Falling out of love... (Bakugo Katsuki)
K so here's some angsttttt before the kirishima phone seggs lmao anywho yee ive been wanting to write this for a while because ive had the idea in me brain for sooooo long but i finally did it eek
Tags -> @5sosfckss @laudthingcat <3
“Why are you still with him?”
“Well, he helps me.”
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“Katsuki could you please for once help me out?!” You shouted from the laundry room as you kneeled down on the cold tile floor trying to fix the pipes that just won’t stop leaking. You groaned out of frustration when there was no response. “Can you please get your ass up and help me?!” Now that got his attention and you stood up, patiently waiting as his heavy footsteps grew closer and closer until he was standing in the doorway.
“Why can’t you do it by your fucking self?”
“I obviously can’t! That’s why I’m asking you!” Your face grew hot and there was a dull throb in the back of your head. You really didn’t want to have another argument over something so small. Bakugo rolled his eyes and muttered something about you being so dramatic before pushing past you to kneel down where you previously were.
“Go lay down or some shit I can’t concetrate with you in here.” You exhaled out of your nose, you were on the brink of tears and so you opted for leaving the house entirely. You wanted to let him have his space.
“Why are you still with him?”
“He says he loves me.”
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“You never tell me you love me anymore,” you whispered. Your shared bedroom was quiet as Bakugo got ready for bed. You laid down, watching him as he took his shirt off and tossed it to the side. He said nothing, looking at his phone as he made his way to the bed. You scooted over a little to make space for him as he got under the covers. “I love you ‘suki…” There was no reply. And after a little while you said it again.
“I love you too godammit” Bakugo muttered as he turned away from you. “I don’t fucking understand why I need to tell you every five minutes.” You stared at his back, not really knowing what to say. But soon enough you turned away and closed your eyes, trying to fall asleep before the tears started falling.
“Why are you still with him?”
“I don’t even know anymore…”
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“WHY DO YOU TREAT ME LIKE THIS?!” You shouted from across the room. Hot tears were streaming down your face as Bakugo ignored you, putting his shoes on and getting ready for work. “What have I done so wrong for you to treat me like absolute shit?” Bakugo scoffed, stomping his boots on before glaring at you.
“Well I have to go out and protect the city! I have to go out on nightly patrols. And I have to come home to you constantly nagging me about not giving you affection! When the fuck did you become so needy?” Your fists were clenched and your throat felt like you had swallowed barbed wire. You were tired of the fighting. You were tired of the screaming. You were tired of not feeling loved.
“I have my needs too, Katsuki! You expect me to stay home and wait on you when you come home. Do you ever think about what I want?” Your legs felt weak and honestly you just wanted to sleep and avoid your relationship problems like the both of you always do.
“Who the fuck makes the money Y/n? While you sit your ass at home doing some online classes for some useless ass job. You don’t do shit.”
“Do you love me Katsuki?” You asked, it was your final question, your final argument.
“What?” he asked, his gaze softened for a second before hardening once again to that menacing glare you hate.
“I asked if you love me.”
“I- I’ve got to get to the agency...bye,” and he left without another word. Leaving you alone and misserable once again.
“Why are you still with him?”
“...I’m not.”
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“Bakugo, I can’t keep doing this,” you said. It was a rare peaceful moment between the two of you. You guys were sitting on opposite ends of the couch while the news played on the t.v and you browsed through your phone. You couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t take the constant anxiety, the constant stress of just wanting some affection. You didn’t want to deal with this anymore.
“Do what?” He asked, not even taking his eyes off of the television. You sat up and looked at him with watery eyes.
“I can’t date you anymore. I can’t do this. I’ll go move in with a friend,” You got up from the couch to walk to your bedroom to pack your belongings when his voice rang through the hall.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” He looked at you with eyes blown wide and his jaw clenched. You nodded at him before continuing to your room, ignoring his footsteps as they followed you. “What the fuck do you mean you’re leaving? You can’t leave-”
“And why not? I have every goddamn right to leave your shitty ass,” your words came out sharp and he could tell that you were done. That you had finally snapped. He watched as you packed a small suitcase with just the bare essentials and some clothes. His mouth was open from shock and his head was running at one hundred miles an hour. But you walked past him, with your head hung low so he couldn’t see you cry. You wouldn’t let him see you hurt anymore.
As you walked out that door for the final time you heard sniffles coming from inside. But with one deep breath you closed the door and never looked back.
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sorry not sorry :P
