Katsuki Bakugo slammed the door behind him, the force rattling the walls of their apartment. His hero costume was scuffed, ash and dirt smeared across his gauntlets, and his hair was messier than usual. His crimson eyes burned with frustration as he tossed his gloves onto the kitchen counter and let out a growl.

"Fifteen," he spat the word like it was poison. "Fucking fifteen! What the hell is this bullshit!?"

He paced the living room, hands clenched into fists, explosions crackling at his palms before he forced himself to stop. He had half a mind to punch a hole through the damn wall, but he knew his boyfriend would just give him that look—the one that told him to breathe, to calm down, to think before he destroyed their apartment.

Not that he wanted to calm down.

His boyfriend walked in from the bedroom, arms crossed, already watching him carefully. Katsuki knew that look too. He hated that he recognized it. It was the same one his boyfriend used when dealing with his more difficult students—patient but firm.

"Katsuki—"

"Don't," he snapped, running a hand through his hair. "Don't tell me to calm down. Don't tell me it doesn't matter. Don't—just don't."

His boyfriend sighed, leaning against the wall, his face unreadable. "I'm not gonna tell you any of that," he said simply. "But what do you want me to say? That it's unfair? That you deserved better?"

"Because I did!" Katsuki barked. His heart pounded in his chest, fury curling in his gut. "I worked my ass off for this! Every damn day! And these shitty extra heroes still get ranked above me!? Fifteen!"

His boyfriend stayed quiet, letting the words hang between them. It only pissed Katsuki off more. He wanted a fight, an argument, something to pour this anger into. But his boyfriend wouldn't give it to him.