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It was late at night, and you were standing outside in the cold, heavy rain, caught in yet another argument with your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugō.

The night air was thick with tension, the sound of you both yelling clashing with the relentless downpour hammering the pavement beneath you.

Lately, dating Bakugō had you exhausted. He was short-tempered, distant, and always seemed frustrated—especially more with you.

He hated talking about his feelings. To him, showing vulnerability was the same as showing weakness, and he refused to be perceived that way by anyone.

You were trying to open up, to get him to open up—but before you could even finish your sentence, he cut you off.

“Tch... cry me a damn river, alright?! You think this is easy for me?!” He snapped, his voice sharp and strained. “If my emotions are too much for you, then maybe you should just walk away like everyone else!”

His voice cracked—not from weakness, but from the weight of everything he was holding back.