in your hands. “well I can’t just stop this, mina. fuck him. you know what he said to me? he said I’m below him and I can never rank above him because I’m a bitch. a bitch. that’s all I am.”

mina sits beside you. her face dropped at what she heard. “y/n —“

“I gave this relationship my all,” your eyes begin to water which burns the rim of your lashes. your cried the entire night, thinking about what you said to him and what you should’ve said. “we went to u.a together and I’m just as good a pro as he is. I mean, what the fuck? he called me a distraction, a selfish brat! I mean who does he think he is??”

mina sucks in a breath and takes your hands in hers. “he’s your husband, y/n. and yeah, he’s a fucking asshat and I’ll break his fucking legs when I see him.”

you let out a snicker and wipe your eyes from the tears that roll down your face. “but I think the two of you need to understand each other. talk this through. shit, it’s bugging me that the two of you are even at this position. I want you guys to get better, you’re my friends.”

jumping up from your seat, you grab your phone and rush down the stairs to grab your shoes. “y/n! where’re you going?” mina shouts from the top level.

“I’ll be back later,” you murmur as you grasp onto the door handle. “just put my food in the fridge.” you leave out the apartment with only silence flooding through.

….

“bro, you love her right?”

the angry blonde manspreads on the couch. it’s around 12:20 in the afternoon. you haven’t answered any of his calls or texts, he doesn’t know where you are but he thinks you’re at mina’s. he hates the taste of alcohol and rarely drinks, but today, he drowns his second beer with kirishima watching beside him.

bakugo has barely slept since your argument. he tried going to work but kept lashing out on other heroes, even civilians without noticing his anger was still pent up from the other night. eijiro suggested he take the rest of the week off, or until the two of you can fix whatever happened. he barely told kirishima what the argument consisted of except that; “I was being an ass to her.”

you don’t give a fuck about the people under you, just if you make it out on top

ouch.

eijiro slaps a hand on his chest in which katsuki jolts. “bakugo. do you love her?”

katsuki looks at him with tired red eyes. “yeah. I do. I love her a lot.”

“okay then what the hell are you waiting for? tell her that!” katuski sets his beer bottle on the coffee table and rests his elbows on his knees, sliding to the edge of the couch.

“I did! but she won’t fucking listen to me.” the blonde stands and throws both of his hands up in exasperation while running one hand through his blonde spikes. eijiro stands beside him. “okay..what did you say to her?”

it pains him to even think about all the stuff he said to you. “fuck I…I said she’s selfish cause doesn’t realize all the stuff I do for her. and I said I have to be away cause I’m a fuckin’ pro. I basically called her worthless and inferior to me. then I called her a bitch —“

eijiro deadpans with his wide eyes blinking rapidly. “you called your girl a bitch, bro?”

katsuki groans loudly. “i said she was acting like a bitch.” seeing that didn’t change kirishima’s expression, katsuki sits back down with his head in his hands. “whatever, i fucked up like I always do. I’m just a shitty person.”

kirishima sits beside him, with his hand on his shoulder. “you’re not…you’re not a shitty person. yeah, you said some shitty things but..y/n loves you. otherwise, she wouldn’t have put up with your ass all these years! do you show her you love her?”

katsuki throws his hands. “I do! I mean we got this place together, I mean, I buy her nice things. I take her out —“

“not material things, bro. I mean, have you ever looked her in the eye and told you that you love her? that you appreciate her?”

katsuki flicks through his mind. he remembers the first time he ever told you he loved you. it was hard for him to even say it. but the two of you were alone, outside the ua dorms all those years ago and staring at the sky. he tilted his head toward you as he lays on his back to watch the stars. he stares at your perfect face with his vermillion eyes, filled with love and softness.

the two of you at the point had been dating for about seven months. you were his first girlfriend, and it took all his emotions to get himself together about telling you. you thought he was playing with your feelings since you were crazy about him. but in reality, he was waiting for the perfect moment.

