Who Even Are You. Bakugou Katsuki
Request: Ghost by Halsey is such a good angsty Bakugou song and nobody can change my mind. Like he’s done it he became a pro hero. He starts throwing himself into his work more and more and because of it he’s losing his s/o. (not a request but it could be… I’m mainly just sharing my thoughts)
Notes: God damnit I’m a slut for Bakugou Angst. I’ve literally been listening to this song on repeat since like 11 p.m. and ope. It’s 2 a.m.
*Listen to the song HERE!*
Curtains were drawn. Lights were off. The world outside was asleep, just like the young man next to you. You wished you could say the same. You had been wide awake far past your boyfriend at this point, watching as the red numbers on the alarm clock changed with each passing minute. This had become a regular occurrence for you. Your mind raced with a million different thoughts that wouldn’t slow down long enough for you to fall asleep.
You look over at the sleeping blond on the bed next to you. His hair was plastered flat against his head, still wet from his shower. Being a pro-hero had already started taking a toll on him. He would come home, too exhausted to do anything but take a shower and go directly to bed. You had stopped trying to ask him about his day. You were tired of the “Can we talk about it in the morning? I’m exhausted.” Especially when he wouldn’t even talk about it in the morning. “Sorry, babe. I gotta get out of here. Villains don’t wait.”
It was like he had become a totally different person as the years had passed. He used to be bouncing with anticipation, ready to tell you all of the details of his day. How many bad guys he caught. How many people he saved. How cool he had been. But, now, you were lucky to even get a “goodnight” out of him. It was like he forgot that you even still existed. You would believe it if he did.
You place your feet down on the floor, the hardwood carried a chill all the way up your spine. You padded out of the bedroom as quietly as you could, careful not to wake Bakugou from his slumber. Right now, you just needed fresh air. You pulled your jacket out of the closet by the front door and stepped out into the chilly night after slipping on a pair of shoes. You sat down right outside the door, watching your breath turn white before it dissipated into the night sky.
Everyone told you this would happen. Everyone told you not to get involved with him.
“He’s the type to get obsessed in his work. I mean, you saw how he was in high school.”
“We just want you to be happy. And we just don’t think you’ll be happy with him.”
You never believed that they would be right. At the beginning, things had been perfect. Conversation had flowed with ease. Jokes and teases were shot at each other with loving sneers. He always made sure to have time for you. Whether that be taking a quick break in his day to have lunch with you or using his day off to take you somewhere special. He was caring in that harsh way that only someone like Bakugou could manage.
Remembering always made everything so much harder. It forced you to accept the fact that he had the ability to care about you somewhere in his heart. It forced you to accept the fact that he did love you, despite everything that you told yourself. But that was all in the past. That wasn’t the now. The Bakugou that you had fallen head over heels for was not the same Bakugou that was fast asleep right now. The old Bakugou had fallen away the minute he started taking more shifts at the agency. He said it was because he wanted to do more. He needed to help more people. He was a hero and he wanted the world to know that. “Villains don’t take a day off, why should I?” More shifts turned into longer hours, much against the wishes of his supervisor, but Bakugou didn’t care. He was a pro. He could handle it. And he could. He could handle his 90 hour work week. He just wasn’t able to handle everything else that life had to offer on top of that. His work had started causing him to push away his friends. There were no more guys’ nights with Kirishima. No more game nights with the Bakusquad from high school. He didn’t even have enough time to answer the text messages from his friends that only wanted to make sure that he hadn’t worked himself to death.
It was heart-shattering to watch him push away all of the people that he had cared for. But, you had been sure that he was never going to let it get to the point where he was pushing you away too. He loved you too much to do something like that.
You catch yourself scoffing at the very naivety of the thought. It didn’t take long for him to do the very same thing to you. It had gone from date night every Saturday to once a month and then it became every few months. But, that’s only if you were lucky. Honestly, you don’t even remember the last time the two of you sat down and ate dinner together, let alone went out on a date.
You hated it. You hated being cast to the side and only being wanted when it was convenient for him. You hated having to beg for him to talk to you, give you any ounce of attention that he could spare. You just kept holding on, as if one day, he would snap out of everything and go back to normal. You had been waiting for that one day for nearly five months now and you were coming close to your breaking point. Everytime the front door closed behind him, the resentment in your chest grew. Everytime that door closed, he strayed further and further away from the person that he used to be and further and further away from you. He was always just out of reach for you to grab ahold of him and bring him back to normalcy.
It would be a lie if you said that you didn’t love him. If you didn’t, you would’ve followed him out the door a long time ago, never to come back. You cared about him more than anything else in the world. The thought of leaving him made your heart hurt, but with each passing day, the option began to hurt less and less. You loved him, but it was obvious to you that he wasn’t willing to put the effort into your relationship anymore.
