EXHAUSTED (BakuDeku)

2: Change Of Plans

"What do you mean, I have to work Saturday?" Izuku snapped, eyes widening as brows furrowed in anger. It wasn't like him to get mad at his boss, but he had planned things with his loved one, and his day off had already been confirmed. But suddenly, now, he was being told he had to come in Saturday, after all.

"The road has to get done before Sunday morning. There's an army parade that's going to need the street." The black-haired man shrugged. Aizawa was bummed as well; he had to work too. But, it was his job and he had made a commitment to it, just like every other construction worker. Rain or shine, weekend or weekday, they all had to work no matter what.

"Can't we just move the machinery out of the way for Sunday? Y'know, the road will be bumpy but at least they'll have clear way." Izuku spoke, emerald eyes digging into darker ones. 

"I can't, Izuku. If the parade happens with the street in this condition - half done - it'll look bad for us. The mayor asked for it to get finished before Sunday morning, and that's what we'll do. Just take your day off on Sunday, instead." The man suggested. Izuku gritted his teeth, mind racing. 

"I can't... Katsuki already begged his own boss to get his birthday off. He's got work on Sunday, and there's no way the woman will let him have two days off in a row." The greenette sighed, looking down. His stomach twisted to the thought of his boyfriend's disappointed face, when he'd have to break this news to him. 

"I'm sorry, Izuku." The older man shook his head, shrugging as there was nothing he could do to help in a situation like this. The greenette sadly nodded, exiting his boss' office as he grabbed his things and made his way down to the parking lot. There was nothing he could do; this was his job.

He made his way home within fifteen minutes, groaning in pain every now and then to the pain in his shoulders and back. His thighs were hurting and feet were sore. His boots felt heavy and all he wanted to do was stay put for a few seconds and let his body rest. He knew Bakugou would already be home, since it was almost eight o'clock and the blonde normally got home around 5:30PM. Izuku, on the other hand, never got home at the same time. He often got home near midnight, all depending on how much work there had be done during the day. 

The greenette parked, sighing as he got out of the vehicle. He looked up towards their apartment, muscles aching as he examined the unnecessary amount of stairs. Couldn't the apartment complex manager just install an elevator? 

A groan asked his lips as he struggled to make his way up the stairs, muscles screaming in pain as he managed to reach his apartment door. An inevitable smile crawled on his lips as he opened the door to a warm environment, the smell of his boyfriend's bodywash and a hint of his cologne indicating the blonde had just taken a shower. And, as predicted, Katsuki was soon seen walking out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist to greet Izuku with a quick kiss. 

"Welcome home, love. How was your day? You look exhausted." The tall male spoke, using a smaller towel to drain some water out of his hair. Izuku lazily shrugged, kicking off his shoes and dropping his bag to the ground, before going off to raid the fridge for any possible leftovers. 

"It was shit, usual shit." He mumbled, emerald eyes scanning the shelves in the refrigerator. "No leftovers?" He asked, annoyed. He heard his lover shift around behind him before speaking up. 

"No, I only made enough fried rice for myself. I thought you'd pick something up from a fast-food restaurant or something. I can whip something up for you, though." Bakugou offered with a smile, approaching the greenette from behind. Large hands wrapped around the smaller male's waist, pulling him against his chest to press a kiss on a freckled cheek. 

"No, nevermind. I'll just grab a bigger breakfast on the way to work tomorrow morning, I guess." Izuku rolled his eyes, closing the fridge door. "Don't hug me, please, I reek of sweat." He muttered, swatting away the other's hands. Bakugou frowned, retracting his hands as his heart tugged to the words.

"Alright, sorry." The blonde pouted, watching the smaller man slowly make his way towards the bathroom. "What'd you eat today?" He questioned, following his boyfriend towards the room. His stomach twisted as the door closed, hearing the greenette shift inside. 

"I grabbed a sandwich at AM's. Tasted like ass though." Midoriya grumbled, looking at himself in the mirror as he spoke. Emerald eyes trailed over his torso, where his ribcage was clearly seen through his skin.
When he graduated from university, he looked nothing like this. He had meat on his bones, he was a little chubby and didn't have bags under his eyes. But now, it was clear he hadn't been eating as much as he was supposed to, his complexion was pale and the bags under his eyes seemed to sink into his cheeks. 

"So..." Katsuki's voice resonated through their home again, knocking Izuku out of his trance. "You excited for Saturday? Y'know, I'm turning 27 this year. I'm thinking maybe we can spend the whole day doing activities. Like, maybe go mountain climbing, or take a long walk together. Or we could just sit at home, if you're in too much pain to do anything physical." A smile crawled across Bakugou's lips to the thought of spending time with his boyfriend again. He hadn't had any time with Izuku in what seemed like forever, and when he did, Midoriya was always in a bad mood. 
"I can't wait to spend time with you again, I promise we'll have a blast." He finished with a large smile. 

Midoriya frowned, eyes lowering to the white marble tiles beneath his feet. How is he supposed to break this news to him?

"Izu, you alright?" Bakugou asked, hearing no noise from inside the room.

A sigh escaped his lips as Midoriya shifted to open the door. Crimson eyes trailed over his boyfriend's bare torso, smile slightly dropping at the sight of how skinny Izuku had become in the past few years. 

"I can't be apart of anything Saturday, I have to work again." The curly-haired male admitted, watching the blonde's smile completely disappear. 

"What? Izuku, you promised, come on. This is my birthday, we're talking about. The least you could do is take a damn day off." The blonde spat, tears threatening to well in his eyes.
He wasn't the type to cry over such things, but lately, he felt as if his lover had been avoiding him. He felt like his relationship was falling apart. He hadn't been spending any time with Izuku whatsoever, and the greenette constantly refused any type of affection. No kisses, no sex, no hugs, and they barely every chatted.

"I'm sorry, Kacchan. I have a job to do. I have to finish the street before the fucking army parade on Sunday. The entire crew's gonna be there, I can't be the only one to not show up." Midoriya spoke, shrugging as he unbuckled his belt. Bakugou lowered his eyes, clenching his fist and biting his lip. 

"Fuckin' hell, Izuku." He spat, watching as the bathroom door closed again. He stood still until the shower's water was heard running, before making his way into the bedroom to get dressed. After all, he had been wearing nothing but a towel, this entire time. As he slid on a pair of comfortable underwear, followed by joggings, he couldn't help but feel saddened by the fact that his own boyfriend was too work-obsessed to spend time with him on his twenty-seventh birthday.

Midoriya was too obsessed with his job, and didn't dedicate enough time and effort to their relationship anymore. 
How on earth was a relationship supposed to work out, like this?