“hey, don’t get sappy about this shit but…I love you.”

you were cheeky, rolling yourself over to sit on his abdomen. you lean down with his head between your arms and the both of you have grins on your faces. “I know you do.” he pinches your thigh. “hey! but I love you too, katuski bakugo.” you close the gap with a passionate kiss.

the memory floods as bakugo returns to reality. “yeah, I have.” bakugo flickers his attention back up at kirishima.

“okay! your time to say it again, is overdue. and say it passionately, with love. not some half assed saying.”

the air gets silent for a moment before kirishima adjusts his position on the couch before pipping up the next question. “hey uh…when’s the last time you guys…y’know.” katuski bats harsh eyes at him. “had sex?”

bakugo leans back before scoffing. “fuck off, man.”

“I’m asking this in a serious way! not a weird perverted manner.”

“well I’m not telling you.”

“probably been a while, right? with the busy schedules?”

“fuck off.”

“and I don’t mean any of that quickie bullshit! I mean, real, passionate, raw —“

“okay, what’s yer fuckin’ point?”

“my point is…you need to show her that she’s not some..extra. she’s your wife. you can show her that you love her by having sex with her, but you also need to spend time with her. I know the two of you are kick ass pros..but when’s the last time you took her out on a date? showed her you really cared? and you didn’t talk about hero work? you know what works be me and my girl? I let her talk. I let her tell me what’s on her mind. let her relax. without insulting her. plus I actually listen to what she has to say.”

“yeah but she said some pretty fucked up shit to me too,” katuski spits, his face turning from soft and relaxed back to an angry scowl. “where’s my apology in that?”

kirishima sighs. “yeah, the two of you may have said some hurtful words. but just talk to her. apologize to her. show her that you really care.”

on cue, the door jingles signaling that someone’s try to unlock it. katsuki’s stomach drops. “oh,” kirishima speaks and the two guys stand up. you pop in the front door, shocked to see the two familiar faces standing there. you figured the two of them were out, so you could have the apartment to yourself as you pack more things. but your tone turns bitter as you see your husband.

you want to scream at him, slap him, cuss him out. but you wait, maybe even to hear what he has to say.

“hey, y/n,” the redhead speaks first and leans in for a hug which you gladly accept. you look at bakugo to see hurt in his eyes. you look away, feeling that pit of anger in your stomach. you hate to admit, but you really missed him. especially the way he smells, he holds you and kisses you.

“you know, I think I’m going to head out,” kirishima breaks the silent and begins to put on his shoes. call me later, bro.” kirishima slides out and the door shuts behind him.

“i’m just here to get some more clothes. I’ll be at work tomorrow and I’ll finish the reports about that villain from last week,” you break the silence and move past him to the bedroom. you open the drawers and begin swapping out the used clothes for new ones and adding more to your sleepover pile. you noticed katuski was standing in the doorframe with his bulky body leaning against it. he was wearing a black tank top and sweats, showing off his bulging tanned muscles and the battle scars across his skin. ugh, he was tempting you, not intentionally, but it definitely felt like it. he scratched his head and folded his arms across his chest. “you busy tonight? I was thinkin’ we go out.”

you actually were. he must’ve forgot that you told him some weeks ago you were hanging out with the girls from old class 1a. plus, the pain still lingered. the last thing you needed was arguing in some restaurant.“yeah I am, I’m hanging out with the girls.”

was this code for seeing other people? were the two of you at that stage? katsuki felt his heart pang. “oh..well, when can I see you?”

you slam the door and start folding the clothes that are laid out on the bed. “I’ll be at the agency tomorrow —“

“nah, before that?” he steps towards you, his tall frame hanging over your own height. your breath is caught in your throat. god you miss him. the way his vermillion eyes loom down at you with such adoration. he’s hurt. the two of you are. but you can’t bring yourself to talk, not right now. his hand slips onto your forearm and tries to lean down to kiss you. you can’t. you tug away and move to the bed to lay stuff in your duffle bag.

