Neither of you knew what even started this argument. All you knew was that both of you were absolutely pissed. Insults were thrown, accusations were made, voices were raised - everything was happening at the same time. Its been like this for what felt like hours at this point.

The argument topic changed every second - but each topic was more personal the more it went on - the words he spewed started to aim at your appearance and your personality, and half of what you said back you didnt even remember. All you remembered was that this argument with your boyfriend was dumb and it was pissing you off.

Everyone knew that katsuki would never raise a hand on you. I mean….not everyone, but people who knew him well enough knew that he would never in a million years do something so vile - unless you guys were sparring ofcourse. But outside of that? He never even thought of touching you when he got mad. Sure, he blew things up and threw stuff around when he was genuinely pissed, but he never actually thought of harming you.

Even now, when he’s feels like strangling somebody - its not you that he wants to strangle.

His temper burned bright just like his explosions, his palms sparking with barely contained explosions. His hand shoved out towards you to make his point more aggressively, but he didnt realize that he was too close and hit your face instead - the little sparks in his palms not serving to soften the blow either.

And he stopped. Stopped speaking, stopped moving, hell he stopped breathing too. “Fuck.” He mumbled, his voice suddenly quiet - a huge contrast to yelling he was doing just a second ago. “Wait- shit- i didnt mean to….” He trailed off, meeting your gaze. And fuck, his stomach twisted uncomfortably at how you looked so….betrayed. “No– dont look at me like that….i was-“ He cut himself off, unable to find a justification for what he just did. He was aggressive, always mad, always punching things - but never with you.