“Katsuki? What are you doing up?” you ask, looking up at the sleepy young man, the bags under his eyes startling apparent even in the dim light.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“Couldn’t sleep. You’re turn.”
“I woke up and you weren’t there. I thought something happened,” he offers, his voice still gravelly from just being pulled from sleep.
“Go back inside, Katsuki. You’re going to get sick.”
He starts to go back inside, but stops to look at you. “Are you coming?”
“Y/N, it’s too cold for you to be out here.”
“Just go back to bed. I’ll be in soon.”
“Okay,” he mutters, yawning slightly as he goes back in the apartment.
You rolled your eyes. That might’ve been the longest conversation the two of you have had all week. Hell, maybe all month. You leaned your head back against the brick wall. You could leave. You could walk down the stairs right now and never look back. You had friends that would let you couch surf or you could always move back in with your parents. You could be away from this. You wouldn’t even have to tell him goodbye. Would he even notice? He would probably just assume that you left for work early. He’d be too tired that night to realize that you weren’t sitting on the couch watching Full House reruns. It was so tempting. It was less than fifty feet from your apartment to the stairs and then only three flights to the parking lot. You could get a taxi from there and take it to Mina’s or Kirishima’s. It would’ve been so simple.
You sat outside until the sun rose. You checked your watch. It was nearly six in the morning. Katsuki’s alarm would go off in half an hour. He’d sit up, rub his face, just like he does every morning. He’d stumble into the kitchen, placing slices of bread in the toaster. Then, he’d have to make more because it never failed that he would over-cook the first batch. It would be just like every other morning for him. In his own world, nothing would be off. Things would be just how they always were.
And they were. His morning started the same way it always did. You made coffee while he got ready so it would be ready when he was done. He had sat on the couch to watch the morning news while you went to get ready for your own day. He hadn’t even said goodbye to you when he left.
With him out the door, you dragged your suitcase from the closet and any duffle bag that you could find. Clothes from your half of the closet and dresser were thrown in wherever they would fit. Your things were cleared out of the bathroom. It would be like you had never even resided there. Your bags sat packed by the front door, so you would be ready to leave when he got home. You wouldn’t have to keep living with what little remained of your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. You could return back to feeling whole and happy rather than continuing on this path that left you with zero satisfaction.
You weren’t expecting him back so early. It was only four in the afternoon, yet Katsuki came trudging in through the door, dripping from head to toe. He looks at your bags sitting by the door. “You got a business trip?”
“Yeah. It’s pouring out there and my quirk doesn’t work right in this kind of rain. Didn’t you have work today?”
“No. It’s Thursday. I never have work on Thursday.”
“Really? Since when?” He asks, removing the water-logged pieces of his costume and hanging them up in the laundry room so they can dry.
“It’s been that way for the past three years, Katsuki,” you sigh.
“Oh. I guess, I never noticed.”
You get up from you were sitting on the couch and started towards the door. “Katsuki, I’m leaving.”
“Y/N, the bags by the door kind of gave that away. When will you be back?”
“Damn, that long of a trip, huh? Well, you’ll have to text me when your flight lands,” he says, finally emerging in fresh clothes.
“I’m not going on a business trip, Katsuki.”
He tilts his head at you, confusion etched across his features. “Then, where are you going?”
“Listen to me. I’m leaving.”
“I’m done. I’m moving out. I’m breaking up with you. I’m leaving, Katsuki. Do any of those get it in your head?”
“What- What do you mean you’re breaking up with me?” He asks, his voice startlingly quieter than usual.
“I can’t do this anymore. It’s like I’m living with a ghost! You’re never around and when you are, you’re so exhausted that you won’t even speak to me. I’m tired of you pushing me away, Katsuki. I understand that your work is important and I understand that this is your dream, but you’re overworking yourself to the point where you don’t have the energy for anything besides work. I can’t keep living with in a situation where I have to ask to get you to pay me a little attention because you are so caught up in playing hero! It’s like you’ve forgotten that we’re supposed to be dating.”
“What do you expect me to do? Just let innocent people get hurt, because you want someone to tell you that you look cute? Y/N, I can’t just throw away everything that I’ve worked for just because you’re being a baby.”
“I’m being a baby, am I? Why don’t you tell that to all of your other friends who feel the exact same way? Katsuki, if you want to keep living your life like this, knock yourself out. Just don’t expect me to be in it,” you say, shouldering the duffle bag and pulling up the handle on your suitcase.
“Y/N, please. Don’t just walk out on this.”
“I don’t even know who are anymore, Katsuki! You are not the same man I fell in love with. When he comes back, tell him to give me a call. But until that happens, we’re done.”
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