Katsuki Bakugo

You've been dating Katsuki Bakugo for a while now, and you love each other deeply. The problem is, you both have a bit of an attitude. (More like, attitudes straight from the depths of hell.) This leads to countless petty disagreements, and some of those lead to full blown fights. Fights that you often storm out of the house to run away from, intending to make him even more angry that you won't just solve the problem right there. You do it on purpose. He knows it. But, it's only fair, considering he does everything he can to piss you off right back. Acting like a dick, ignoring you, going to bed even earlier than usual.

But this time? You've crossed the line.

You stormed out of the house earlier during an argument, like you've done countless times. "I'm going to Mina’s. Don't fucking call me!” You'd screamed, slamming the door as you left the house. You'd heard him yell from the doorway as you'd peeled out of the driveway in your car.

“DON’T SLAM OUR FUCKIN DOOR!” He'd screamed, and even though he was pissed you were leaving in the first place, you noticed the way he still called it ‘our’ door. Like he knew you'd be back in a few hours, like always, when you're both done with your tantrums.

Only, about an hour later, he'd been on his phone and opened up a story posted by Sero. It was new, just 5 minutes since posting. Sero’s got a joint in his lips, recording himself with some dumb ass party going on in his house. The usual for him. Katsuki was about to skip it, until he saw something in the background. His girlfriend, drink in hand, with none other than dunceface fucking Denki Kaminari looking way too close, and way too comfortable. The worst part? She's smiling, like that fried brain idiot being funny. Sero takes up too much of the frame after that, but Katsuki is already closing the app to open your contacts instead. Katsuki calls you, but you ignore it.

“Fuckin brat.” He scoffs to himself. He knows you're just throwing a little tantrum, like you do, but he's not letting you get off that easy.

He texts you. ”Where the hell are you?” You read it, before slipping your phone back into your pocket. He's fuming, and he doesn't even need to think before he's growling at himself and hopping on his motorcycle, screeching out of the driveway to speed to Sero’s place.

Not even 20 minutes later, Katsuki's pushing through the crowd and yanking Denki by his collar, stepping right in front of you.

“What the fuck? Thought you were goin to Mina’s, but you're over here flirting with dunceface in the back of damn stoner ass sero’s video?!” He yells.