My Hero Academia Imagines

Stay (Bakugou Katsuki)

He was in a bad mood. Hell, he was in a bad mood 75% of the time. But this time was different, this time he let that anger consume him and he ended up yelling at you. His voice carried high, dishing out annoyances and pet peeves he didn't even have about you, but wanting nothing more than to get this build up off his chest.

You were just as stubborn as he was though, so when push came to shove his yelling caused your yelling. You insulted his attitude, his personality and even his hero costume telling him he was damn old enough to stop being an angsty teenager and act like a 'fucking adult'. He sure didn't like that.

In all truths, this was probably the worst fight the two of you had ever had and it all started out with a simple 'Guess worked fucked you again?'. You had meant it as a playful remark to his slamming of the door when he walked in, but it was this that set him off.

And it was him grabbing his jacket and slamming the door one final time that made you realize he probably wasn't coming back anytime soon or at all for that matter. Bakugou didn't apologize, nor did you when you knew you were not in the wrong, such as right now.

It didn't set in at first that he had just walked out of your argument, of your shared apartment and of your life. How could it? It had happened so quickly!

It did however when you subconsciously finished making dinner, the two plates you had set up from before the fight sending a thought through your mind of what had happened and allowing your emotions to finally react to it.

He wasn't coming back.

No more kisses when he got home. No more dinners where he talked about his day at the hero agency. No more teasing him when you treated his wounds. No more cuddling with him pretending like he didn't love it. No more sleeping together where he kept you warm on cold nights.

No more Katsuki.

Droplets of crystal clear water like orbs mixed in with the spicy curry, one of his favorites. The taste would become sour now, as you had soiled it with your tears. Your hands rubbed the water away, but it only caused the droplets to well up more until you were eating them and stuffed down hiccups.

He was gone. He said he was done and slammed the door behind him. Katsuki wasn't coming home because this was no longer home for him.

You trembled as flashes of scenes appeared like a scrapbook in your head, each one sending another spike into your heart as you left the food out. You could care less about dinner or eating, your appetite had vanished, your heart following close behind it appeared.

You found yourself in you room next how you got here a blur as the tears had blinded you. Your mind was fading, your heart fueled by pain being in charge now. You searched through his clothes, finding an old sweatshirt of All Might's 'M' he would wear during his lazy days at home with you.

His smell was still sticking to it of course, he had worn it so often and had it for so long that his smell of firewood and cinnamon was just part of the fabric now. Your nose breathed it in, like his smell was an addictive drug and you were craving a high.

You leaned down on the mattress, it bouncing you slightly, tear drops breaking off and landing on the covers as your body moved. You cocooned yourself under the blankets, clinging desperately to his sweatshirt. Maybe if you fell asleep fast enough you'd wake up and get a chance to not have this become reality.

Several hours later, he paced back in through the doorway an eerie silence greeting him back. He kicked off his shoes and through his jacket back off, pacing in his socks and black tank top to the living room.

It was past midnight and he had finally cooled down enough to realize he had messed up enough to feel guilty. It was a strange but not foreign emotion to him. He had felt it several times through his young life, but not enough for him to be familiar with it or know how to properly deal with it.

He had been in the wrong, yelling at you in such a manner and then going as far to threaten to leave you was low, even for him. He wouldn't be surprised if you had left first if he was being honest.

He never thought when he asked you out it would turn into this. He thought he was the kind of guy who a girl would give 2-3 dates at most before saying he just wasn't the type of guy she was looking to have a long term relationship with.

Yet here he was, 16 months in with you. He could count all the major life steps he had taken with you on one hand and the ones he was still hoping to do on his other. But after tonight, the story might have ended here.

He spotted the curry left on the stove, his favorite and another punch to his already remorseful mind, his stomach churning in pain at the sight. You had even gotten out one of the nicer bottles of wine, meaning you had been looking forward to seeing him tonight.

He picked up dinner, not wanting it to go to waste. It very much could be the last meal of yours he'll ever eat and he sure as hell would not be letting it go into the trash. He would savor every bite and cherish every second put into making it.

The clock read an unGodly time for him to even still be up, so he decided to retire for the night. Nothing good happens late at night after all, so dwelling on his idiotic actions from earlier would lead him to make more he would regret.

The bedroom door creaked open, causing you to sit up. Your eyes adjusted to the source of the light from the hallway being blocked by a single figure in the doorway. Your eyes swelled up again, your tears making their return.

Bakugou stared back at you. Your eyes red and puffy, your body holding that ratty old sweatshirt of his like your life depended on it, and your lips coming and going between a smile and a frown.

"Katsuki... you actually came back." (Name) spoke in uncertainty.

"You stayed..." He responded, his own fears having died down from seeing you in his bed. But his guilt quickly took its place, as he had made you cry.

Bakugou was a harsh tongued and rude individual. But he hated seeing you cry. Even more so if he was the one who caused it.

He hesitantly walked in, pausing at the foot of his bed, the familar soft sheets wrapped around his broken lover. He sat down abruptly, his hands rubbing viciously through his hair.

You crawled towards him, knowing he only did this when something was eating away at him. Neither of you made a move to touch or say anything though, the wounds from each other fresh, but the vulnerability of being alone again had caused deeper ones.

"I fucked up."

"I shouldn't have agitated you."

You both spoke at the same time, each of your gazes turning to the other. His red orbs looked angry and guilty, your (eye color) holding remorse and longing.

"It was my fault Katsuki!"

"I was the one who fucking snapped!"

You both stopped and stared at the other. A soft giggle escaped your lips and Bakugou rose an eyebrow at his.

"What's so damn funny now?"

You shook you head, voice still raspy from crying for so long.

"Just that we're arguing about who caused the other argument..."

He nodded, another long pause filling the air. He sighed, getting ready to sleep on the couch for the night. Your hand reached out and tugged on him gently.

He looked at you, his gaze softening a bit more at your form looking at him in such a needy way. A look he wasn't used to seeing from his strong and beautiful lover.

"Stay."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't want to fall asleep without you by my side again Katsuki."

He nodded, getting in with you, tugging you close and allowing his guilt to finally take over. You'd both need to talk about this in the morning, but for right now at least you both would survive the night with the other next to you.

"I won't fucking leave you again then."