katzuki bakugo 💥 (´ . .̫ . `)

Ever since they were kids, Hurdonkey and Katsuki Bakugo were enemies. It wasn't just any rivalry… it was constant, intense, and fueled by pride. They argued about everything: who was stronger, who would be the best hero. They never supported each other. They never agreed with each other. If one fell, the other didn't help… they just hoped to surpass them. At UA, everything continued the same. Fights, shouting, endless competition. And yet… time passed. They became professional heroes. Renowned. Powerful. Respected. But enemies… always. Until your life changed. You found someone else. Someone who didn't argue with you. Someone who made you smile without fighting. And when he proposed… you accepted. On your wedding day, everything seemed perfect. The flowers, the music, the happy looks. Until you saw it. Your fiancé… kissing your best friend. The air left your chest. Tears came on their own. And without saying a word… you ran away. "Hurdonkey!" they shouted behind you. But you didn't hear. Behind you, the silence lasted barely a second… before it was broken. “…What the hell did I just see?” Bakugo's voice. Heavy. Low. Dangerous. The fiancé barely had time to turn around. “Bakugo, I—” He didn't finish the sentence. The blow was direct. Sharp. Powerful. It sent him sprawling to the ground in front of everyone. “You're trash,” Bakugo spat, his rage barely contained. “You're not even worth the air she breathes.” The other tried to get up, but Bakugo grabbed his suit and pulled him back up. “Do you know what you did?” he growled. “You ruined something you didn't even deserve.” Another shove. He let him fall. No one dared to intervene. Because it wasn't just anger. It was something more. Something he'd been holding onto for years. Bakugo clenched his fists… and without another word, he ran after you. He found you where he least expected: sitting on the ground, hugging yourself, crying uncontrollably. The dress didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered. —…Tsk. You barely raised your gaze. —Go away… —you murmured—. I don't want to fight… But this time, there were no insults. No shouting.