“y/n, can we —“ he reaches out again for you put you move away.

you’re first to spit. “don’t fucking touch me, just…don’t.”

katsuki sits on the bed away from you as you hold the bag in your hands. you stare at him. he looks terrible, but you still didn’t forget about what he said to you. “y/n, what do you want from me?” he speaks with an annoyed tone. “I’m-I’m trying. I’m trying to fix this, just please.”

“we can’t just put a bandaid on it, bakugo.”

“don’t call me that.”

“don’t call me a bitch.”

his tongue pokes his inner cheek. that was out of line, even for him.

“all i want is you, katsuki.” your voice begins to crack. he hates to see you cry, you hate crying in front of him. “that’s all i ever wanted since high school. but you just can’t see that.” you sling your bag over your shoulder and make your way out. he can’t let you go that easy. he follows behind you and grabs your forearm and pulls you back to him.

you jolt and open your mouth to speak, but his grip his strong enough to hold you. you made it clear that you didn’t want him touching you, but you let it slide. “y/n I….really fucking miss you. I just…”

you look a him with worry. you want to hear what he says. what is it?

“where’ve you been stayin’?” oh.

“uh, mina’s.”

“okay.” his grip on your forearm loosens. “I wanna let you know that…fuck, I really want this to work out. I don’t..” he’s bad with words and he really doesn’t want to tear up in front of you, not right now. “I don’t want us to end.” he signals a finger between the two of you. opening his palm, he holds the diamond ring you threw onto the ground a few days ago. “take this back. i want you to have it, you should—“

you give a light smile towards him and fold his palm back into a fist. “I can’t… I’ll let you know when we can meet up? okay?” he nods and you walk out without any other words exchanged.

part 3 in the drafts and possibly an alternate ending coming through. lmk if yall want it 🤭

last updated: 04.23.26

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SERIES

[angst] I’D DO ANYTHING FOR YOU — in which y/n and katsuki get into their first real fight over their career.

PART I PART II PART III + ALTERNATE ENDING

[angst] HIM & I — you’re a villain who has gone down a dark path and seeks revenge on those who’ve wronged you. can bakugo stop your reign of terror before it’s too late?

PART I

SHORTS

SAVED — bakugo saves you from a creep at the gym

— bnha

— aot

this post is currently UNDER CONSTRUCTION (links may be broken)

authors note: so I don’t really write anymore and haven’t in years. but I had this in my drafts and I think it’s lowkey tea so why not post it??

warnings: angstttt to the T, argument, language ofc, fem! reader, reader gets called a b!tch. reader is a pro hero (hero name or quirk is not specified), katsuki being mean asf and this isn’t spell checked either so

reblogs appreciated!!

at first the night was fun; having dinner with work friends, dressing nice and people complimenting your work in the field at the heroes gala. you enjoyed yourself — a drink in your hand and your husband, katsuki at your side. but now it seems like your mood went all sour.

you and katsuki had been together since high school and got married three years ago. now you’re both pro heroes ranking high in the ranks but it seems like your jobs drove you two apart. katsuki took jobs away for months at a time which left you to run the agency you guys shared. as soon as one ended, he picked up another one. he’d call you almost every night to update you or tell you he’d be home soon but now, your phone was silent on many nights and you were left in the house all by yourself.

“you have fun?” he breaks the silence and you look out the window to see lights buildings flashing by. your arms were resting on your lap, nails picking at the stray ends on the edge of your black dress. you shrug. “yeah I did.”

the car slows to a red light and katsuki’s foot rests on the break of his porsche. his hand slides to your thigh and your arms are now folded across your chest. his hand rests in between your legs, rubbing exposed skin. “so what’s wrong? why you all quiet n’ frownin’ n’ shit?” he knows you all too well, knowing that just by you sitting there with no expression means something is up. he expected for you to be rowdy and talkative since you had many glasses of alcohol. but it seems like you were tired and ready for bed.

