tacenda | bakugou katsuki
‘tacenda’ - (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence
Spicy foods, phone calls that would last up until the early mornings, shared lunches, playful and teasing jokes, walking to and from school together. These were just a few things from the list of many that you used to enjoy. Used to.
“Katsuki, I said I was sorry, it was an accident-!”
The young teen abruptly spun around to face you, true annoyance spread across his features like wildfire. “Your ‘sorry’ isn’t going to fix the fact that I now can’t participate in any hero training until my grenades are fixed.” He says in a harsh tone.
What happened was that you attempted to help Bakugou move his grenades to a safer place so that no one would trip on them, contrary to him insisting that he didn’t need your help. You thought you could carry them, you really did.
But you underestimated the weight of his gear. One thing led to another, which is why you both stand in his dorm room with only the space of his shattered grenades in between you.
“If you just stepped off like a told you to,” he hisses, pointing a blaming finger at your chest, “then none of this would’ve happened, (Y/N).”
Your chest ached with pain, this was the first real fight that you two had had since you officially started going out. But for it to be about something that was blown out of proportion truly astonished you. “I’m really sorry, Katsuki! I can get Hatsume to fix these as soon as-”
“That would take weeks, (Y/N),” Bakugou interjected your sentence again. He turns his back towards you and walks to his desk and sits. With his back still facing you, he leans over his desk and says, “I’m not the only student in this goddamn school who needs their costume fixed or improved. Just think for once, would you?”
You gently bite the inside of your cheek, you’ve never really been on the receiving end of Bakugou’s anger but boy, did it hurt. You felt the sting of tears in your eyes as you open your mouth to apologize again. It was like you were a broken record, constantly trying to be heard for your boyfriend just to listen to you.
Sighing, Katsuki’s gruff voice draws you away from your thoughts. “You can leave, before you try anything clumsy again.”
Your face contorts in pain as if you had slapped. That’s what his words felt like. If he really wanted you to leave, then so be it. At least you tried. “Okay…”
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