ahhh imagine after the confrontation and everyone in the villa is feeling the intensity, katsuki most of all who's probably in a corner somewhere brooding, just stressing about how he’s gonna lose you!!! maybe you guys end up taking a break or not really speaking to each other for a day or two, until he's literally at his breaking point (kiri probs isnt making the situation any better since he's been trying to comfort you- because that's just who he is but katsuki becomes even more frustrated with both himself and the situation).
how do you think he'd resolve it? I'd love to see your interpretation of how he'd handle such a tricky conflict, i mean obviously he just really cares about you but how does he show that??? on national tv??? with everyone being involved??? honestly I get where he's coming from because that seems nerve wracking even for me lol
adore your writing btw <3333
aahh, friend !! 🥺 i think he literally sits by himself, tearing up the inside skin of his lips, about to pull his hair out !! 🥺 and you're so right !! kirishima is absolutely trying to make things better, because he's just a sweetheart 🥺 and he's not even trying to make a move or anything; he's just sitting with you when you're all alone, finding little things to do to make you laugh 🥺 and you're wearing no make up and hiding behind mina's overly large sunglasses, just sitting in the sun and chatting with him, because he cares ! he even feels bad, of course, but he's admitting in the one-on-one/confessional,
"i didn't realize it was gonna 'cause this much of an upset, and i hate that i'm at the head of that," he runs a hand through his own hair — which is down and soft, and stares at the ground for a moment, chewing on his own lip as he thinks. "not a good sign for him, though, this is the worst way for him to act, if he really wants to keep her."
and mina is probably telling you, too, like very quietly as you're getting ready for the day, "that's not okay. you can't be with someone that's gonna freak out over stuff like this and won't even let you explain yourself. you didn't even do anything wrong, you know that right?"
and you do 🥺 you just have no idea what to make of the situation 🥺 or how to fix it 🥺 kirishima shares a bed with sero so that you and mina can share the extra for a few nights, and you miss him 🥺 he doesn't really do anything, doesn't really talk to anyone for a few days. just thinks to himself, on what he's done and what he's gonna do 🥺 doesn't talk in the confessional, just sits in the chair with his arms crossed and his head leaned back, eyes closed 🥺
and then one day — he's awake before everyone else like always, and you come to early, with him kneeling on the ground by the bed, gently shaking you by the shoulder, askin', "y'wanna come outside with me for a minute?"
he's made a whole spread of breakfast for the two of you, plated some up at the bar at one of the stools, cup of morning tea included. you tell him it smells delicious and offer him a tired smile, because you're nervous, and you watch the muscle in his cheek jump as he grits his jaw. it's not until you're a few bites into the food that he speaks, fiddling with a napkin, staring at the counter with a frown.
bakugou starts with a heavy sigh, shaking his head like even he can't believe what he's done. "i jus'—fuckin' panicked."
it opens something for him, then, when you reach across the bar to stop his fingers from their anxious drumming, intertwining them with your own.
"i dunno what i expected when i came in here, to get fuckin'—kicked off in the first week, maybe," the furrow of his brow and the down-turn of his lips, the tension in his jaw are all anger, but not at you; the impatience he has for himself is clear as day on his face. "i know what this shit is, but i jus' didn't think i'd—you—"
when he sighs again, full of frustration, you scoot yourself off the stool, frowning. he looks at you for the first time as you come around the counter, staring down through his long, dark eyelashes as you wrap your arms around him, as you rest your chin on his chest.
"i ain't ever gonna be some shitty-haired nice guy," he has yet to return your hug, you notice, instead just frowning at you with his arms at his side. "and if that's what you want, then—you should go after it, or whatever."
"and what if i want a shitty-haired tough guy? hmm?" you press a smile into the center of his chest, nestling into the softness of his hoodie. "one that drags me across every obstacle course in his way and dives headfirst into wedding cake after wedding cake. that makes me tea and breakfast every morning." again, you watch the clench of his jaw, and the fear in his eyes melts down into something warm between you. "that doesn't shut me out because he's scared and lets me speak, even if he thinks he doesn't want to hear it."
the weight of his arm at your back is comforting, as he tugs you a little further into him, humming. "think that's doable."
"oh, y'think so?"
"'m sorry," he tells you earnestly, quietly, resting his forehead against yours gently when you smile. "make me all crazy, 'cus i just—fuckin' like you, or somethin'."
"i know," you smile again, pressing a kiss to his mouth when the corners quirk up, leaning further into him when he insists on another, and then another. "it's something like that for me, too."
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