“no reason,” you shake your head and the car starts up again and katsuki is pressing on the gas to go. at the party, you overheard your husband talking with one of his superiors regarding him taking another three to six month mission away from home. they could’ve asked you to go but katsuki would’ve had a fit and you’d change your mind. besides, the rest of the heroes want him. you were good and popular but everyone loved your husband. he was stronger, faster, and much more efficient. plus, he’d never say no to a mission when it would push him higher in the ranks.

katsuki removes his hand from your legs and focuses his attention on the road. “nah, somethin’s up with you. but fine, fuck it then, don’t tell me.” he shrugs and the car goes silent again.

you suck in a sharp breath and bounce your leg. “do you love me, katsuki?” you ask and he quickly snaps his head in your direction.

maybe asking that was a mistake. katsuki is silent at first but then grips onto the steering wheel to control himself. he was seconds away from lashing out, but he knows he shouldn’t yell with you. “what?” he’s stunned. “fuck you mean? of course I fuckin’ love you, i’d do anything for you.” he scoffs. he’s actually offended that you’d ask him a question you already know the answer to. katsuki takes care of you, protects you and is always by your side. and you have the audacity to ask him if he loves you. “y/n, hey.” he pokes your thigh and makes a turn which means you’re getting closer to home. “what’s your problem? why you askin’ me dumb questions?”

you suck in another breath. your eyes start to get glassy with tears and your voice begins to crack. “then why are you taking another mission, huh?” he relaxes in his seat. “if you fucking love me, then you wouldn’t be leaving me again.”

“so you heard that, huh?” he questions. the conversation was supposed to be private — but not private enough where you, of all people, could hear it. “and the hell you mean i’m leavin’ ya? i’m sittin’ here right by your side, ain’t i?” you scoff shaking your head.

“that’s not what I mean,” you snap. “y-you always do this! you leave for months then you come back and I barely get to see you, then you leave again!”

katsuki sighs, already over this whole conversation. “but you know this. it comes with the job —“

“well fuck the job!” you scream, slamming you fist on the console of the car. “what about me, suki?” tears dribble down your cheeks which stain your makeup and you lean back with your arms folded. he expects you to know the cost of having a relationship as a pro hero but it seemed like you were past that. “it seems like you care more about this damn job that me.” you pout and look out the window once more.

katsuki clicks his tongue. “here we go with that cryin’ shit.” he was now heated. he grips the steering wheel, tight and he nears closer to your shared home. “i’m starting to get real fuckin’ sick and tired of your little ‘tude. you know the shit I do pays for the house and pays to take care of you, right? without me, you’d be fuckin’ stranded.”

“stranded? so you’re saying I’d be nothing without you?” your body unfolds and snaps to his side and you point to your chest as you speak loudly. “what a big fucking ego you have. i’m a pro too, you realize that?” you laugh a bit, scoffing some more as you realize how cocky your husband is. “you don’t give a fuck about the people under you, just if you make it to the top,” you mumble, thinking he wouldn’t hear but he does.

“what’s wrong with you, huh? you know, you’re a selfish fucking brat sometimes. you always want everything your way and you act like this when you don’t get what you want. but guess fucking what princess, not everything is goddamn about you!” he was now yelling at the top of his lungs which made you even more angry. “there’s other people in the world that need my attention more you do.”

you weren’t done, even though you should’ve stopped with how much you were crying and how angry you were. “well i’m sorry for actually giving a fuck about you, katsuki! this isn’t healthy, this obsession with you trying to make it to the top. you can’t be the best a everything, bakugo!” your hands were flailing around in anger and the use of his last name really made his blood boil. the car started to roll up to your apartment which was gated and secluded.

