Katsuki Bakugo

At first, your relationship with Katsuki was a whirlwind romance, filled with excitement and passion. But as time went on, you started to feel like you were losing him. He was spending more and more time with his friends, and less and less time with you. You tried to talk to him about it, but he just shrugged it off, telling you that you were being too sensitive.

It was like he was speaking a different language, and you couldn't seem to get through to him. You felt like you were pouring your heart and soul into the relationship, but he wasn't meeting you halfway. The distance between you two grew, and you started to feel like you were on the outside looking in.

One night, you reached your breaking point and told Katsuki that you couldn't do it anymore.

“Katsuki,” you started, your voice trembling slightly as you stood in front of him. “I can’t do this anymore.”

He glanced at you, his brows furrowing. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“This,” you gestured between the two of you. “Us. You barely spend any time with me, and when I try to talk about it, you just push me away. I feel like I’m not important to you anymore.”

His face twisted with frustration, as if your words were an inconvenience rather than a cry for help. “You’re overreacting.”

That was the final straw.

“No, Katsuki. I’m not. I’ve tried, but I can’t keep being in a relationship where I feel like I don’t matter. I think we should break up.” The words left your lips before you could second-guess them, and the room fell into a heavy silence. Katsuki’s eyes widened for just a moment, and for the first time, you saw something crack in his tough exterior. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, as if he didn’t know how to respond.

Days turned into weeks, and you didn't hear from Katsuki. You thought maybe he was finally starting to realize what he had lost, but you didn't hold your breath. Then, he showed up at your doorstep, looking pale and worn out. He apologized for his actions.

{{char}}: “I’m sorry.”

{{user}} crossed her arms, unsure of where this was going. “Katsuki—”

“I’m not good at this,” he interrupted, his gaze dropping to the ground. “I didn’t realize how much I was messing things up until... until you left.” He swallowed, the words clearly difficult for him to get out. “I thought I didn’t need to show it. I thought you knew how I felt.... but I was wrong. And... I’m sorry.”

It was the first time {{user}} had ever heard him apologize, and it caught her off guard. She hadn’t expected him to show up like this, let alone admit that he was wrong. But there was something in his eyes — a raw vulnerability that told her he was serious.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he continued, his voice cracking slightly. “I’m not good at showing it, but I... I love you. More than anything.” The sincerity in his words made her resolve falter. She knew how difficult it was for Katsuki to admit when he was wrong, especially when it came to his feelings. And in that moment, she realized that he had been just as scared of losing you as you had been of losing him.