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"I'M NOT GOING TO KISS MY BITCH ON CAMERA!!" His loud voice boomed throughout the entire studio.
"Bakugou, you're married-"
"Do you think I'm comfortable with having billions of people watch me suck on her tongue?!"
"Bakugou you don't have to suck on my tongue we can just do one simple, normal kiss."
"NO!"
"I can't believe I married a child."
"What did you say about me?!"
"That you're a child! Bakugou, we've kissed hundreds of times in front of dozens of people, particularly these guys, and you never even batted an eye! Just kiss me!"
"NO!"
Fuming, (Name) rushed off set, slamming the door to her room open and banging it closed.
"I can't believe they're fighting over kissing...," Mina whispered to Uraraka from behind countless cameras.
"Oh shush. It isn't easy to kiss other people on set, sometimes." Uraraka's cheeks flushed, a certain seaweed-haired boy on her mind. "Believe me, I know."
Bakugou snapped his fingers, and everyone on set, including Iida, the director, stood and flitted around to pack everything up. They all assumed that filming would resume in a week, and as much as that would put them behind schedule, they knew that both their actors had to be in tip-top shape to ensure that their movie would be an absolute success.
Bakugou stomped over to his wife's room, phantom flames dancing off his skin. Frustration radiated from his body.
"Oi, bitch, answer the door."
Silence met his demand. Brows knitting together, he briskly knocked on the door thrice before pushing it open. The doors on set didn't have locks. Sometimes, the two would get caught making out in his room when acting had gotten in the way of satisfying them. That was before their new movie had come up. This movie.
"Dear God, are you crying?"
"N-no." She sniffled, curling further into herself and burrowing even deeper into her nest of blankets.
Growling, he ripped the blankets away from her and sat himself on the bed beside her shaking form.
"Stop crying, would you?" he muttered, gingerly tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear and brushing some wetness from her eyes. "You cried enough on set for one of our scenes."
She giggled into her hand, hiccupping right after. Her character, Akiho, had cried herself to sleep when he, Kaito, had slapped her across the face for being a "bitch." Bakugou had strongly refused to do that to her at first, and had only lightly patted (Name)'s cheek during filming. Iida decided that he would just have to shower that scene with some sound effects here and there.
"You know, Bakugou..." She wiped her tears on the bedsheets, her smile fading from her lips. "We've been fighting a lot lately."
He grunted. They had been arguing very often. So much so that he'd stormed out of the house twice before and had actually come home drunk out of pure vexation. He hated thinking about the last time he had done that. He had nearly hurt her then.
"It's just because of work," he responded quietly, strain evident in his words. "I'm sure of it."
"B-but you-we fought in front of Matty just last week. You e-even said... that you were tired... of, of us."
He swallowed, the fire in his blood from the earlier, more trivial quarrel burning to ashes.
"Are you thinking of leaving?" he asked, bringing his hand back to his side and resting it over his eyes.
"Leaving you?" She began playing with her messy hair, scared. Really, really scared. "No. I think we can fix this."
"You're sure of that?"
"...No."
She heard him inhale one shaky, heart-aching breath.
"Baku-"
She felt the warmth of his flesh on hers. Her heart erupted in a frenzy. His sharp hair nuzzled into her nape. His arms pressed her close to his figure, tight and impossible to escape.
"Do you want me to say it?"
"Yes."
"I don't want to lose you," he hissed into her neck. "I don't."
She felt slow, relieved tears roll down her cheeks.
"You might think I'm lying, just because of Matty." He spun her around in his arms and brought his forehead to hers, lips nearly meeting. "But I'm so scared of losing you too. Losing you both."
"I'm scared of losing you, too," she whispered.
"Don't leave." He prodded at her lips with his nose and his own mouth. "You know that I wouldn't be able to handle it if you did."
"I won't."
"Now let's practice one kiss for the movie."
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