Katsuki Bakugou had always gotten everything he wanted.
Almost.
He had always gotten the best girls, the best agency contracts, the best cars. Everything that he wanted, craved or lusted for.
At one point it had all been his.
So when the fuck had it all gone so wrong? Why was his break-up all over the news?
"Cheating scandal the cause for such an untimely end?"
Yes, but he hadn't been the one that cheated.
"Hidden pregnancy? Could this be the reason Katsuki Bakugou left? Could it be the reason for the nastiest split of the decade?"
No. She most definitely wasn't pregnant. And he had no clue where the fuck they had even gotten that idea. There was also the fact that he hadn't left her. It was most definitely the other way around. The ring he had bought for their upcoming anniversary still sat in its velvet box in his nightstand, never to see the hand of who he thought would be his wife.
"Minami Hikaru already moved on? Who is this new mystery man that left Bakugou in the dust?"
Try her seedy fucking agent.
He had promised to take her places, to take her farther than she thought Katsuki could ever take her.
"Dammit."
"Tune in for more at six!"
"Dammit!" the blond shouted, sweeping his arm across the coffee table, sending the empty beer bottle in front of him clattering to the shiny wood floors.
"Fuck!" a growl rumbled in his throat, the proof of his fiery temper crackling in his fingertips, scorching the flesh beneath his skin.
That bitch.
She had done this.
She had done this and left him without so much as a note. No scribbled sticky note, no letter tacked to the front door, no phone call. She had just vanished, taking all her things with her. Her clothes, her jewelry, his dignity. Everything.
It was all her. All of it. All of the aching deep within his chest was because of her. All of it. Because of her. With her stupid face and stupid hair, that he for some reason still missed so damn bad.
"You okay, man?" Kirishima sighed, staring at his friend from the couch across from him, the remote positioned lazily in his hand.
"Turn it off."
"Don't you want to hear what they're saying?"
"I said turn that shit off!" Bakugou roared, standing to his feet, his palms sparking dangerously. The heat from his outburst leaving burn marks beneath his feet.
"Okay. Stop yelling. Sit your ass back down" the redhead scoffed, the television blinking off. His words bounced off of the blond, falling to the ground to lay beside the glass bottle.
"Who the fuck does she think she is? Telling the media all this shit about our break up?! None of it is even fucking true! I made her."
"I think her parents would disagree with you on that one."
"And you know what the worst part of all of this is?" his voice continuing to rise.
"That now I have to listen to your sorry ass?"
"That She dumped me! I'm the one that looks like a fucking dumbasss. I'm the one that all the news stations are insulting, dammit!"
Splitting wood echoed through the apartment, hot oak splitting beneath his fist. Kirishima watched, an almost bored expression on his face. He had seen worse tantrums. Not one quite so long, but he had been witness to what Katsuki Bakugou was capable of. And he had the scars to prove it.
"I was the one that introduced her to that shitty fucking hero when she was trying to break into the business. I'm the one that sold them on her shitty fucking quirk that wouldn't save a fucking flea for fucks sake! I mean come on. Who the hell needs a hero that can bring plants back to life?"
"Bakug-"
"She's a worthless-"
"Bakugou."
"Good for nothing-"
"Katsuki."
"Using bitch!"
"Katsuki!" Kirishima snapped, finally winning the acknowledgment he had been looking for.
"You need to stop. Moping like a baby isn't going to get you shit. It's going to get you exactly what you've been getting. No sleep and an alcohol dependency" He tapped the beer bottle with the toe of his boot, sending it clanking against the mangled leg of the coffee table.
"So when are you going to get the fuck over it? How long has it been? Three weeks?"
The fiery blond scoffed, fingers running through mussed hair, and then reaching to rub the bags beneath his eyes. He truly did look like shit. And he knew, he just had no clue what to do about it.
Nami had been his first true relationship. Sure, he had girlfriends in high school. But none of them ever managed to get past late-night make-out sessions in his dorm, followed by a walk of shame back to their own. She had been the first to make him think maybe he didn't have to get through the world by himself. That maybe leaning on somebody was alright. And that maybe he didn't need to be embarrassed to feel things.
Fat load of good those feelings did him.
"You don't understand."
"I don't? What about that time Momo and I decided to split?
"Yeah, that doesn't count. You guys got back together. And you only broke up for four days"
"That doesn't change how badly it hurt. I thought everything was done for. I didn't eat, I didn't sleep. Granted, that doesn't affect you that much when it's only a few days. When was the last time you slept?"
Katsuki paused, and his red-haired counterpart watched him, watched the gears turn in his brain.
"I've gotten enough."
It was Kirishima's turn to snort. He knew it was bullshit.
"Two hours isn't enough."
"Yeah, it is, shit-for-brains."
"Real mature. You still talk like you did in high school, you know? I don't think you've learned any new words since graduation. That's almost four years. You think you would have picked up a book or something."
"Shut up."
"Go get dressed." Kirishima's hand disappeared into his jacket pocket, emerging seconds later with a set of keys.
"Why?" Bakugou scowled, his eyebrows knitting together and his lips pursing.
"Because you need a fucking drink."