Chapter Text
“MIGHT THIS BE THE NEW POWER COUPLE OF THE YEAR? DYNAMIGHT AND URAVITY SPOTTED ON A DATE AT THE AQUARIUM!“
"Fuck you!"
Bakugou caught with ease the newspaper thrown at him.
He thanked himself for being a pro-hero and having good reflexes, otherwise with the amount of force and pure wrath you threw the rolled stack of paper would’ve probably hurt his head. But when you started throwing plates, glasses, and other kitchen utensils at him at an unhuman speed, it became quite difficult to maneuver around them, and a couple of wooden spoons managed to actually hit him.
"You’re a liar, a stupid, selfish fucking liar!” More and more plates were thrown around, the crashing sound of the porcelain filling the room. Katsuki didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know what to say to calm you down. And even if he found the right words, they would probably fuel your rage.
“Y/-” He ducked, this time avoiding the pan that went crashing against the wall, knocking down one of the framed pictures. “For fucks sake listen for a goddamn second!"
And to his surprise, you stopped.
You were now looking at him, angry yes, but at least you seemed to be willing to wait for him to continue.
"We were on a missio-”
“In civilian clothes? Holding hands? Nuzzling each other? Fuck you, fuck you Bakugou and fuck your cheap ass excuse! I told you, I told you that if you and Todoroki come clean I will not make any fucking drama! Why can’t you two just tell me the truth?! Do you find it entertaining to see a woman go batshit crazy? Does this shit get you off? You sick fucks” furiously wiping away the tears straining your cheeks, Katsuki tries to close the distance. But you’re quick, starting again to throw stuff at both men. They could use their quirks, and forcefully stop you, but it would do nothing but aggravate your current hatred for them. How and why things escalated so bad was beyond their comprehension.
“I should’ve left this hell hole when you were at work, stupid, stupid, I’m so fucking stupid” running out of things to throw you finally stopped, anger still boiling inside. “I should’ve left, oh my- I’m- fuck you” taking in deep breaths, you tried to calm down, while Bakugou stilled, eyes falling on your hands, tightly gripping at the strands near the scalp. There were two cuts on your right hand where thick drops of blood were dripping down your skin.
“Love-”
“Don’t!” You snapped, pulling at your hair and still avoiding their eyes, “Why? Why are you doing this to me?” You were trying so hard to not break down into a mass of ugly sobs. You’re stronger than that, or at least you believed so.
“We’re not cheating on you. It’s just a stupid job!"
You gasp for air, feeling the air in your lungs not be enough. Gods, you’re a mess.
Todoroki has never seen you so distraught, and knowing that it was their fault was killing him. Never, not even in his worst nightmares did he ever enjoy this broken sight of you. All he wanted was to gather your fragile being into his arms and soothe you to sleep, but by the look of it, you won’t allow it.
”Just a job?“ You repeat, voice hoarse from all the previous screaming and erratic breaths. "Was the kiss part of the job as well?"
"Yes!” Bakugou sighs in exasperation, and you try your hardest to not scoff. You’re the one that should sigh. You’re the one that has all the rights to be irritated. You’re the only one in the room that has all the goddamn rights to be angry and crazy. Not him. Nor Todoroki.
After mentally counting to three, you let out a deep, long breath, calmly wiping away the tears that managed to soak your cheeks. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Todoroki trying to get closer, but you held up your palm facing him. He came to a halt, respecting your silent rejection, even if it stung.
“I’m tired. And right now I don’t want to see either of you. We’ll talk tomorr-…” you look at the mess you made, internally grimacing at the clean-up you’ll have to do the next day. Maybe not, tomorrow might not be ideal to talk to them. Maybe you’ll try to stay out as much as possible, maybe even crash on the couch of your best friend, or go to a hotel.
“We’ll talk some other time. Hope your dreams will be filled with nightmares."
Bakugou exhaled, while Todoroki kept looking at the door you slammed after hiding in the room you all once shared. It had been so long since he felt your warmth, and the absence of your love was starting to drain his body and mind. All he wanted was for things to be back to the way they used to be.
They took a look around the open kitchen, glancing at all the broken glass and fine china scattered around the living room. Ironically, the atrocious state both rooms displayed was a perfect mirror of their current relationship.
Then Todoroki’s eyes hardened on the other man.
"Really Bakugou? You kissed her?”
“Shut the fuck up. As if you’re any better. Amusement park? Right the day after?”
Both men began cleaning around, throwing glances toward the bedroom, still hoping that you’ll come out. Yet, they both knew deep down that they won’t see you until the next day.
Todoroki swept the floor, while Bakugou began gathering the utensils that weren’t broken, to put them back where they belonged. It was a pain. The whole situation was a pain in the ass only because they chose to keep their mouths shut, instead of actually communicating with you.
Both, by now, acknowledged that the situation was snowballing, and based on the current events, it didn’t seem like an apology could fix anything, not any time soon.
