promise

you hate it here. it doesn't feel like home anymore, nothing feels the same as it did before.

lately, your five year relationship with your boyfriend, bakugo katsuki has been declining. from him coming at the godforsaken hours of the night, to him yelling at you until you're way too numb to even feel the impact of his words anymore.

this is not what you want, this is not what he promised.

the bakugo katsuki you fell in love with used to pamper you with all his love and care, looking for you every step of the way. the bakugo katsuki you fell in love with promised you a better future for you and him. the bakugo katsuki you fell in love with swore over his life that he would never cause you any harm, may it be physically or mentally, he swore that he would never.

that was the bakugo katsuki you fell in love with. so who is this bakugo katsuki staying beside you?

this man comes home at dangerous hours of the night. this man scares the living lights out of the people around him. this man has the ego like that of a void. this man screams at you, demands you for his needs. this is not the man you fell in love with.

the situation is faulty, the situation is absurd, the situation is no longer avoidable, you can't stand here and just follow his orders anymore. you no longer want to stand by this toxic spit hole called a relationship. you want to be free of your confines, you no longer want to be weighed down by his words and actions.

you're breaking up with bakugo katsuki.

antsy is an understatement of what you're feeling right now.

bakugo is supposed to be home in just a few minutes time, and your nerves can no longer restrict themselves. you're eager to leave this hell hole, your bags are packed and stored in your car, all you just need to do is break up with him and go.

break up with him and go. easy right?

who are you kidding.

it's harder than you initially thought. hell he isn't even there yet but the thought of what his reaction will be stirs a pool of unspoken emotions within you. you're begging to know if he's going to be sad or simply just shrug it off.

but no matter his reaction, you're going to leave. even if he'll beg and kneel for you to not to leave. you've decided, you're not anybody's doll, you're going to fo what's good for yourself and it starts with breaking your toxic relationship.

"you look stupid standing on there. the hell is wrong with you?" his voice ripples throughout the whole room. your back stiffens up, almost instantly.

it's time, you're finally going to break up with him. it's now or never.

"do you have a minute to talk?" you manage to squeak out with closed eyes. he raises a brow at you, confusion and doubts of some sort starting to form in his head.

"what is it?" the air suddenly turns thick and the ground beneath him feels like thin ice. it's as if one wrong move, he would sink into the water with no way to leave, whatsoever.

"i've been thinking about this for so long and i'm coming to terms with it now.." you trail, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath. you're finally doing it, there's no turning back anymore.

"make it quick." he sternly says, simply walking past you, as if he doesn't feel the weight of the thick air fall on his shoulders.

"i'm breaking up with you."

"what?"

he allows your words to be rephrased and to be re-thought in his mind. not once in a million years did he ever think that those words would ever come out of your mouth, ever.

"look, bakugo listen—"

"that's katsuki. and no i'm not going to hear some sappy bullshit (y/n). tell me why you're doing this." his face turns into a deep scowl, crimson eyes deep and infuriated, brows furrowed and confused.

"we've way been to rocky these past few months, and i don't think this is healthy for me or you bakugo." you admit, fingers fumbling with the hem of your shirt.

silence elopes you two like a veil, it's tense and suffocating.

"what does that mean?" his voice becomes small and sad in just one snap. you wince with your eyes closed, scrunching your nose, wanting to not look at his face at all in fear that he might lash out.

"this isn't right anymore, okay? we.. we just need to go on our separate ways. i have to go on my own way." you try to explain to the best of your abilities as you can, but it doesn't seem to work on him at all.

"but, you promised! we promised we would get married! you remember that right..? tell me you do." his hands reaches out for your wrist, then for your jaw. he softly moves your face to look at him in the eye.

"you remember out promises.. right?" his voice is just as heartbreaking as the look in his eyes. tears threatening to fall in just seconds.

"we were kids back then." you reason out, removing your hands from his hold.

"but still! a promise is a promise—"

"if a promise is a promise katsuki what about yours?! you told me you would never hurt me! you told me that you swear over your life you wouldn't want to be the reason behind my pain, then what is this bullshit?!" you finally break through your emotions. your own tears that you've held back ready to fall at your command.

"you told me that you wouldn't, but what is this?" your voice is barely a whisper, hand moving to the collar lf your shirt and gripping it like life support. eyes filled with despair, clouded with tears as your mind starts to argue with itself.

"am i hurting you, (y/n)?" he mutters, surprised but upset. this is the last thing he wanted to happen, and to hear that he even vowed to prevent it, breaks him the opposite way.

