** Suggest listening to Nails - Call Me Karizma while reading this. This story came to me while I was and it heavy influenced the tone of the story **
You glance up at the clock on the wall, 8:00pm it reads. You let out a defeated sigh, getting up from the table where you sat, leaning over blowing out the candles that have all but turned to melted wax. 'Why do I even bother' you think to yourself as you pick up the two bowls of now cold food, bringing them into the kitchen placing them on the counter. Without turning on the lights you walk yourself down to your room, perching yourself on the edge of your bed to lean down and unstrap the heels on your feet. Feeling the tears prick your eyes you will yourself not to cry.
You quickly grab your robe, wrapping it around yourself covering up the skin tight black dress you chose to wear tonight. All you had asked for was one night. One night of just the two of you. You know that being pro hero gunning for the top spot was hard on your boyfriend, Pro hero Dynamite. Bakugo worked long hours away from your home, when he was home he was always tired. The fiery, passionate relationship you two had once shared now barely flickered anymore. He spent all his free time training at the gym or sleeping, forcing you to spend your nights alone.
You went to bed alone and woke up the same way. Sometimes wondering if he even came home at all. You had asked to have dinner together, it was your anniversary after all. But the hours ticked by and he hadn't made it home yet. You stood in the kitchen taking a sip of the now room temperature wine you had poured yourself. Like on que you hear the front door to your shared apartment open and shut. The heavy thud of his hero boots dropping to the floor. You'r standing in front of the sink looking at your empty glass when he walks in.
Coming up behind you he places a small kiss to the top of your head, mumbling a "hey" as he walked to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Bending down to look into the fridge "Whats for dinner?" he asks. You slowly turn to look at him, a blank expression on your face. You reach over and grab one of the bowls, setting it down a little too hard. The clank reverberating through the room. He looks up at you then down at the plate. "You made mapo tofu? Whats the occasion for my favorite meal?" he asks taking a step forward. You don't reply, just reach over and place a spoon next to the bowl before turning back to the sink.
He reaches over, scooping up a huge bite before shoveling it into his mouth. "Ugh" he whines out. "Why is it cold?" He asks. You'v had enough. All the anger from the night mixes with the sadness of the last few months. You hear the thud before you realize you slammed your fist on the counter. Looking up to meet his eyes "Maybe because it was cooked hours ago" you seethe out at him before turning on your heels to go to the dinning room. You hear his heavy footsteps behind you. "Hey" you ignore him "Hey! What is your problem!?" He yells at you as he follows you into the room.
You grip the dinning room chair as you turn to face him. "Whats my problem?! Oh I don't know Katt!" you accentuate his nick name as your eye burn into his "Maybe it's the fact that I spend all my time alone, or that I feel like I'm pretty much single. All I asked was for one night. ONE FUCKING NIGHT! And you couldn't even do that for me!" Your chest was heaving with how hard you were breathing. Your heart racing. He stood there mouth agape for a moment. His eyes darting between you and the spread on the table. Taking in the candles, the good dinnerware, the now half empty bottle of wine and glasses. Realization sets in over his face.
He franticly pulls out his phone checking the date. "Fuck" he says, his hand coming up to slide over his face before looking at you again. When he meets your eyes he can see the glint of the tears you'r holding back. "You forgot.." you breath out, your chest getting tight. "Babe I'm sorry, we had briefings all day and then patrol and then we caught this guy trying to rob a bank.." he trails on and on about all the things that made him forget. Your sadness subsides letting way for anger to bubble up in your chest. "Just forget it. I don't want to hear you'r sorry excuses anymore" You wave your hand dismissively as you start to clean up the table.
