Bakugou x Female!Singer | Word Count : 1734 | Published 9/17/21

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It was another fight. The third one in a week. Your boyfriend of three years Bakugou Katsuki had come home late again leaving you to stay up worried.

“Katsuki, this is the same bullshit over and over again!” You screamed at the top of your lungs while pointing a finger at his chest.

“Jesus Christ, can you leave it alone tonight? I had a rough night and I just want to sleep without your bitching.” He said, pushing right past you, and ignoring what you had just said.

“No we have to talk about it. Every time I try to talk about it you just brush me off, we need to communicate!” You said, turning back to follow him.

“No what I need is for you to stop fucking nagging me! I have work! In case you forgot I’m the number two hero! I literally save people for a living.” He said crossing his arms staring down at you. He had a scowl on his face, crimson eyes set ablaze.

You frown slightly. “Of course your job is important Katsu, I never said it wasn’t. But you have to understand that I can’t just wait up for you every night. You know I have a gig tomorrow morning” You said, reaching forward to touch his arms.

“No one said you had to. If this interferes with your job, then don’t.” Katsuki said with icy eyes and a condescending tone.

“The fuck do you mean by that?” You said with a scowl and stepping closer to him.

Sure you were just a free-lance singer, but singing was your passion. You couldn’t constantly cancel your gigs because you stayed up waiting for him, or he needed you for an emergency. Katsuki had made this a recurring habit - having you drop everything you were doing to do something for him. You often wondered what the fuck was the point of him having a secretary.

“Listen Y/N, I’m risking my life almost everyday and you put on a performance, I don’t mean to compare but you’re basically ordinary.” He said looking down at the floor.

You gasped, and took a couple steps back from him. How dare he. “Ordinary?” You said, choking up on words.

“Y/N -” He reached to touch you, a look of regret filling his eyes.

“Get the fuck out.” You said mouth clenched. “Now.”

And that was the last time time you were in contact with your ex until a week ago.

It was a simple gig at a swanky night lounge. Their original singer had caught the flu the day before and the manager contacted you. You had played at a couple of clubs before so you kind of knew the drill - what to wear, how to style your hair, how to interact with the band and customers. Hanako, the manager of the night lounge had emailed you the set list so you were prepared but it was easy for you to learn the rest of the songs you didn’t know. 

The gig was at 8:00 p.m. and ended at 1:00 a.m. For tonight you chose a strapless, sparkly, deep purple, skin-tight dress that had a thigh high slit. You added some nude colored tights that matched well with your s/c smooth skin. Lastly, your black pumps and simple silver necklace completed your look. You went for a sultry look for your makeup and did your hair in your favorite style. Feeling satisfied you left your apartment and headed to the lounge.

When you got there Hanako rushed you backstage and you ran a quick sound check before you started your act.

It wasn’t until you were mid-way through your gig when you spotted his distinct blonde hair and locked your e/c eyes with his crimson ones.

You were taken aback but regained your composure as the song was now being started.

You stepped up to the mic as the lights shifted to a delicate purple to match the tone.

“This ain't a movie, no

No fairytale conclusion y'all

It gets more confusing every day, oh”

You started, letting your emotions control the flow of the lyrics. You tried your best to avoid his face in the crowd and started swaying your body slowly.

“Sometimes it's Heaven sent

Then we head back to hell again

We kiss then we make up on the way”

Your heart pained slightly at the lyrics, since when was this song so heartbreaking? It felt like you were re-living your painful past with Katsuki again.

You started to take strides next to the piano player and sidle up to him as you sang those words.

You took a low breath and started on the next verse.

“Maybe we'll live and learn

Maybe we'll crash and burn

Maybe you stay, maybe you leave, maybe you return

Maybe in another fight, maybe we won't survive

Maybe we'll grow we never know

Baby, you and I”

You grew louder as you sang those next words with emotion pouring out. It was almost like these lyrics were everything you had wanted to say to your ex-boyfriend when you had that stupid fight. You found yourself walking back to the middle of the stage, where the microphone was and held on tight to belt the chorus.

“We're just ordinary people

We don't know which way to go, yeah

'Cause we're just ordinary people

Maybe we should take it slow

We're just ordinary people

We don't know which way to go

'Cause we're just ordinary people

Maybe we should take it slow”

You poured everything you had into those lines and before you knew it you looked at his face for a fleeting moment and started to tear up. You continued on looking away towards an eldery couple in the front.

“Take it slow

This time we'll take it slow

Take it slow

This time we'll take it slow

Take it slow, slow

This time we'll take it slow

Take it slow

This time we'll take it slow”

You whispered those last lyrics into the mic and sat down on top of the piano as the lights faded into black.

You were a bit rattled but you calmed yourself down and continued to finish your remaining set. Once it hit 1:00 am you were done and helped the band pack up the stage. You changed into your more comfortable clothes and drove back home.

You took a shower to freshen up and changed into your PJs to sit on your bed. You were about to go to sleep when you got a text -

K - Can we please talk?

You hesitated and decided to respond back,

Y/N - Ok. Meet me tomorrow at the bakery on Heel Street at 10. 

And with that answer you fell asleep feeling a bit better.

Katsuki’s POV :

This was not his fucking idea. In fact, Katsuki doesn’t even go to night lounges. Shittyhair, Tapeface, Dunceface, and Pinkhair had forced him to go out with them. They had gone to a club at first but that got shut down. The closest thing to a club they could find was this place which worked out decently in the beginning because they were all fucking starved.

“Phew.” Kirishima whistled lowly. “This is a nice place.” He added.

Mina shook her head wildly, “Yeah this is the type of place you go to get engaged.” She laughed before meeting Katsuki’s eyes and stopped.

Well this was now awkward. He just grunted and chose a table in the mid-section. While the rest of those fuckers ordered some food, he went on his phone to pass the time. Apparently the singer was mid-sets and was preparing to start up soon. As he went through various apps, including his camera roll, his breath hitched when he saw a familiar picture. It was the two of you mid-laughter staring at each other. You had a chocolate stain near your mouth and Katsuki had a red cause on the side of his cheek. This was the infamous ice cream fight picture Kaminari had taken of you too a couple of months back. 

God you looked so happy. Your smile was upturned and your eyes shone while you looked at him, the same eyes he missed. The same eyes that looked at him like he was the only person in the world. He knew he had fucked up, but his pride was in his way. He felt like a coward for letting himself leave and not fight for the too of you, but mostly he felt like a dick for belittling you. But that was in the past now, and he just had to deal with it.

Suddenly the lights flicked a couple of times signaling the start of the new set and he looked back up. You then appeared, looking so gorgeous. Your dress hugged your body in the right ways and you looked stunning. He could hear Sero and Mina’s gasps when they saw you and could practically see Kaminari’s drool. He wanted to blast that fucker in the face for staring at you like that but remained his composure. 

You started your song and he was entranced. He could see how much emotion you lead with and couldn’t believe his ears or eyes. You were extremely talented. His chest filled with pride and pain, he was happy for you but hurt when he heard the lyrics. As your eyes locked he saw you tear up and looked away. The next thing he knew he was out of his seat and heading towards the door.

When Katsuki got home he was drunk. Very drunk. He had been crying too, his eyes were puffy and his head was dizzy. He missed you. He missed your hair, your smell, your smile, the way you used to tease him and god how he missed your body. Next thing he knew he was messaging you. He had a sinking feeling after he texted you though. You probably blocked him and he contemplated deleting it until he saw your response - Ok.