katsuki pulls up, making angry twists and turns in the car. “you can be a little fucking bitch sometimes,” he spits. “that’s probably why you can never rank above me in the ranks. always fucking behind me.” his voice was laced with venom and he puts the car in park, his chest rising heavy with anger. you sit there, eyes watering and speechless. katsuki has never raised his voice at you this loud and has never said such harsh words. you blink a few times in disbelief and grab your purse that rests at your feet. “fuck this,” you murmur before swinging the door open and slamming it shut. katsuki is raging and doesn’t take back what he says. he jumps out the car to follow you inside, his feet stomping heavy behind you. you march up the stairs to your apartment and fiddle with the keys to get it open. katsuki stands a few stairs below you and outstretches his arms, his bow tie undone and strewn across his neck. “so that’s it? you have a tantrum and now you have nothing to fuckin’ say?” you ignore him and he follows you up the stairs. you try shutting the door but he catches it with his foot.

when you step inside, you’re greeted with cold air and tears running down your cheeks. you grab your shoes and throw them on the floor as you walk toward the bedroom the two of you share to grab a bag to pack your things. “y/n,” katsuki stands at the door, calling your name in a stern tone. “so that’s it? you just about to run away?”

you’re now taking off your jewelry and manage to unzip yourself to climb out of your dress. you let it pool at your feet and you leave it piled on the floor and find more comfortable clothes to wear. you grab a pair of leggings and a t shirt and begin putting it on. “i’m not running, i’m just getting the hell away from you until you apologize.”

the audacity you had sometimes. he scoffs. “until i apologize?! you the one that fucking started it!” you ignore him again and find clothes in your drawers to throw into your bag. “well you’re the one that called me a bitch, katsuki.” you spin around to face him. “i’m supposed to be your wife,” your voice hitches in your throat as tears fill the brim once more. “we’re supposed to be partners and goddamn equals but you run off to gain popularity. and what about me? you’re just gonna — fucking leave me to run the agency while you go off saving the world. I can’t do this by myself, i-i need you.”

katsuki just stands there. “there you go again doin’ that selfish bullshit,” he spits. “i am home when i can be. but the world doesn’t revolve around just you, y/n.” you sigh and it seems like you’re not getting anywhere with him. you grab your bag and swing it over your shoulder and make your way to the door. “where the fuck are you goin’?” he follows you out and down the stairs where you’re putting your shoes on.

“i can’t fucking do this, not anymore,” you mumble. “you chose your damn career over me! you leave when you don’t have to and I can’t take it!”

katsuki rolls his eyes. he tries for you and maybe he was a bit obsessed with his job because it was his passion. but you were just as important as his career was. “i’m not choosing my job over you, babe,” he raises his voice but doesn’t yell to startle you again. “i fucking love you!”

“well it seems like you —“

you jump at katsuki’s next move as he slams his fist on the counter and veins pop through his skin. “i fucking love you, y/n!” he yells, screaming at the top of his lungs. his skin is flushed red and his fists are balled. you jump, chest heaving and mouth agape as he steps closer to you, inches away from your face. “i’d do anything for you, y/n. yeah, i’m not around that much anymore but i’m doing it for you!” his brows are pinched together and he looks down upon you as you look you. “I can’t babysit you at the agency, I can’t come home all the time for dinner and how the fuck do you think I feel when I see you out there risking your life and gone for a long ass time while I’m stuck at home? huh?!” you blink away tears as he’s inches away from you, yelling with such force. “but if you wanna leave, fine, fuck it. i love you but if you’re gonna make me pick between my career and you, then just go. i don’t need anymore goddamn distractions.”

he almost had you back. but you let out a puff of hot air, speechless as you grab your bag and car keys and head out. before you fully exit, you pull off the diamond ring that rests in your finger, the one that he gave you three years ago, throwing it onto the ground. it slams against the floor with a clattering sound and you pull the door shut. it rings out through the apartment and you rush out, tears leaving your eyes and down your cheeks.

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