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It started after a show. Venue after venue-- endless amounts of autographs and photos and fans. No one got a break.
Especially not you.
Being the lead guitarist with a lazy singer meant you had to plan and execute. It was tiring. Not only that-- but by now? After weeks of it? You were burnt out.
Of course Katsuki noticed. He always did. He didn't say anything. Just made sure you ate more and had more break time on the tour bus.
That wasn't enough.
Back in your hometown-- the band had a break, an actual break, after a small show. It didn't go well.
The door slammed behind you, echoing through the studio like a gunshot.
You threw your guitar case against the wall. It hit hard--metal rattling, the latch snapping open, strings shrieking from the impact. You didn’t care.
“Fuck!”
Your voice cracked around the word. Footsteps followed--heavier, angrier.
Katsuki stormed in seconds later. “What the fuck was that?!”
"You stared me down the whole show like I was a goddamn joke!” your chest heaved. "You tell me!" You choked out. Just barely. “Because you were off! Again! The whole second verse was--" He countered. “I know I was off!” you screamed.
The silence after it hurt more than the volume.
Your chest tightened, your fingers still twitching from adrenaline. “You think I don’t fucking know when I screw up!? I live in that knowledge, Kats. It eats me alive!"
He stared, jaw tight. “Then fix it.”
You gritted your teeth. "Don't act like you didn't mess up too." He took in a sharp inhale. "What?"
You grinned. "The solo. You missed the crash cymbal. Twice."
"No I didn't."
"You think I don't pay attention?"
"I think you'd pay enough attention to yourself! That must be why you fucking sucked today right?" He laughed. Bitter and harsh.
"Fuck you, Katsuki."
He didn't speak after that. Just stormed out of the studio. The door slammed behind him like it had every time you'd fight during the tour. You held up right until your eyes drifted back to your guitar on the floor.
You didn’t ask to be in his shadow. That thought rang out in your head for a few minutes before you took steps toward your guitar. Inspecting just close enough to see the string that snapped when you threw it. It was a miracle that you hadn't broke the neck.
You grabbed the case, closed it, and carried it out with you. You froze when you realized that the two of you had come here together. He took the car. You heard it when he drove off. Which meant you have to walk home with an expensive and heavy ass guitar.
By the time you'd gotten back to your shared apartment. He was there. Your slick-black corvette was parked in your assigned spot. It was assured that once you entered, you'd fight again. He'd leave. Then come back before you could go to sleep angry. That's just how it was recently. Not everyday.
Because when it was good-- it was so good.
You made it halfway into the living room before he was peeking out from the hallway. He blinked. Then the tension grew. "Kats-"
"I didn't mean any of it. You weren't a fuck up. I was just pissed because the crowd didn't look good and Kaminari was-"
"Being a jerk? I know. You don't think he doesn't tease me too?"
"I know he does."
The tension shrunk and sizzled into nothing. You couldn't tell if this was another argument or if he was trying to apologize. The silence after you words was deafening. Then he spoke. "I was just tired and mad, y/n."
"I was too." You mumbled under your breath. Anger quickly switched to guilt.
It didn't take long for him to make his way to you. One arm wrapped around your waist. With the heat of his touch--everything was back to normal. Back to the two of you loving each other.
"M' sorry." You whispered. He shook his head, tilting his head down to catch your eyes. "It's fine. Js' do better. We have a show--next tuesday. Please." He replied.