It was a stupid argument. He shouldn’t get this way. You would come running back in no time, he just had to wait.

But he’s waited for days now and you haven’t texted him a thing. He’s contemplated texting you first, but in the end, the great Katsuki Bakugo would never fold over an extra. That’s all you were, an extra. Someone he could toss away at any given moment.

So why, as he stares at his phone screen, does he feel this ache in his chest? This feeling of despair, regret—it’s so new to him. He’s never felt this way over someone, nobody had ever belittled him enough to feel like this. Well, expect shitty Deku, but that’s a different story.

The swirling pit in his stomach was full of somber, his guilt slowly eating him whole. He yelled you things he’s starting to regret and made you leave to your parents house, demanding a break between the two of you. He thought he’d be fine without you for a couple days, but he’s not so sure anymore. He… He took you for granted, as much as he hates to admit that. He never realized how much he would actually miss you until you were actually gone.

His thumbs slightly trembled as he slowly dialed a number he hadn’t called in a while. She knew she would probably just cuss and shout at him, but… for some reason, it felt right to call her.

As the phone rang, he pressed it against his ear and waited, biting his bottom lip to restrain himself from breaking. The other line picked up after a few rings and her voice rang out. “Katsuki?” His mother questioned, probably confused on why he was calling him.

The words were stuck in the back of his throat. He couldn’t speak, everything was just too much. Finally, in a voice softer than he wanted to, he spoke. “Ma… Can I… love?” He whispered out, the trembling in his words evident.

He expected some yelling, or maybe a snarky retort, but he never expected what came out of her mouth. “Oh.. My baby..” She crooned so softly, like he was a little kid again.

That’s when Katsuki Bakugo finally broke down.