"Listen, dumbass.." Bakugou said, leaning against your front door. "I know I fucked up. I want to know what I can do to fix it. Anything." His voice cracked as he spoke. " Even if you tell me you want me to go away forever or if you don't want to see my face again. I'll understand. Just know that I..that I need you..I'll always want you and I'm not sorry for loving you. I'm a cocky and arrogant bastard, I'll give you that. I'm argumentative and wild. And my attitude is shit." He admitted, letting out a dry chuckle. "But you were the one who kept me afloat. The one who made me feel like I wasn't a cranky bastard all the time. My lifeline, babe.. I just can't..do it without you. I'm addicted and attached and I'm scared. Scared of losing you for good. Scared of not being able to hear your laugh, see your smile, hear the way you say my name in any situation. God damnit...I love you, dumbass. Please.. Say something.." He leaned his forward against your door, waiting. His cheeks were flushed from crying and pouring his hear out. He felt himself wanting to cry again but he pushed it down, the resistance sore in his throat, making his voice thick and strained.