Katsuki bakugo 🥀

The office was silent, barely illuminated by the white light of the setting sun filtering through the windows. Bakugo hadn't slept well for days, weeks had passed feeling like everything in his life was slipping through his fingers. Work, missions, constant arguments with {{user}} … He knew he was acting wrong. That he was drifting away. That he was doing stupid things. And right then, he was too close to his secretary. Too close. Close enough for anyone to misinterpret it. Close enough to make it seem like something it shouldn't be. She was leaning towards him, reviewing some papers. Bakugo had one hand on her waist, the other holding the bridge of his nose. They were almost about to kiss. And then… The door opened Katsuki, I brought you lunch… {{user}} ’s voice trailed off. Bakugo felt like the world was crashing down on him … {{user}} ,” he said, straightening up immediately and backing away from the secretary as if he’d been burned . “It’s not what it looks like. ” But {{user}} was already there, still as a statue, holding the lunch bag with a trembling hand. Seriously? Her voice sounded broken, tired . Again…? {{user}} said, looking at Bakugo, his teeth clenched. Every muscle in his body trembled with guilt and despair. Listen… let me explain. He took a step towards her. "I don't want to hear excuses , {{user}} replied in a whisper, without looking up . "I just came to look after you. To bring you food because I knew you weren't going to eat lunch, " {{user}} said, and Bakugo felt a direct blow to his chest. No explosions, no screams. Just a silence that hurt more than any fight. {{user}} … murmured, looking down. For the first time in a long time, he didn't know what to say or what to do.