Summary: after the fight eijirou and katsuki don't talk for awhile, while friends try and get them to budge the two stubborn boys don't do it. Until one day something that a certain girl says to either boys snaps them out of their pride.
Notes: sorry that this took so long to get out, I've been busy with school stuff and I have a few big tests coming up, plus I kept procrastinating writing this lol
I hope it's good, idrk it I like the way it ended so I might do a part 3? Idk lmk if you guys want that ig.
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What did I fucking expect? 'Of corse it is' why the hell did I think that would be a good thing to say?!
Katsuki sat on the ground in front of Eijirou's door, holding his knees against his chest waiting for the redhead to come out so he could apologize. He hated how the redhead was keeping secrets from him. They were supposed to be friends, best friends. And now they aren't even on speaking terms!
The argument had happened not 30 seconds ago and katsuki already felt the guilt drown him. It wasn't like he was drowning in an ocean though, it was like he was drowning in a bathtub.
In an ocean there's lots or reasons or at least excuses as to why you're drowning, it's salt water, there's dangerous creatures lurking in the depths that could pull you under, it's freezing cold, lots of currents, maybe you went to far down and you won't be able to make it up in time. Many more reasons.
It's different when you drown in a bathtub. Because the only reason you're drowning is because you want to. The water is warm, and it's shallow, you're the one who's sticking your head underwater, it's easy to lift your head up but you don't. You stay there and you let the steamy water eclipse your face. There's no creatures and there's no currents.
It's practically all your fault if you die in a bathtub.
Why won't you tell me, why don't you trust me. Am I not good enough? Would you tell Kaminari or Mina? Even Sero or Jirou?
Katsuki's head lifted and one of his hands tracked to the door, to rest softly onto the smooth wood. Standing up and turning so he could rest his forehead against the door as well, anyone walking by might think Katsuki and Amajiki switched bodies.
Am I just not good enough for you anymore? Why did I think I was good enough in the first place?
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Eijirou took a moment to let the argument set in, to let the things he said sink in.
Sinking down into the floor, Eijirou rested his elbows on his knees and grabbed to fistfuls of his hair, wanting to scream but holding back.
He just looked at the ground, tears sinking out of his eyes and small whimpers escaping his throat every once and a while.
Looking over at the door, Eijirou stood up and walked towards it resting his hand on the wood that he had seen so many times before, letting his head go slack and fall onto the door. His tears dripping down onto the floor as a few hiccups accompanied his sorrows, mixing in with the whimpers that were becoming more frequent.
Bakugou had probably, no, bakugou had definitely gone off to him own room by now and was probably scrolling through his phone like nothing happened.
That made the redhead open his mouth, maybe to catch his breath and try and calm down, but all it did was let the hiccups and whimpers and sounds out, and once they were out, they didn't want to go back in.
A shaky sob escaped his throat when he tried breathing in and out.
For a moment he thought he heard a male voice wince, not out of physical pain, it sounded like the mans heart got broken or stabbed.
