Thread by @JulesWatchesMHA

#krbk, sfw, that-breakup-thread(not krbk), heartbreak, hurt/comfort, angst, bl00d, accidental self-h4rming, panic attacks

Goodbye, Not See-You-Later

“I’m sorry, Katsuki.” He said, not even meeting his eyes. Katsuki nodded, willing the tears that started to gather in his eyes to leave him. He shouldn’t cry over this, not in front of him, he didn’t deserve to get to him.

He pulled the sweatshirt he was wearing off, despite the cold air that bit at his skin, and held it out, looking away. He wrinkled his nose, watching as the sky started to blow snow onto the ground. Of course it had to be fucking freezing.

“You- you can keep that.” He said, voice wavering. Katsuki scoffed.

“No.” He said, shoving the sweatshirt towards the other’s chest, shaking his head. “You don’t want me anymore. I don’t need anything from you.” He said, hating how small his voice sounded.

“Kats-”

“Shut the fuck up.” He shouted, turning to the man he had given his life to for the past two years. He had tears streaming down his face, as if this was Katsuki’s choice. “You don’t get to feel sorry for yourself as if I did something wrong.” He spat, sour look on his face.

“Take the damn sweatshirt and leave me the fuck alone.” When the man made no move to take the garment, Katsuki dropped it, and turned on his heel, marching away.

The extra tried to follow after him, shouting his name, but after a while he must have tired of trying, because then it was silent. Katsuki fucking Bakugou didn’t need an extra who barely cared about him.

He was enrolled in the top culinary academy in Japan, he had modeled for his parents for years, he had done everything right in a relationship.

Despite it all, Sen fell out of love with him.

He marched into his apartment and slammed the door behind him. His roommate was sitting on the couch and looked up as he entered, but Katsuki didn’t pay attention. He scowled and moved to his room, slamming that door shut too.

He let out a long breath and leaned against the door. The numbness slowly left his body, replaced with intense sadness he hadn’t felt recently. His vision got blurry, eyes filling with tears.

He tried to hold it back, but soon a sob was slipping out of his mouth, and his cheeks were wet with fallen tears.

He slowly shuffled towards his bed and sat down on the end, bunching the comforter in his hands.

He had given two years to Sen. He made him his entire life - often missing events and birthdays and plans because his boyfriend needed him. He flaked out on his friends until they stopped inviting him out.

He bought Sen the most expensive gifts he could find, he made him meals and packed him bentos, he even pushed off his dislike of PDA because Sen liked it.

He had practically changed his entire life for that relationship. And now it was all gone.

He let out a shaky breath and scrubbed his hands over his face, wiping the tears from his cheek just before they were replaced by new ones. He let himself be upset for another few minutes, before he let out a long breath and swiped his sleeve across his cheeks.

His eyes felt all dried out, as he glanced around his room. His eyes caught a picture he took with Sen. This wonderful, happy picture. He was smiling. It was a real smile, one he didn’t usually show anymore. He stood and walked to it, picking up the frame.

He brushed his thumb over the wood, beautifully ornately carved. Sen did it.

He frowned and threw the frame against the wall, shattering it.

It was like something snapped in him then, and he grabbed anything and everything that Sen had ever given him, throwing it against the wall. There was glass shattered everywhere. He marched through it, barely feeling the shards slicing through his feet.

He knelt down, knees getting torn up by the sharp pieces, and dug through the glass. His fingers were soon joining his feet and knees, blood dripping. He found the picture he found before and ripped it to shreds with shaking hands.

“Katsuki?” He heard from the other side of the door. There was a knocking sounding from the wood. It was Eijirou. His mouth opened, but he couldn’t get his voice to work. He choked on a sob, a wobbling wet noise escaping through his lips.

“I’m coming in!” It sounded like Eijirou was speaking through water, like his head had been dunked.

All of the sudden, he had strong arms wrapped around him. They were warm and grounding, pulling him back to the present. It was like his senses came back to him.

He could feel the stinging of the cuts all over his skin from the glass, the pounding of his own heart in his ears, and the soft words coming from Eijirou.

“It’s alright, Kats. Just breathe.” He was saying, and Katsuki just then realized he was hyperventilating. He took a long deep breath, matching Eijirou’s breaths, as he was pulled away from the mess of glass and set on his bed. His hands were shaking, unable to be steadied.

“Hang on, I’ll be right back.” Eijirou whispered, taking a few steps back and then running out of the room. He was back in less than a minute, holding a first aid kit.

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Everything slowed again as Eijirou gently spread antiseptic on the cuts and bandaged each one, until there was no more blood seeping from his skin. Katsuki let out a shaky breath, not meeting Eijirous concerned eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Eijirou asked. Katsuki shook his head, eyes never leaving the floor. “Okay, that’s okay.” The redhead sat next to him, and before he knew it, he was being wrapped in a tight hug. His shoulders fell and shook as he held onto Eijirou like a lifeline.

He wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, wrapped up in each others embrace, but soon he just started talking. Rambing, maybe is a better word. But speaking to Eijirou, with no filter.

“He broke up with me.” Was the first thing he said. Eijirou sucked in a breath like he was preparing to say something, but as soon as he started, it was like he couldn’t stop.

“I don’t know what I did wrong. Just said he fell out of love with me. As if I didn’t give everything up for him. Friends, family, my own damn career. I gave him everything and I get dumped? -

- I don’t like PDA I just did it because he did. Was I too overbearing? God, I’m just like my mother, I-”

“Katsuki.” Eijirou whispered. He stopped talking. “You’re nothing like your mother. You are you. He is a fool for wanting anything less.” He said. Katsuki hung on his words like a lifeline.

“God, you are so perfect. I honestly have no idea how someone like him got you anyway. You’re far too good for him.” Katsuki gave a low chuckle.

“Yeah, okay, Rou.”

“I’m serious. You’re perfect.” And it was like he really meant it.

“Don’t play with my feelings.” Katsuki whispered, like he didn’t want to believe it.

“I’m not.” Eijirou said, with the most serious tone Katsuki had ever heard him use.

Katsuki wasn’t sure which one of them started it, but soon their lips were pressed together, meshing like they were always supposed to be that way.

He never thought he would consider this shitty apartment bedroom with glass all over the floor and brand new dents in the walls(with this man who he had fallen in love with years ago but never had the balls to say anything) perfect, but he did.

He wished he could stay here forever.

When they finally pulled away to breathe, Eijirou rested his forehead against Katsuki’s.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to say something.” Eijirou whispered.

“I’m sorry I was dating the wrong person.” Katsuki responded. Eijirou let out a low chuckle and squeezed his waist, both of them falling back onto the bed as Eijirou’s fingers traced along his skin, a faint laugh falling from his lips.

Sen breaking up with him had felt like the end of the world. And maybe that was true. But an ending always meant something else had to begin.