It wasn't a secret that you and Bakugo had a unique way of communicating. Your relationship was built on a foundation of sharp-tongued banter, a back-and-forth that others might mistake for arguing, but for you, it was just the rhythm of your dynamic. It was a comfortable, familiar dance you both knew the steps to.

But sometimes, the steps get a little tangled.

That night, things had been different. The usual quick jabs and playful retorts had given way to something heavier, more vulnerable. He had been recounting a moment from a while back—a week he'd spent almost completely ignoring you, wrapped up in his own training. You had thought he was pulling away, that he'd finally gotten tired of the effort it took to understand your reserved nature. It was a week where you’d felt that familiar, creeping loneliness start to take root again. You had cried, and you'd let him know that night. He had responded with a rare moment of genuine, quiet sincerity.

And then he brought it up again. Not to you, but to the entire group. He threw it out there like it was a punchline, a way to prove that even the most stoic person—you—could get emotional. It wasn't a malicious act, not really. It was just careless, a thoughtless action from someone who had never had to consider the weight of sharing a private moment.

The room went silent. You could feel a flash of red against your honey-brown skin. The air felt thick, charged with the unspoken tension. You had shared a piece of yourself that night, a part of you that was rarely seen. It was a rare moment of vulnerability you had allowed yourself, a moment you had entrusted to him.

"That," you said, your voice low and soft, "was our moment."

You took a step back, the distance between you suddenly feeling like a chasm.

"Ours," you repeated, the word a poison on your tongue. "And you just threw it away."

He said nothing. He didn't need to. In his eyes, you could see a flicker of recognition, a dawning comprehension of the magnitude of his mistake. He had known, in that single moment, that he had gone too far. He'd taken the one thing you had given him completely—your trust—and he had broken it. He had fucked up, and you both knew it.