prompt: the couple fights

warning: strong language and a verbal fight

word count: 1282

.・-: ✧ :-　second-person point of view　-: ✧ :-・．

You struggled to recall the last time you went on a date. Your memories fogged over when you tried to recall a recent moment of quality time. One thing you did know was painful: it had been too long since he last kissed you. He was your boyfriend, but lately, it felt like he was just a ghost. Flowing in and out, sometimes making a sound, sometimes remaining invisible, but always leaving you feeling cold.

Shinso had always dreamed of being a hero, even though he was told his entire life his quirk could only be used for evil. He was going to change their minds; he was going to show them all that he could be the greatest hero. Shinso had always been a hard worker and dedicated to the select things he truly cared about. You had always thought you were one of those things.

You rubbed your face with your hands in frustration. He was late. Again. Did he take on an extra shift and not tell you about it? It was frustrating how you hardly got to see the man you were supposed to love. You tolerated him ignoring you and your needs because you knew how important his dream was to him. You desperately wanted to see him succeed, but you wanted your relationship to succeed as well.

"Where have you been?" You asked as Shinso finally entered his apartment. It was past eleven. He was supposed to get home at six.

"I was working," Shinso stated with a tired voice. He lazily slipped off his shoes and jacket with a yawn.

"You're always working," You reminded him while crossing your arms over your chest.

"I just worked some overtime," Shinso explained. "I'm close to getting that promotion, it's just going to take me going the extra mile."

"And how long have you been doing that?" You asked, sitting down beside him on the sofa.

"I don't know..." Shinso confessed, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Six months, Hitoshi," You said with a sigh. "I'm worried you're overworking yourself. You're never home when I stop by, you're always late, you constantly look exhausted, and you've bailed the past four times we've tried to go out."

"I'm sorry I've just been busy," Shinso said, not looking you in the eye but rather staring at his feet.

"Is there any way you can not be so busy?" You asked, desiring your boyfriend to be in your life again.

"You want me to stop when I'm this close?" Shinso asked in a confused tone. "I've worked my whole life for this, and you know that (Y/n)."

"That's not what I'm asking," You clarified. "I'm just asking for my boyfriend back, okay?"

"What?" Shinso was getting frustrated now. He looked at you.

"We don't spend any time together anymore," You admitted, feeling guilty about having to almost nag him when he was this tired. However, you didn't know when you would get another chance to see him.

"I just feel like--like you care more about your work than you do about me," You confessed, feeling a lump form in your throat. You swallowed it down, knowing tears would only make you seem more pathetic.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's only my life-long dream," Shinso replied sarcastically. You were taken aback by his sudden harshness. It hurt to hear him talk to you like that. Whenever he was sarcastic with you it was in a witty playful way, which was one of the things you fell in love with. Now, his tone was angry; almost mean.

"I'm sorry," You said genuinely. "I just feel neglected."

"And your feelings are the only ones that matter?" Shinso challenged, sending you half a glare.

"You're my boyfriend, you're supposed to be there when I need you!" You explained, standing up from the sofa. You were getting angrier by the second, and Shinso certainly wasn't helping.

"I've been your boyfriend for almost two years, I've had this dream since I was five!" Shinso shouted in frustration. You took a step back and scoffed. You felt the lump in your throat returned but you spoke through it,

"So you do care about it more than me."

"No, that's," Shinso sighed while gritting his teeth. "That's not what I meant!"

"Then why'd you say it?" You asked as Shinso rose. He ran his hands through his long lilac hair and groaned.

"I don't have to put my entire life on hold every time you feel a little clingy, (Y/n)!" Shinso told you with an angry tone.

"A little? I haven't got to actually talk to you in six months!" You pointed out, feeling your emotions boil up inside of you.

"If I'm such a horrible boyfriend then why don't you just leave?" Shinso suggested while tossing his hands into the air exasperatedly.

"Maybe I will!"

"Good!"

There was a moment of silence. Shinso regretted those words the moment they left his lips, but he was too tired and stubborn to say he was sorry soon enough. You were gone in a storm of tears. Shinso leaned his head against the nearby wall as he heard the sound of his front door slamming closed. Shinso felt his breath come out in shaky pants as he balled his fists. 

'You fuck up every good thing your life, don't you?' He scolded himself angrily. Tears burned through his eyes as he listened to the thunderstorm brewing outside. He hated himself for what he said to you. There were no excuses; he fucked this up. It was all his fault and he knew it. If he had just given you the love and attention you deserved you wouldn't have left. And he had no idea if you were ever coming back.

"Fuck..."

You crashed your door shut loudly. No doubt you probably woke somebody up with how late it was. You didn't make it far into your apartment before you fell to the ground, sobbing. You hugged your knees to your chest and cried your heart out. How could you let this happen? Why did you leave? You never should have brought it up! You know how much he cares about this, you should've just given him more time. Your tears stained your clothes as you cried on the floor.

Still feeling tears fall down your face, you change out of your now damp clothes and into something to sleep in. You fell onto your bed face-first. You wished you could just fall asleep and when you woke up, this nightmare of a day would be just that; a nightmare. You physically ached from crying, but even in your weak state your couldn't sleep. You jolted up when you heard loud and sudden banging on your door.

You got up, confused. It was almost three in the morning. You opened the door, too upset to care if anyone saw you in such a broken state. Behind the closed door stood Shinso, soaking wet from the rain. You could tell by the way his eyelashes stuck together and the redness around his eyes that he had been crying too.

"I'm sorry," He breathed shakily. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean what I said! I just--please don't--don't leave me. I don't know what I'd do without you, I'm sorry." Not caring if you would get wet, you brought Shinso into a tight embrace. You held his close as you felt yourself begin to cry again. It was so good to feel his arms around you again; it had always felt right.

"I'm sorry too, Hitoshi," You whispered. "We should've just talked about things instead of arguing."

"No, it was my fault," Shinso said, hugging you tighter. "I should have--"

"It doesn't matter, let's not let it happen again, okay?" You suggested with a bitter chuckle. Shinso nodded and buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"I love you so much, (Y/n)."

"I love you too."