"yes. yes you are bakugo." you admit gripping your collar tighter and straightening your back. the man falls limp, his body suddenly colliding with the floor ass first.

"please don't leave." he utters ever so lightly, face down on the floor. his tears dripping by each other one by one as they start to grow violent.

"i have to." you say looking the other way.

your body moves on its own, following the subconscious order of your logical mind. telling you to take this opportunity and use it to your advantage and just leave.

"please! no! wait! don't leave me!" even it bruises his ego and his pride it doesn't matter. he's desperately crawling on the ground, tugging on your jeans and clinging onto it like dear life.

"bakugo, please." you sniffle. you aren't even sure what you're asking for anymore. half of you just says to forgive him and give him another chance yet the other half says to leave, now.

"i can change. please. i will change, just for you." he mumbles against your foot, hugging it like life support. you try to wiggle him off your foot but he doesn't budge, not moving at all.

"i will change, right here, right now. just please don't leave me." he repeats. you suck your teeth and bend down to his level, hands now in his ash blond hair. your tears are still on your cheeks, free flowing without a care.

"please don't leave me. you're the only one i have left." he says pulling you to his chest, hands wrapped on your back. you don't move for a couple of seconds until you simply start to cry on his shoulders.

"i don't want to leave, 'suki." you admit.

"then please don't." he begs, hands soothing your back moving up and down, just as how you like it.

"but this is too much for me katsuki. you keep doing this to me." you say trying desperately to keep your composure. bakugo doesn't repl, instead he kisses the crown of your head and buries his face to the crook of your neck.

"then i'll change, starting today. just please stay, you're the only one i have left. we can re-start all over again, and renew our promises. i'll stand with your forever."

plus one

bakugo heaves a sigh as he punches in the house passcode. he had a tough day at work, patrolling, chasing after a damned villain, and his interns. who knew being a hero is more tough than it actually seems.

"what the fuc— no, why are you still awake?" bakugo's eyes twitch as soon as he walks into the house. the little blonde, named kazuki, still awake at a godforsaken hour of dawn.

"hi dad." the little blond greets with a small smile, waving the small remote in his hands. before leaving the agency he had already changed and taken a shower, so that was no big deal.

"don't hi dad me, why are you still awake?" he asks sternly, removing his shoes along with his mask. the little boy turns off the tv as he removes himself from the couch.

"i was waiting for you." the boy says as he walks over to the kitchen to grab a bottled water for his father. something he learned from you, everytime bakugo comes home.

"why would you wait for me? you already know i come home late, always." he mumbles the last part, following his son to the kitchen who then hands him a bottle of water.

"i can't sleep."

"lies." bakugo says as he crouches down to tap his son on the nose. kazuki chuckles as he walks to his father to give him a warm hug.

"where's your mum?"

"i don't know, she told me to go to bed but she kept sneezing and going to the bathroom. i was worried so i went out of the room to wait for you and tell you as soon as you get home."

"right, so she's in her room?" the little boy nods. bakugo wraps his hands around the little boy before hoisting him upwards and walking to the little ones room.

"did you brush your teeth?" the blonde man asks his son who simply shakes his head. his [e/c] eyes starting to droop as he rubs them. "i'll brush your teeth and you go to sleep."

the boy simply nods as bakugo opens the door the little boys room. the room surprisingly neat, with all the toys placed away.

"hm. good kid, you—" bakugo heaves a sigh as soon as his eyes land upon the little boy who's snoring away in his arms. his lips twitch upwards as he presses a kiss on the little boys forehead, placing him on his little bed and tucking him away. "night, bud."

he leaves the room silently before walking to your own room. not without hearing a loud sneeze from the other side of the door. he snickers before opening the door to reveal you, hunched over.

"what's wrong with you?" is his first words when he appears. you lazily look at him as he closes the door behind him, concern lacing his eyes.

"i— don't—" your eyes bulge out of your sockets before you could create a complete sentence. you quickly get up on your feet and cover your mouth with your hands.

bakugo takes notice of this and he quickly follows behind you. his eyes are wide as he turns on the bathroom light and takes a hold of your hair.

you lean over the toilet as you start to gorge out the things inside your stomach. bakugo looks at you as you continue gag, tears forming at the side of your eyes.

he frowns with furrowed brows, combing your hair with his fingers properly holding you back. he then grabs the nearest towel he can hold and place it near you to wipe your face with after.

"are you okay?" he asks you as soon as you stop to puke. you dont respond with words as you cough. bakugo's frown deepens and he kneels beside you.

