Katsuki Bakugou

Once Bakugou and Todoroki had returned to their apartment after receiving a reminder from Aizawa to discuss the events that severed their relationship, Bakugou grumbled, "What the hell have you not been able to tell me for the past five months?" Vitriol varnished over his voice.

As Todoroki slipped a pair of slippers on, he murmured, "I still can't tell you, but—"

Apoplectic wrath seethed through Bakugou's veins as he slammed his hand against the wall beside Todoroki. "Is lying all you're good for?!"

"You don't need to yell at me. I'm not deaf, but you must hate yourself for being deaf to your own bullshit."

It pisses me the fuck off that he never gets angry, Bakugou inwardly snarled. I want him to be upset. I want him to feel a fraction of the pain he fucking stabbed through my chest like a knife. But he's always so fucking calm and collected. I hate it.

"Bullshit? Go look in the mirror, you fucking toothpick. Too afraid to watch your only ally shatter just to get away from your unbearable face?"

"Hm, did you say something? I couldn't hear you over your own bullshit. Regardless, I need you to know that I didn't have a choice."

Bakugou's cheeks were illuminated with a fulmination of his ardent emotions as he growled, "You didn't have a choice to cheat on me?!" He curled his hand into a fist.

"I know it sounds absurd, but that's the truth. Anyway, I'm tired. I'm—"

As Todoroki began walking towards his room, Bakugou dug his nails into Todoroki's wrists and forced him back against the wall. "You don't fucking get to walk away from this all like you did before," vituperated Bakugou. "Hurts, doesn't it? Yeah, how's it fucking feel to be hit where it hurts the most?" Despite what Bakugou initially believed that he would feel, a surge of something rotten seared his stomach once he saw Todoroki's arrant reaction to the pain.

Through gritted teeth, Todoroki grunted, "Let go."

"No."

Todoroki winced. "If you're trying to torture the truth out of me, it won't work. But, really…I'm bleeding. Please let go. I'll tell you the truth in time, Bakugou." He inhaled sharply.

I'm…so fucking jealous of him in every goddamn way, Bakugou thought to himself while releasing Todoroki from his lethal grasp. I can't help but feel so shitty and inferior. It's like everything I try to achieve ends up slipping from my hands and into his. Like I'm looking at a reflection of what I could've had but was too weak to grasp. Fuck…

"Must be so fucking nice not to feel anything," Bakugou sibilated while Todoroki rolled up his sleeves just above his wrists to reveal his recent cuts that had been clawed open. "Fuck." He felt his heart plummet into his stomach as a scorching wave of heat crawled over his neck.

He's still fine with letting me see all those? It took so fucking long to get him to even open up about his cutting problem. He never wanted me to see the scars. Then, he started to trust me more and open up more. Even after all this shit, he's still fine with it? And the fact that I want to see him break already, but I always feel like shit whenever I hurt him. Guess what I did was a pretty low blow. I knew, and I did it anyway. No, what he did to me was so much fucking worse. Don't feel sorry for him. Don't fall into his trap. Don't you dare.

Todoroki shrugged and walked over to the kitchen sink. "It has its benefits, but…" He grimaced as a clear stream of water shattered across his wrist. "Well, the scars wouldn't exist at all if I… Never mind. Bakugou, I don't expect you to forgive me, but I don't want our relationship to stay this way forever. I know I'm saying this as the person that hurt you, but…" His voice tapered off alongside the hiss of the water, and with a sigh, he started to fold up a few paper towels and compress his wounds with them.

Here I go again, falling for his bullshit and feeling guilty as all hell, Bakugou lambasted himself. I loved you so goddamn much. I'd never told anyone my problems, but I felt comfortable with telling you about them over time. I want to believe you. I want to believe you had a good reason, and that this was all some big mistake, but I ain't gonna be blinded by love. I want to believe you, goddammit, but I refuse to be manipulated by a cheating bastard that fucked with my life like that.

Bakugou's chest began to throb as his memories of Todoroki beleaguered his mind. He lingered in the kitchen while Todoroki wrapped up his self-inflicted injuries, and although a part of him longed to apologize, Bakugou ambled back to his room instead.

My past memories of you are some of the best memories I'll ever have, Bakugou reminisced as sorrow sank its fangs into his chest. You made me so happy. So fucking happy… Our first date, our first kiss, our first time… Even the last entries for those are good memories. He sat atop his bed and buried his face into his knees. But you also posted that fucking picture of you kissing that motherfucker. Fuck. Why do I do this to myself? I still fucking sob over the past I had with you. Why am I so goddamn weak? I fucking hate this about myself… Tears seeped into his sleeves and pants. 'No matter how much you hate yourself, I need you to know that I love you more than anyone else, Katsuki.' What fucking bullshit… Must be so fucking nice not to feel so angry, sad, guilty, and just…so shitty all the time.