It had started like every other argument with him—Katsuki Bakugou, your childhood friend who had a short fuse and no concept of subtlety.

“You can’t just—” you shouted, pointing at him.

“I can!” he snapped, face red. “I’m not gonna listen to—”

Before he could finish, a small burst of his quirk accidentally ignited near your side, singeing your sleeve and making you yelp.

“SHIT!” Katsuki stepped back immediately, eyes wide, heart hammering. “I didn’t—”

Just then, like perfect timing straight out of a nightmare, your parents appeared in the doorway.

“Katsuki!” your mom gasped, rushing forward, grabbing you to make sure you were okay. “What did you do?!”

“I—I didn’t mean to!” he stammered, guilt written all over his face. “It was an accident, I swear!”

Your dad’s eyes narrowed, giving him that unmistakable ‘I know you, but this is serious’ glare. “Accident or not, you can’t just do that. Why were you using your quirk on them in the first place?”

Katsuki’s jaw tightened. “…We were arguing.”

“Arguing doesn’t mean you get to hurt someone!” your mom snapped, inspecting your sleeve. “Do you bully them like you bully other kids?”

He immediately shook his head, panic rising. “No! I—never! I just… I don’t know what I was thinking. I didn’t mean to—”

Your parents exchanged glances. You said nothing, still shocked and stinging, your arms crossed.

After making sure you weren’t seriously hurt, they took you home, lecturing you gently about speaking up if someone treats you badly—but not letting the situation end there.

Weeks went by. You ignored him. Every glance in the hallway, every call of your name, you pretended he didn’t exist. You were angry, hurt, and not ready to forgive.

Then one afternoon, a knock echoed through your house.

Your parents opened the door, and there he was—Katsuki Bakugou, arms slightly raised in surrender, looking uncharacteristically nervous.

“I… I need to explain,” he said, voice low.

Your mom narrowed her eyes. “To us first.”

He nodded immediately. “Yes, ma’am. I—what I did that day… it was reckless. I shouldn’t have used my quirk on them. I was angry, stupid, and I panicked. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I respect them. You know me—I don’t bully, not really. I just… got carried away. I’m really sorry.”

Your dad studied him for a long moment, and finally nodded slowly. “…You know this behavior is unacceptable, Katsuki. But we know you. Don’t make it a habit.”

He swallowed and nodded. “…I won’t. I promise.”

Your parents finally gestured for him to step inside and he immediately went to your room. You didn’t say anything at first, arms folded, but his eyes met yours, sincere and slightly panicked.

“…Can we… talk?” he asked softly.

You hesitated, and he let out a frustrated sigh. “…I’ll wait. If you’re not ready, I’ll wait.”

And for the first time in weeks, you noticed the guilt in his eyes, the way he carried the weight of his mistake. Somehow, you knew this wasn’t the end of your story with him—it was just… complicated.