Love Story

They had gone through rough patches before. Fights, misunderstandings, nights where they have gone to bed angry. But they've always been able to work it out. Always. So why was this fight the worst? Why was her tear-streaked expression haunting his dreams, filling his every thought, dragging his heart down until it sat in his stomach?

Bakugou Katsuki was lost. Completely, utterly, lost.

His hero work had reflected the estranged state he'd been in. He was clumsy, needing help from his peers on more than one occasion. They were supposed to be at a benefit this coming weekend. The class 1-A band was getting back together to perform. It was the main headliner of the entire thing, which was bringing in all of the funds. But he couldn't focus at practice. He kept missing beats, dragging the tempo. He couldn't find the groove he had developed over the many years of playing.

Damn that fucking round-faced woman he'd fallen in love with.

It was a stupid argument. He told her she'd eaten too much mochi. Which was true! She had a stomach ache because of all the mochi she ate! He'd made a joke that if she kept that up, she would lose the rank she'd acquired because she wouldn't be able to keep up. That... was a mistake, to say the least. She had started questioning whether he thought she was fat, which of course, he denied up and down. But her persistent asking caused him to lose his temper, and he yelled that she would get there if she didn't watch her appetite. He said that if she didn't grow up in poverty... she would know how to pace herself. That was over the line; something he didn't mean to say. He could tell how much that shattered and enraged her by the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. He hadn't laid eyes on her since that night.

She packed a bag, ignoring his persistent apologies, and left. To add to the burn, she was going to stay with fuckin Deku. Kirishima came over later on after Ochako called him. Despite her leaving, she was worried about Katsuki's well-being. As she should've been. When Kirishima arrived, he was screaming, throwing plates across the room, and adding his explosions in for more momentum. The redhead was able to get Katsuki to calm down at least a little bit, enough for him to tell him what happened. The look of disappointment in Kirishima's eyes was enough for Katsuki to know he fucked up as if he didn't know already. In the three days that he'd been alone, Katsuki realized that there was no one else he could bear to share an apartment with, let alone the rest of his life. He bought the ring that night.

Now he was at practice, her broken face filling his mind, and he slammed his sticks into the cymbals. Jirou groaned for what felt like the millionth time that session and turned to him as the rest of the band quit playing.

"Seriously, what is your major malfunction Bakugou?"

"Shut the fuck up Ears, just go again."

"Are you sure bout that Kacchan? That was our fifth time going through it, and every single time, you've messed up," Denki snapped. Even he was getting sick of Katsuki's shit.

"You wanna say that again?"

"You fucking heard me."

Katsuki was a little taken aback. Denki had always been one to get under his skin, especially when he started dating Ochako, but this was a first. The blonde had never cursed at him.

"Bakugou, could this have anything to do with what happened with Ochako," Momo asked, perching herself on the stool behind her keyboard.

He clicked his tongue and looked at the bass pedal, fists tightening around his sticks. Was he that easy to read?

"Listen... I get you're taking your frustrations out on the drums, but this isn't working. Not for practice, at least. I think you should just go talk to her," she said.