"what's wrong are you sick? did you catch a cold?" he asks you. you shake your head as you redeem yourself. he opens the drawer beside him and he pulls out a hair tie.

he ties your hair into a low pony before standing up straight and grabbing the nearest glass, quickly filling it with water and handing it to you.

"thank you." you mutter as you receive the glass. bakugo's concern goes over the roof as thoughts run in his head. he has not a single clue of what's happening to you, but he knows one person who might.

"did you call the doctor today?" he asks you as he fishes out his phone. you shake your head as you gargle the water and pouring it out.

"how about mum, did you call her?" he asks you as he bites down his lip. you nod this time as you stand. he's quick to his feet and he hold you against him. "what'd she say?" he asks you as he wraps his hands on your waist.

"pregnancy test." you mumble as you start to close your eyes. your hands on his neck as he cradles you.

"pregnancy— test?" he repeats and you hum. he bats his eyes at you and he turns his head to face you. "did you take it?" he asks frantically.

"yea. its in the drawer, i couldn't see the results." you reply and he doesn't waste a second. he quickly opens the drawer with his foot and pulls out the used pregnancy test.

"you didn't see the results?" he asks and you nod. his breath hitches and he places the test on his hand.

its been ages since your first born, and getting a kid now isn't ideal. but its not like he's complaining or anything.

"right,"

he blinks his eyes and he bites on his lips.

3

2

1

he flips the test. and it reveals,

positive.

"oh my fucking god." he whimpers, tears starting to pool in his eyes. his grip on your waist tightens and he buries his head on the crook of your neck.

"what'd say?" you ask and he whimpers as he continues to cry on your shoudler. "katsuki?"

"positive."

you bat your eyes and tears pool your own eyes.

"we're going to have another kid, katsuki." you say as you wrap your arms around his neck harder. "kazuki's going to have a sibling." you cry and he nods.

"we're going to have another child. oh my god. i love you." he says as he continues to dampen your shoulder and you nod with happy tears as you run a hand through his hair.

"i'm going to be a dad of two now. of two, can you believe it?" he says as he continues to sob. "i'm so lucky to have you three in my life. i love you three, more than anything."

"i love you so fucking much, you three."

infidelity

you turn your back, turning away from his infidelity.

your broken sobs are loud, but not as loud as the screaming in your heart. the same heart you gave to him, the same heart that he promised to protect and indulge in his love; broken in his hands.

your body shakes as you bend down to the floor, your tears flooding like the flash flood. hair covering your field of vision, ears and nose redder than that of his eyes.

those eyes that used to look at you as if you were the most precious being in the world. those were the same eyes that now look at you as if you mean nothing to him.

he isn't home, maybe he doesn't even think of this as his home anymore. maybe she is now his home. the same warmth the you have been craving for ages, now impossible to retrieve.

bakugo's parents are fashion designers, so bakugo has a really good fashion sense and he sometimes dresses up in his room. he also knows how to cat walk and strut in the run way like a high lance, expensive, Victoria's Secret model.

and i love you so

bakugo heaves a sigh as he fidgets with his red tie in front of the mirror. his breathing picks up speed as he restrains himself from fidgeting and crumbling, pulling back this tidal wave of emotions that are threatening to surge over him.

it's finally the day. the day where you two finally make one, to tie the bond of forever.

katsuki bakugo and (Y/N) (L/N)'s marriage.

"you look good man!" kirishima appears from behind him with his body leaning against the door frame. bakugo looks at his best friends’ reflection from the mirror and lets go of his tie.

"how do i look?" he hesitantly asks kirishima for probably the millionth time this day. kirishima simply chuckles as he picks up his figure from the door and walks over to his friend.

"perfect man." kirishima says with a small smile, placing both his hands on bakugo's shoulders. the blond eases into the touch and lets himself come down from his high.

"do you think she'll like it?" the blond asks with a small voice, closing his eyes. kirishima pats his best friends hair and smiles at him.

half-deaf! bakugo katsuki headcanon

we all know bakugo's quirk, explosion. and given that his quirk is explosion its naturally loud. since his quirk is loud, he's probably half deaf, he can't hear clearly. he probably wears a cochlear, not openly but secretly and you along with some friends are the only ones who know this. in school, he can't hear clearly that's why he's always yelling and he doesn't wear his cochlear because for him its embarrassing, even if you tell him it isn't but he doesn't believe you. but when you and bakugo are alone, he will wear his cochlear even if you tell him he doesn't need to because you can use sign language if he's confused. but he always insists, you know why? he wants to hear you loud and clear because he thinks everything you say is worth it for him to wear his cochlear, even if he doesn't like wearing it.