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Shouto broke a promise today.
He said to his boyfriend that he would arrive home at 7 p.m, but hero’s life isn’t that easy, as he, when finally exiting the police station to walk home, was stopped when a woman was robbed by a man with a specially troublesome quirk, so it took a while for Shouto to solve everything out, and, when he noticed, it was 9 p.m and he had broke his promise. He noticed that he hadn’t any new texts and bit his lips. Bakugou wasn’t the type to ask about it, worry if everything was fine or demand to go home right at that instant, so what waited for him, Shouto would only know when he get home.
The hero arrived at his oddly quiet house, the only lights on being the kitchen, so after he took off his shoes, he walked up there, finding the blonde sitting on the chair, cellphone abandoned on the balcony, dirty pots on the sink waited to be washed and, on the top of the table, a fancy dinner that Shouto recognized as one of his favorite food, cooked by Bakugou himself. For a second or two, he thought that the blonde wasn’t mad at all, maybe a little disappointed. “Katsuki…?”
So he turned around, proving Shouto wrong, putting that silent disappointment face, the one he knew Shouto couldn’t bear. “Sit” he demanded and the halfie did it, waiting for the scold that never came, surprised when Bakugou started serving the food on both plates, staring at Shouto and waiting for him to take the first bite. He did it, avoiding the crimson stare. It was cold already, of course, but you could still taste the flavoring and you knew the blonde worked hard to cook their dinner. He thought about offering to warm both dishes, but kept quiet in the end; he knew why Katsuki was doing this, making them eat the already cold chicken.
“It’s good” he smiled, softly.
“Yeah” he stared at his on plate, avoiding Shouto’s eyes. He could not tell if he was mad or tired, maybe just sad.
To be honest, Shouto would prefer if he was mad.
Katsuki was a natural angry guy, he wasn’t afraid of showing his emotions, going from pure range to sadness in a blink of a eye, showing his true emotions only to the ones he trusted the most, so, for Shouto, seeing him like that, not screaming at him and pointing fingers like every time, just keeping the silence and not commenting about it? He gulped. “I’m sorry.”
“For?”
“I was late.”
He got up, leaving the rest of his food on the microwave to eat tomorrow at lunch and walking to the sink, starting to wash all those dishes stacked and Shouto noticed another fact, that he was the one supposed to wash them that morning, but since he left in a hurry, only having time to kiss his boyfriend goodbye, he just left them there, promising to take care of them at night. He forgot about his food for a while, leaving the fork on the plate, just staring at his boyfriend’s back. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah.”
"I'm really sorry, I was going to arrive on time but then a woman..."
"It must have been hard, then" he cut Shouto off, finishing the topic, and the halfie didn't insist on the excuses either.
“Are you mad?”
“No.”
Shouto then got up, walking to the blonde, who didn’t make a move to leave, passing his arms around the thin waist, chin resting on his shoulder, a natural scene if Bakugou wasn’t giving him the cold shoulder. On normal circumstances the blonde would scream and try to push Shouto away, with no real bite, giving up after one or two tries and leaving the taller one there. No he just stayed quiet, the only sound being the water hitting the porcelain, as if he wasn't even there.
“You are.”
“I’m fucking not.”
“Then why are you like this?”
And that was the trigger. The blonde pushed him, strong, making Shouto hit on the balcony, turning his face to stare at his boyfriend, showing his usual frown, forgetting about the plates for a while, “Maybe because I wanted to have some time with you? A thing you haven’t even fucking bothered to do, lately.” The crimson eyes wanted to scream ‘you don’t even care’ but both knew it wasn’t true. Of course Shouto cared.
“You said you weren’t mad.”
“I’m… I’m not” he turned off the sink, wet hands passing on his hair, that lost a little bit of the natural spikiness. “I’m just disappointed.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“It’s just that… Fuck. It’s not the first time, Shouto. You always do that, then I scream a little, you say you are sorry and after a fucking week you do it again. You have time to work, have time to meet with Deku, have time to go on that stupid meeting with your father. Like, damn, we sleep on the same bed everyday but when was the last time we had a proper conversation? We don’t even have bed talks anymore, you are too tired to think.”
“Katsuki, I’m…”
“Not now, I’m fucking talking” his tone got louder and Shouto could see he was ready to yell. “Like, fuck, do you like seeing me angry? You know I’m trying to control the anger shit because of the hero bullshit and this damn relationship, but it feels like you do those things just to see me getting fucking mad, yelling, swearing and, fuck, sometimes I just can’t take it anymore? And I know it’s hard with us both being heroes, but every time you don’t answer my calls or arrive late at home I keep on wondering if you are fine, if they finally got you, I’m scared to hear the damn phone ringing to inform the that you are on a fucking comatose or shit” his hands went to his face, hiding whatever expression he was making.
“It’s not like I want to see you angry at me” Shouto said calmly, as he would in every discussion. It was a first that Bakugou was being so open, not just screaming and blaming Todoroki, approving the blonde. “You know what I love seeing?” after he didn’t get a reply, he continued “Katsuki, I love seeing you smile, laughing. I love when you look at me, our bed talks, our cuddles” he got even closer, moving his hands from his face, wiping away the tears. “I love you, Katsuki. I love you so much that I understand what you’re talking about.”
“Doesn’t seem like you fucking do, asshole” Bakugou hided his face on Shouto’s chest, who moved his hands to pat the ash blonde hair.
“I know I’ve been busy for a while with this villain I’m after, but I was so glad they choose me to go after him, you know why?”
Bakugou got quiet for a moment before asking, voice like a sleepy child, muffled against his chest “Why?”
“Because I knew that if I didn’t do it, you would. And I’m sorry for being so egoist, but I just thought about keeping you safe” he kissed his forehead, glad for once that his boyfriend wasn’t in the mood to punch him on the face. “Soon this will be over and we will pass every single day together, we can even travel, what about it? Didn’t you say you wanted to go to Australia and fight a kangaroo?”
“I don’t want to fight a kangaroo, they’re fucking dumb” he sniffed and Shouto snorted. “Let’s go to Europe instead.”
“Alright.”
“Promise?”
“Of course.”
“If you break this one I’m going back to my mother’s house.”
“I’m sure you will.”
They stayed there for a while, Bakugou hidden as if Shouto was the most warm shelter in the world, blonde hair being caressed while he continued mumbling about their future trip and other sweet promises, smiling whenever he heard Bakugou giggle, and after some time he too went quiet, closing his eyes and welcoming the silence into their moment. That went on for half an hour, maybe, broken when Katsuki lifted his head, pouting hard and eyes still swollen by the crying.
"Hey, idiot."
"Hm?"
"I love you, alright? So stop fucking worrying me, dumbass" Shouto smiled but said nothing in reply, the last part being muffled, whispered, and Shouto only was able to understand two words, quiet ones, out of context, still, he knew exactly what was it about. "I care."
'Yeah, me too' he said mentally, hugging him closer.