You have a fight with him
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The air crackled with tension as Bakugou and you stood toe-to-toe, exchanging heated words. The argument had started over something trivial, as they often did, but it quickly escalated into a full-blown clash of egos and pent-up frustrations.
"You're always so stubborn!" Bakugou roared, his voice echoing through the room. "You never listen to reason!"
"I'm not stubborn," you retorted, your voice trembling with anger. "I just have a different opinion than you!"
"A different opinion? Is that what you call this nonsense?" Bakugou scoffed, his eyes blazing with fury. "This is why we can't get anywhere! You're always so caught up in your own little world, you can't even see what's right in front of you!"
Your heart sank as Bakugou's words pierced your defenses. He was right. You were too quick to argue, too resistant to compromise. You were so focused on proving yourself right that you often missed the point entirely.
"I'm sorry," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. "I didn't mean to start a fight."
"Don't apologize," Bakugou growled, his voice softening slightly. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have gotten so worked up."
You looked at him, surprised by his sudden change of tone. Bakugou, the explosive, hot-headed hero, was actually apologizing?
"I know we're not perfect," he continued, his voice now laced with a hint of vulnerability. "We argue, we disagree, but I still love you."
You felt a flutter of warmth in your chest. Bakugou's words, though spoken in anger, held a deeper truth. Despite your flaws and disagreements, you were still connected, still bound by an invisible thread of affection.
"I love you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
The tension in the room dissipated, replaced by a fragile sense of peace. You and Bakugou stood there for a moment, simply looking at each other, the weight of your argument lifted.
"Come on," Bakugou said, extending his hand towards you. "Let's go to bed."
You took his hand, and he led you upstairs to your shared bedroom. You climbed into bed, and Bakugou curled up behind you, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace.
As you drifted off to sleep, you felt a sense of gratitude for Bakugou, for his stubbornness, his temper, and his unwavering love. He was a complex and challenging man, but he was also your partner, your confidant, your rock.
The next morning, you woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting from the kitchen. You stretched languidly, the events of the previous evening still fresh in your mind.
As you made your way downstairs, you found Bakugou sitting at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee. He looked up as you entered the room, a faint smile gracing his lips.
"Good morning," he greeted you, his voice laced with a hint of sheepishness.
"Good morning," you replied, returning his smile.
There was a comfortable silence between you, the tension from the previous night replaced by a sense of renewed understanding.
"I'm sorry about last night," Bakugou said, breaking the silence. "I shouldn't have blown up like that."
You shook your head. "No, it's okay. I know we both get worked up sometimes."
"Yeah, I guess we do," Bakugou chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "But you know I love you, right?"
"Of course I do," you replied, your heart swelling with affection.
You spent the rest of the morning enjoying each other's company, chatting and laughing like old friends. The argument from the previous night seemed like a distant memory, replaced by the warmth of your rekindled connection.
As the day went on, you realized that even in the midst of disagreements and conflicts, your love for Bakugou remained strong and unwavering. It was a love that could withstand the storms, a love that grew deeper with each passing day.
The day continued with a sense of lightness and ease. You and Bakugou worked together to make breakfast, a task that usually devolved into chaos but this time felt effortless and enjoyable. You laughed together as you recalled silly moments from your past, and the tension that had hung between you the night before seemed to melt away.
After breakfast, you decided to spend the day outdoors, soaking up the warm sunshine. You went for a walk in the park, hand in hand, and Bakugou even agreed to go on a swing with you, much to his initial reluctance. You laughed and played like you were kids again, the weight of your responsibilities fading into the background.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the park, you and Bakugou found a quiet spot by the lake. You sat in silence for a while, simply enjoying the tranquility of the moment. The gentle lapping of the water against the shore, the chirping of crickets, and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze created a soothing symphony of sounds.
"I love you," Bakugou said, his voice barely above a whisper.
You turned to look at him, his expression uncharacteristically soft. You smiled warmly and replied, "I love you too, Katsuki."
As you leaned in for a kiss, the world around you seemed to fade away. There was only you and Bakugou, two hearts beating in unison, connected by an invisible thread of love.
The kiss was tender and lingering, filled with all the unspoken emotions that had been brewing between you. As you pulled away, you looked into Bakugou's eyes and saw a depth of feeling you had never seen before.
"I'm so glad we're together," you whispered.
Bakugou nodded, his eyes still locked on yours. "Me too," he replied, his voice thick with emotion.
You spent the rest of the evening by the lake, talking and sharing stories. As the moon rose in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the water, you felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over you.
You knew that there would be challenges ahead, but you also knew that you had something special with Bakugou. A love that could overcome any obstacle.
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