“At least I didn’t kiss another woman”
“And I didn’t take her to a fucking luxurious restaurant with roses and red whine, bet you fucked her after, was the pussy any good?”
“How was the feeling of shoving your tongue down Uraraka’s throat?” Sarcasm was dripping from Shouto’s lips, eyes narrowing on his partner.
“And for your information, no, we didn’t spend the night together. But you and Uraraka sure did, seeing as you came later than usual”
“Fuck you, no. She’s not my type”
“The pictures beg to differ”
“You know damn well what my type is” Bakugou frowned, briefly looking at the bedroom door, where you were surely crying your rage out. Knowing that you where in there, crying yourself to sleep, again, squeezed his heart. And by the way Todoroki too seemed to shift his attention on the door, he was sure that he too was hurting. This wasn’t supposed to happen. That’s not how things were supposed to roll. And spitting venom at each other won’t salvage the relationship.
“Well, our type currently hates us”
“I fucking know, you don’t have to remind me”
A moment of silence settled into the house, only your muffled cries resonating moderately loud inside the penthouse. A sour reminder of their actions.
Todoroki was the first to break it, hands running up and down the sides of his face, trying to cover his ears, unable to handle your cries. He wanted nothing more than knock that door down and beg for forgiveness.
“What do we do?” He looked at Bakugou as if the other man could potentially have the answers. Yet, Bakugou closed his eyes, eyebrows furrowed while one hand flew in his blonde tuft, pulling at the roots.
“Fuck if I know”
It was widely known that Todoroki doesn’t like being ignored by his significant other, but when two days go by, and you hadn’t uttered a single word to him, he felt like dying. He would’ve accepted anything, even a ‘fuck you’. Anything. But no, you chose the silent treatment. And that was scarier than anything he ever experienced, because that was like the calm before the storm, and he had a bad, bad feeling.
And he seemed to be correct, seeing as Bakugou barged into the penthouse with nothing but pure rage coming off of his body in waves. The blond didn’t spare him a glance, not even the tiniest, instead, all his anger seemed directed at you, who was like usual, ignoring him. You looked comfortable lounging on the couch, flipping through a beauty magazine as if Bakugou wasn’t throwing imaginary daggers at you.
“Bakugou-” Todoroki tried to pull Bakugou away from you, scared that he will upset you more than you already are, but the explosive hero ignored him.
“Explain this shit, now!”
Unfazed by his attitude, you turned to look at the flyer he slapped on the table, and you had to fight your inner demons to keep at bay the sly smirk threatening to take over your lips.
It was from your salon, in which you had decided to test a new lipstick a company wanted you to try out and potentially promote. The flyer was mainly pink, and there you were, posing with a man -with three lip prints on his cheeks, and you with smudged red lipstick. The piece du resistance, and probably the one that made Bakugou lividly mad, was the position: you straddling another man, lips barely touching.
“Oh, yeah, we took those yesterday.” You shrugged, Bakugou fumed and Todoroki frowned at the picture. He felt his heart skip a beat at the suggestive picture, hand trembling as he took it and analyzed just how close and intimate you looked with this other man.
“Why the fuck did you have to kiss this shit stain?!"
"Relax ‘suki, it’s just a job!"
"That doesn’t excuse the fuck-”
“You see how you sound Bakugou? Fucking hypocrite. So what? You can kiss for a job but I can’t?"
"For fucks sake woman!” He grabbed the magazine and threw it somewhere behind, before taking a hold of your jaw, forcing your face to the side to look at him in the eyes. “Is this your way to get back at me for that day? Why the fuck do you have to be so dramatic?” you slap his hand away.
So now you were being dramatic too, huh?
Rich coming from him.
“Because, I’m hurting, and none of you cares enough to understand. A week ago I snapped, and none of you two tried to explain the situation. You think that giving me space will magically fix my worries? I deserve an explanation, I deserve to know why you are cheating on me. For seven days, you did nothing but stare. The fuck are you expecting me to do? Jump in your arms as if nothing happened? You’re both keeping your distance, once haven’t you tried to explain what is going on, and then I find on the news that you and Uraraka fucking kissed?! And that you-” Todoroki flinched as your gaze turned on him, “-the day after I vomited my insecurities and worries took Yaoyorozu to a fucking amusement park? And if I pull the same shit as you suddenly you’re all up my ass. Admit it, as of now I am nothing more than a useless woman to you both-”
“That’s not tru-”
“Don’t you fucking dare interrupt me again. You have no fucking right to say that it’s not true when that’s how I’m feeling! Do you understand what I’m saying? I don’t care what comes out of your mouth, I’m telling you that right now, for the past week I felt and still feel worthless around you. I feel like my value now is six feet underground because that’s how you two make me feel! And none of you wants to fucking understand!” you get up, gathering your phone and moving toward the bedroom.
“I’m tired. Tired of you, of Shouto, of this relationship. Let’s end it. I’m not going to sacrifice my mental health for some… some guys. We can discuss my moving out tomorrow, for now just… just let me sleep in peace."