Our Art Is Our Connection

-15-

Sexual Assault Warning

3 weeks later

"NO KACCHAN!" I yell at my stupid boyfriend who was 'helping' me do a banner that was going to be used for an upcoming music festival organized by the school.
"WELL HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT!?" He yells back annoyed.
"AND AFTER PEOPLE HAVE THE GUTS TO TELL ME YOU'RE BEST OF THE YEAR!?!" I yell back irritated.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" He yells back as he stands facing me.
"YOU CAN'T EVEN DO A FREAKING BANNER!!!" I spat at him.
"WELL NOT MY FAULT YOUR SHITTY ASS CAN'T DO SHIT!" He yells grabbing my collar.
"TIME OUT!" I order him pointing a chair.
"YOU'RE NOT MY DAD!" He yells before smashing his lips on mine and I stop talking blushing.
"You should stop finishing arguments like that!" I complain flustered.
"Well it works, so why change the technique?" He smirks before kissing me again and I kiss back this time.
"But seriously could you at least try? I asked for you to help me but it's very important, a lot of people come to that festival.." I explain and he nods.
"But I'm not kidding for the time out tho, I'm tired and we need to work on how you're never touching spray paint again!" I laugh as he sits against the wall and I go between his legs laying against his chest as he wraps his arms around me.

We were in my art studio to work on this, so no one could really complain on our yelling, I think.
"I'm almost offended they asked you and not me for this shit." He grumbles annoyed.
"Maybe because they didn't want the Mona Lisa on the music banner?" I offer teasing him earning a bite on my neck.
"Kacchan no biting!" I complain and he snorts.
"You know I don't just do that old depressed shit!" He grumbles and I giggle.
"I know! That's why I asked for your help" I smile bringing my head backwards to look at him.
"And that's why I love you." He smirks and I giggle shaking my head.
"You still won't say it back huh?" He asks softly nuzzling in the crook of my neck.
"I think it, but it's hard saying it out loud.." I admit embarrassed.
"It's okay, as long as you think it, I don't mind." He gives a small kiss on my neck making me happy.
"I never asked but, how did your family react to the break up?" I ask curious and he sighs loudly.
"The hag was furious about my grandfather's plan, but other than that she really doesn't care. My old men is happy as long as I'm happy and well.. My grandfather was furious but he finally accepted to continue paying for my tuition but.. He's still trying to set me up with someone.." He explains and I hum.
"Why is he so focused on your love life?" I ask confused and disappointed.
"He likes control, when he learned I was gay he was disappointed but ended up accepting and he wants to make sure I get someone rich and all." He explains annoyed.
"So he'd hate me! I'm broke and also a street artist? I must be the worst kind!" I laugh but Kacchan doesn't look like he finds it funny.
"Don't say that." He growls.
"Kacchan it's okay, I know I'm the best, but sadly not everyone sees how amazing I am!" I say making him snort.
"Cocky much?" He smirks.
"Always!" I say proudly as he held me closer to him, if that's even possible..
"I hate you.." I mumble with a small smile.
"I love you too.." He answers softly.

We soon get up and continue doing the project. You would think we stopped arguing but nooooo SOMEONE can't do this EVEN IF HIS LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!!!!!!

"Katsuki Bakugo. I swear to All Might I will brutally murder you if you don't start listening." I glare at him.

"WELL It's not my fault that what you're doing is too basic" He says back sarcastically.
"You know what!? I'm calling for outside judgement!" I say discouraged while taking out my phone.