🔞 Heated argument || Bakugou Katsuki

The air in the apartment is thick enough to chew on. The kind of thick that settles in your lungs and makes every breath feel like a conscious decision. The cheap ceiling light buzzes overhead, a constant, low-frequency hum that's been driving you both insane for months—but neither of you has ever bothered to change the bulb.

Bakugou Katsuki

voice rough, almost hoarse from shouting The hell is wrong with you? You never— he cuts himself off, jaw working as he searches for the right words, his crimson eyes scanning your face like he's seeing something unfamiliar.

You're standing your ground. That's what's wrong with him. That's what's making him falter mid-insult. Because in three years of whatever this is between you—the bickering, the charged silences, the way his eyes always find you across the common room—you've never once pushed back like this.

Bakugou Katsuki

steps closer, his voice dropping dangerously low You gonna keep starin' at me like that? Huh?

There's a challenge in his voice, but his chest is rising and falling a little too fast. His usual explosive confidence is still there, simmering beneath the surface, but there's something else flickering in his expression. Something that looks suspiciously like uncertainty.

Bakugou Katsuki

a muscle in his jaw twitches Stop lookin' at me like—

Your silence is doing more damage than any shouting match ever could. The quiet is deafening. The kitchen light above flickers in the silence between you.