AN: Using the Year Of The OTP promptsâŠincorrectly for Bakugou x YN prompts. But Bakugou is MY one true pairing, does that count? I did not proof this b/c life.
You needed more of the soap. Not any type of soap. That special, remove dirt, grime, the truth you didnât want to face type of soap. You should have known better and bought that extra bottle when you walked by it in the grocery store. Thinking to yourself that you didnât need it, things would be different.
But here you were, knuckle red and peeling as you scrubbed your undergarments in the bathroom sink of your shared apartment, hoping the crimson stains and any excitement you had would wash away down the drain. You only had a few more seconds before your absence would be noted; you only needed a few more scrubs.
Fuck. The wall that you had built so hard to maintain rattled the moment you heard his gravely voice against the rasp of his knocks on the door.
An attempt to turn the locked handle.
âKatsuki itâs fine.â Even your âits fine voiceâ was shaking, and that was the best, and last card you had, âIâll be a few more minutesâŠâ Your attention went back to the sink, scrubbing as hard as you could as if your life, and any remaining control you had depended on it.
âOpen the door, Y/N. Let me in.â Bakugou was soft enough to know he had an inkling of what was going on, but held a sternness to him that his request was more of a command. But you were his partner for good reason, you didnât back down to him.
âNo. I just-just give me five more seconds.â
He continued knocking. He continued shaking the door. You couldnât take it any more. Your wrists slammed against the bathroom sink, âIâm sorry.â You sobbed, âIâm sorry. I thought it would be different, I thought we did it right. I did everything right!â
The knocking stopped. You could see the pressure being lifted from the handle. A sigh from the other end of the wooden barrier between you and the love of your life that your body once again disappointed.
âYou remember that time we first kissed?â He asked.
That took you off guard. Of course you remembered. You two were the running joke of your friend circle, the âslow burn, rivals to loversâ tale that when you two finally admitted feelings for each other it was so cosmic that broke each other. Well, Katsuki rushed in to kiss you for the first time with such force he knocked you over, and then he himself falling on top of you breaking his confidence and your arm in the process. It was the internal joke that he quickly discarded his heavy gauntlets for lighter ones because of that incident.
âWell?â He rasped, breaking out out of your daydream.
âYeah, I remember.â You responded between sniffs.
âBetter of.â What a Bakugou thing to say. âWhat did you tell me after?â
As much as you enjoyed the moments before your lives became complicated, you couldnât understand the root of his questions, âWhy are you asking me this?â
âI told you I fucked it all up and you said sumthin like âyouâre an idiot for thinkinâ that, just help me up and weâll try it again.â And I helped your ass up and we tried againâŠand then you had to wear that ugly cast for 8 weeks.â You could tell he was smirking on the other end of the door. âI donâtâŠ.I donât know how to fix this, But it isnât your problem or your fault, so open the damn door and let me help you up so we can try again.â
The unlatch of the door echoed the hallway before it swung open, you pulling Katsuki into the small room and into your arms. His strong arms wrapping around you. âIâm surprised you didnât call me an idiot.â Your lips murmured against his skin, your tears mingling against his sweat
âSavinâ it for later.â He spoke into your hair. Your arm wasnât broken, and there was debate to whether you yourself were. But, if there was anything going on inside you that needed repair, It didnât matter. There wasnât anything too broken that you and Katsuki couldnât fix.
Youâd help each other up, always, and try again.
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