Kiribaku and Bakushima One Shots

🌼🌹Arguments🌹🌼

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this idea literally came out of nowhere

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"This is fucking stupid."

"What do you want me to say?! I didn't do shit Katsuki!" They had been fighting for hours over the same damn thing. They were both tired and exhausted. At this point, they just spat out insults at each other, dragging out the argument until they passed out.

"JUST SHUT UP EIJIRO! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He was tired, he was angry. He was done.

Eijiro was stunned and took a step back. He swallowed, trying to get rid of the extreme dryness clinging to his throat. He slowly nodded before running to their bedroom, holding his tears back.

Katsuki had to take his anger out on something before he would explode. He punched the wall, hard enough to leave a dent in the wall, but not hard enough to punch a hole in it. His hand started to redden, but he didn't let it bleed. He took a few deeps breaths, trying to calm himself down before walking into the bedroom. Eijiro was throwing his whole life into one big, red suitcase, wiping his tears as he packed. Katsuki realized his mistake.

"Shit, Eijiro I didn't-"

"No." His words were cold and sharp. He shut Katsuki's excuses down by just a simple word. "You made your point very clear." Despite the tears, his words were strong and forceful. The tears burned his cheeks and eyes, but he kept his tone angry and his glare powerful.

"Ei," Katsuki pleaded.

"I'm done Katsuki. I'm done with your bullshit!" His voice started to crack and the tears only poured faster, "Why are you so jealous all the fucking time? Do you really have that little faith in me!?" He was out of the bedroom and in the living room now, Katsuki behind him. He squeezed the handle of his suitcase until his knuckles turned white.

"Then why the fuck are you around him all the time!?" Katsuki was getting angry again and his voice was rising, "I should deserve some fucking answers. I am your FUCKING BOYFRIEND!" Tears were stinging the blond's eyes now, begging to be released.

"I gave you my answers!" Eijiro shouted back, "He's my fucking friend! Am I just not aloud to have friends anymore?!" The two were facing each other, their argument only getting more heated. They were screaming at each other, not caring about the noise complaints they would get in the morning.

"He's fucking all over you! Are you blind!?" (my mind is so dirty). Eijiro was done with this.

"Oh my god," he said taking in a breath and laughing, it wasn't Eijiro's laugh, "I think you're just so fucking jealous that you're making shit up now." Katsuki let out an aggravated groan of protest. He felt like throwing something, he felt like punching the wall until his hand bled, he felt like running away.

"If you don't fucking believe me, then go live with him! You can fuck each other into oblivion!" His eyes were crazy and he wasn't able to think about what he was saying. He just spat accusation after accusation.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" The tears were falling so hard that it was hard to see; he was blinded by his own tears. "You know what," he put his hands up in defense, "Fuck you. I'm leaving." He didn't wait for Katsuki to say anything else before turning and storming to the door.

"Good, fucking go then!" Eijiro look back at Katsuki, tears streaming down his face and anger in his eyes before slamming it shut in a huff.

The air had thinned and the tension had dissipated before Katsuki realized what happened. It all happened so fast. He was in a daze; it all felt like a dream, or one hell of a nightmare. He fell down on the couch, laying himself out on the furniture, covering his face with his arm. He felt the warm tears run down his face, but he didn't make a sound. He was still processing.