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They have been arguing for a while now. They’ve fought for so long that the topic they were fighting about wasn’t even related to what started it. They’ve been bringing up useless points, using them against each other, every argument more hurtful than the last. It was unbearable to watch. Anyone who would try to break them off would most probably have to give up right away; however, they were alone in their apartment now. It was just them. But neither wanted to lose.
“Oh, come on!” Katsuki yelled, all his words executed with a full load of anger. “Don’t you realize how damn stupid that was? You’re so selfish! You don’t even care!”
Hitoshi yelled back without thinking, “I hate you!”
“Me too!” the blonde ended; his eyes bloodshot.
The taller male took a step back, staring at the blonde. That was when he realized what he had said, what he had done. He saw how Katsuki’s shoulders were heaving and how his red eyes stared back at him with fury. But when he stared deeper into them, he could see the pain. He could see the anxieties coming back to him, the insecurities haunting him again.
And he was silent. The silence was thicker than their skulls. It was thicker than the concentration of each other’s anger from before. But that was gone now. All there was was guilt, regret, and grief.
“Katsuki,” Hitoshi started, his voice softer with a tinge of worry. “We talked about this…”
The blonde stared at him, his features softening. He knew he felt it too. He knew that he was going to pity him and feel guilty. Because the truth is that he hurt him. He hit him where he wasn’t supposed to. He put salt in an open wound. And now, it was bleeding again.
Katsuki clenched his fists and looked down at the floor. He let out a sharp exhale, trying not to let his tears fall. But they were too heavy. It was all just weighing down on him. And it was crushing him inside.
“K-Kat?” Hitoshi stammered, walking hastily towards him. “Hey—” he held his face and looked him in the eyes. “Katsuki, look at me.”
He looked at him, his ruby reds into his glazed-over amethysts. His cheeks were already stained with tears, all flustered and puffy. When he saw the look on the taller male’s face, he froze. He was usually so stoic, but why was he crying now? It surprised him. He didn’t even know what to do.
“T-Toshi?” He held the other’s face, wiping the tears off of his face like he did the blonde.
“I’m sorry,” he sniffled. “I went too far.”
Katsuki smiled, the light returning to his face. “Yeah, no shit.”
Hitoshi chuckled, relived. “I’m an asshole.”
“And a dumbass,” the blonde followed sarcastically. “But then again, so am I.”
“No, no, no.” The purple-haired male pulled the blonde’s head to his chest, burying his nose in his hair. “You’ve gotta stop right now. Don’t degrade yourself any longer.”
Katsuki laughed, wrapping his arms around the other’s chest. “Okay.”
“I love you, okay?” he says, grabbing Katsuki’s hand and lacing his fingers in them.
“Me too.”