𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒆𝒂

Katuski Bakugou | GN

TW; slight violence

"BITCH!" Your ex screams as you pack your things quickly. You just caught them with someone you considered a friend and they're the one getting mad at you? Absolute bullshit. Bakugou was on his way since he was the first person you thought of when it happened. "I told you it was an accident and you're going to be selfish and not listen?!"

A tick mark etches itself into your forehead and you turn to look at them quickly, throwing a shoe at them. It hits the wall beside their head, cracking the drywall. "You're telling me that you rutting into my friend like a pathetic whore with your tongue down her throat was a fucking accident?" You gaze over at your 'friend' and laugh, "fuck both of you. Don't ever speak to me again."

There was a knock at the front door and the blond finally arrives. "Come in!" Your ex looks over at you, obviously terrified. Bakugou walks in with a very pissed look. He was furious. Steam seemed to be coming from his ears, his hands sparking. "THIS SHIT AGAIN?" He exclaims loudly, grabbing your ex by the front of their shirt, the sparks burning it to a crisp. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU LAST TIME, YOU USELESS SHIT?"

You sigh. Yes, you were angry, but you didn't want him to kill them. Well- you think and ponder on the thought. Nevermind. "Bakugou, at least help me with my things first." The blond tosses them to the side as if they were nothing more than a rag doll. The other two leave the room quickly as you grab your bags, handing some to Bakugou who was standing there with the very intent to kill. "I told you the first time this happened to leave their sorry ass," he smiles at you when you stomp the pictures into the carpet, the glass frames shattering under the impact.

"I should've listened the second time too," you grab a pair of scissors and shove them into the mattress that you had bought, tearing it down the middle, doing the same to the pillows. You'd rather buy new ones than take these with you. Who knows all the people they've slept with without you knowing. "I love when you're destructive, but I think they called the cops."

"They're lucky I don't set this place on fire." Grabbing the rest of your things, you head out the front door with Bakugou in tow. After the bags were tossed carelessly into your car, you turn to them, disgust covering your face. "See you in hell, asshole."

Bakugou gets in the driver's side and you slam the passenger's door shut. You feel your body heat up and Bakugou notices right away. "Not yet, (F/n). Wait until we get to the skatepark."

Before you knew it, the abandoned skatepark was in flames and you were screaming as loud as you could. The tears that fell from your eyes evaporated before they could make contact with your cheeks. "I'M SICK OF THIS SHIT!" You yell and punch the ground, it crumbles slightly under your fist. It wasn't exactly the sturdiest place to destroy and that's exactly why you did it. "LET IT OUT! TELL ME WHAT YOU HATE ABOUT THEM!" Bakugou stood from the other side of the fence and cheered you on.

"I HATE HOW MANIPULATIVE THEY WERE!" Your throat was becoming strained. "I HATE THAT I KEPT GOING BACK TO THEM NO MATTER WHAT THEY DID TO ME!" The flames around you got hotter and the ground trapped the heat. "I HATE THAT I THOUGHT I LOVED THEM!" The skin on your hands starts peeling back, but you ignored it. I HATE THAT I THOUGHT I WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR THEM!" "FUCK!" You punched the ground again. Over and over and over again. "FUCK!" "FUCK!" "FUCK THEM!"

"(F/n)!" Bakugou shouted, hurrying towards you, "STOP, YOU'RE HURTING YOURSELF!" He too was beginning to feel the pressure from the heat, but he grabbed you and pulled you to your feet. The flames kept going and you were crying hysterically. "I SAID YOU NEED TO STOP, GOD DAMNIT!"

He takes in a breath before raising his hand to slap you. Once his hand comes in contact with your cheek, the flames abruptly stop and you look at him startled. You notice that he was covered in burn marks and your startled look turns into a sad one. "I'm sorry, Bakugou." He pulls you close to his chest. "There's no need to apologize, if I can't take a little heat, then what kind of hero would I be?" Letting out a pained chuckle, you hold onto him as if he was your only support line.

"Bakugou," you whisper. "Promise me that you won't leave." He begins walking you towards the car, "I've stuck around this long," he explains, "there's not a damn thing you can do to get rid of me." You smile at him as you sit in the back seat while he cleans and wraps your hands. He could be so gentle with you. As if he'd break you. Minus slapping me back to reality. You think and watch while he kisses your now bandaged hands. "C'mon. Let's get to my house, I'll let you have my bed."

You quirk your eyebrow at him. "We're not going to share?" You question as you take your place in the passenger seat once again, "don't we always lay together?" He smiles sarcastically at you, "I'd like to stay 'uncrisped' for the next long while, but I'll let you know when I'm interested."

You laugh and nod your head. "I look forward to it."