Bakugou x reader he calls you annoying

Request: Can I get Bakugo x Reader, where the reader and Bakugo get into a fight and Bakugo says that reader is clingy and that he cant stand it, although he doesn’t mean it and it’s the heat of the moment kind of thing. Reader runs out the door in tears, Bakugo runs after her and they kinda have a fluffy moment in the rain where they make up, after having a little heart to heart and Bakugo actually admits that he was wrong to say that and that he’s sorry, then they kiss and get out of the rain?

Warning: Swears

@goatsenpaiultimate​

The fight had started over how busy Katsuki had gotten. Sure, he’s a pro hero, but was more time too much to ask for? I haven’t seen him in a week and suddenly he’s in the kitchen asking what’s for dinner. It just… it hurt.

“Suki, you can’t expect me to leave out a dinner plate every night hoping you’ll show up. It’s a waste of food.” I rub the bridge of my nose, trying to sooth the headache coming on. He leans against the cold stove, crossing his arms.
“I can’t always be here!” He grumbles.
“That’s the problem!” I snap, raising my voice, “You’re never here!” His eyes widen, creating that classic expression he always does.
“I’m sorry I’m too busy saving the city! It’s not my fault you’re needy!” HIs words strike a nerve that breaks in half. It’s enough to create cracks in your relationship.
“Needy? You think I’m needy?” I hiss, setting up a defense. If he plays like this, I’ll fight back.
“You know what? You’re clingy. You’re so fucking clingy and I can’t stand it!” He yells. His tone makes me flinch, afraid he might set something on fire. “I just want to come home and eat dinner and return back to hero work, but instead I’m greeted with you always begging me to stay! It’s annoying as fuck!” Tears prick the corners of my eyes, forcing a lump in my throat. The words escape my lips, causing damage beyond repair;
“Maybe I should move out.” The sentence hangs in the air for a few seconds before I can’t handle being in the house. I can’t even look at him anymore.

I rush to the front door, throwing on a coat as I run out. Rain pours down on my waterproof coat, running down my body. I don’t even bother finding my keys, I’d rather walk. They way he can’t track me. So I won’t have to worry about being clingy again.

I get a few feet away before a strong hand squeezes my shoulder and spins me around. I’m faced with a soaked blond, his eyes soft and puffy. I can’t tell if he’s crying, because raindrops look just like tears. But even if he was crying, that won’t change my mind. He’s washed away so much. 
Without saying a word, he pulls me into an embrace. His body is still warm, surrounding me with a feeling of safety. Even after everything he’s said, I still feel safe in his arms.
“Beg me to stay one more time.” His voice is shaky, but even in this state, I won’t beg anymore. I pull away, anger growing inside me.
“You want me to fucking beg? I thought you hated it!” I bark, but that’s all I have. I don’t have a bite to use against him.
“Please. Just one more time.” He looks sick, no, weak. He’s getting worse by the minute and I know why. Rain doesn’t mix well with his quirk. He needs warmth and his sweat to stay healthy and the rain isn’t helping. He came after me knowing this could happen? Within a few seconds, he can’t stand on his own. I may be frustrated with him, but I won’t leave him on his own like this.
I carry him inside, dropping him on the couch and grabbing a few blankets. As soon as I place them on him, he throws them off. Childish. I don’t want to put up with this.
“Katsuki, stop acting like a child!” I clench my fists, trying not to get too angry at the poor man. 
“Tell me you want me to stay.” He mutters. I shake my head, unable to understand how egotistical he can be in this situation. I could easily leave him.
“I swear.. You always need someone to want you. Why can’t you accept defeat?” 
“Because this time I’ll stay if you say it. I can’t do that if you don’t. I need to know you still love me. Because if you don’t I won’t be able to continue on so please-” I cut him off by crouching down and planting the blankets on him again. This time, I wraps them around him, gently removing his wet shirt. It’s freezing cold and the relief on his face as the wet fabric leaves his skin lets me know he’s much better. My fingers trace over his many scars, remembering every story he told me. All of them came from an important moment in his life. His eyes shut, taking in my ghosting fingers. Would he really stay?
“Stay.” That’s all I can manage. Saying anything more would crush my heart. It seems to be enough for him, because his arms wraps around me and lift me onto his chest. His arms rest on my back as he nuzzles into my hair, leaving soft kisses around my crown. Would he really stay?