A bakudeku story~

A letter? (Pt one)

As Deku walks in the front door from getting back from a long, miserable day at his work, he plumped down on the couch without caring to say hi to his boyfriend, Bakugo.
(Bakugo's POV)
I was cooking dinner for me and my boyfriend. It sometimes can be hard, watching him walk in everyday after work and seeing how upset and sad he looked. I couldn't help but wonder why he was like this.
I set my wooden spoon down, and slowly walked over to the smaller one that was laying on the couch, dead looking. I tapped on his shoulder. "Babe? Everything alright? You've seemed upset all week..." I complained. I looked at the smaller one as he turned his head toward me. "Yeah. But everything is alright I promise. You don't have to worry about me." Deku said with a soft, but fake smile on his face. I could see him breaking down inside, like someone had left or died...it seemed. I heard the oven go off. I had to check on it so I ran over there and started to cook again, while having deep thoughts about the smaller one.

( deku's POV )

I looked at my boyfriend with a smile, knowing that I had made a big mistake faking it and tellling a lie straight to his face. I knew I he thought I was lying. And I was. I couldn't complain. Work has been very stressful. Especially since Uraraka works there with me. She seems to hate me since I have been dating Bakugo...does she really like me in that way?  Is she mad that I'm dating a guy and not her? It got to me as I laid my head back on the arm rest of the couch and grabbed the soft, yellow blanket off the headrest on the couch. I covered my self up. And rolled over, facing the wall of the couch. I thought...more...more..and more... I teared up. Trying not to make noise for my boyfriend to hear. And all of a sudden he speaks "honey dinner is ready. Want me to fix you a plate?" He asked. I immediately wiped my tears and sat up. I spoke with a shaking voice "ok. Can you please fix me a plate?"   I didn't feel like getting up
Since I felt fairly sick to my stomach since I have overthought about this whole situation.
  After a whole 5 minutes, he brung me a plate of food on a tray. It took a while for such little food he has cooked....hm...maybe he was trying to make it neat...
  I look up before I start to eat and I see Bakugo quickly walk out the door as he said "I'm gonna step outside for a sec". I replied, "ok?"
  I began to eat, first, the macaroni, then the mashed potatoes, and last, the steak...after a while thirty minutes of me slow eating and taking my time, I wipe my mouth and hands with the napkin. After, I wipe my mouth with my hand some and then I noticed my hand had black ink all over it after wiping my mouth. My eyes widened and I set the tray down and ran to the bathroom to see that there was smothered ink all over my face and hands...
  I washed the ink off my hands and face and I was highly confused. Was it in the food? I thought to myself as I walked back to check. 
  It had been almost an hour. Bakugo hasn't came back in the room.
  I sat back down and I didn't have any food left. I picked up the used napkin on my tray and noticed all the ink on it. Wait, he had wrote a letter on it....I quickly unfolded it and tried reading what I could. All I could see were the words "I'm sorry. Break. And -Bakugo" I was concerned...actually highly concerned. I began to worry slightly as I took the tray and cleaned the dishes. As I was washing the dishes. I found one of the kitchen knives in the sink. I had blood on the tip of it? What was he doing? Cutting?!