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#but call anything i do ‘useless’ and you’d better hope you have a fire extinguisher on hand

notchesandbullets · 3 years

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A Soft Confession Draped in Ivory and Silk (Pro-Hero!Bakugou x Pro-Hero!Reader)

Warnings: cursing, sort of domestic fluff in the snippet of the future Bakugou sees with you, mentions of alcohol, Aged-Up!AU, suggestive themes, implied smut, mutual pining, there's a lot of fluff in this one.

Synopsis: It’s been a few years since you’ve graduated UA. This was supposed to be a trouble-free reunion, except your reservations got screwed up and now you have to room with someone else while you're staying for the entirety of the trip. The weird thing is, everyone seems to have some kind of excuse as to why they can't let you sleepover in their room for the night. So, you decide on Bakugou's, the only person who can't say no because he hasn't arrived yet. But your actions have consequences and now you need to deal with all the feelings that you've been frantically suppressing as they resurface.

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"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" Bakugou seethed hotly, vastly annoyed with the sight that greeted him.

He had kicked open the door to his allocated hotel room, exhausted from the long drive and wanted nothing more than to flop on the comfy bed and just fall asleep but that couldn't happen if you were here.

Of course it had to be you. Of all the shitty extras, it had to be you.

Fuck.

Rolling your eyes at his angry exasperation, you continued stirring the pot on the stove without paying him any attention, which you knew irritated him greatly. Free hand planted idly on your hips, your brow scrunched up as you caught a whiff of burning potatoes and quickly turned off the fire.

Alright, so you weren't the best at cooking, but that wasn't going to stop you. A girl's gotta eat.

In hindsight, you could've just picked up some food on the way or been smart and packed a lunch before you left but in your defense, you were running late. You blamed being completely unprepared on Mina, who failed to inform you in time so you would have enough time to appropriately pack and not panic about seeing all your old classmates from your UA days.

By the time she told you of this little trip, you had exactly seven hours to get everything in order and head up north to the high-end hotel Iida and Yaoyorozu, the old class representative and executive officer, reserved for the group of 22.

They had decided to hold a reunion of some sorts since it had been a number of years since you guys all graduated. Really, you suspected it just to be an excuse for all of you to get drunk but you weren't complaining.

Hero work was taxing.

Even Aizawa, Present Mic, All Might and Midnight had come along for the weekend getaway. Though they were stuck in traffic and wouldn't make it until the next morning.

"The reservations got mixed up when Midoriya called in." You said over your shoulder to the grumpy man pouting in the corner, scooping out the soup in the pot into bowls and you ignored how Bakugou growled when the name of his rival passed through your lips. "It was either share a room with you or Mineta, so..."

Bakugou glowered at you from the other side of the room but he didn't argue. That little pervert might've grown up a bit since he actually transformed into a decent hero who was a feminist and advocated for women all the time instead of trying to touch them constantly without consent, but that didn't mean he wanted you to sleep in the same bed as the fucking grape head.

Weirdly enough, everyone you asked seemed to have an excuse as to why they couldn't let you sleep over with them for a night until the mistake was sorted out. The guys you could understand but the girls?

Something was kind of off there.

So then it was just down to Mineta, who was an absolute no in your book, and Bakugou, who was the only one who hadn't arrived yet.

Knowing that you'd be completely screwed over if he said no too, you made a choice, figuring he could kick you out if it really was too much of a bother.

At least the accommodations were nice.

The room was a luxurious suite, more than big enough to hold you both without getting in each other's way.

Rich, velvet curtains hung from the valances and a small crystal chandelier hung above the mahogany table. The kitchen was fully equipped with the latest line of appliances in Japan and stocked with utensils and stainless steel cookware. The room even came with French doors that separated the bedroom from the cozy living area and kitchen parts of the suite, giving it a secluded but romantic feel.

You ignored the latter portion of that vibe.

The two of you were friends at best and you were still wondering if you could even call him a close friend when most of your interactions happened on the job in joint operations that required both of your quirks.

It was hard to ever find to get out and see your friends, let alone even consider dating. You had given up that dream after some sleazebag tried to get into your pants after one date. When your team figured out he was after your fame, that put the nail in the coffin and you hadn't tried to see anyone else since then.

For a time there, you had thought you had some potential for a relationship with Shindou since the two of you held mutual attraction for each other but that was over when he started seeing one of his old classmates.

You were happy for the both of them but it didn't dull the ache in your heart for someone who understood the life that you lived.

And not in a platonic way.

Shindou being in a relationship honestly didn't come as a surprise to you, he had feelings for her since the provisional licensing exam and besides, your heart was set on someone else.

Someone you could never hope that they would return your feelings.

Breezing out of the kitchen with two portions in hand, you passed one to the grumpy ash-blond's way.

Bakugou scoffed haughtily as he left his luggage by the door and threw himself down into the sofa positioned behind the TV, completely ignoring your peace offering. "What the fuck makes you think I want to eat your shitty cooking?"

"Suit yourself."

You shrugged your shoulders and set it down on the coffee table, undeterred by his crude yet muffled language. Something things never changed, you could still read him like a book. His temper was all a front.

Had been since high school. Now you both were pros, constantly out on the streets and saving the day. It was rewarding work but it was also exhausting.

You couldn't put into words how much you were looking forward to this getaway trip, where you didn't have to worry about appearances or the media catching you off guard.

You don't know exactly how, but somehow Todoroki, Yaoyorozu and Iida managed to pay them off or something to get them to leave you alone for the blessed three days this reunion was going to span.

And you have to say, you had never been more grateful to have rich people as friends.

Leaving to go change so that you were ready for the dinner tonight with all of your old classmates while simultaneously chowing down on your delicious (somewhat burnt) food, the corner of your mouth quirked up in a smile as you heard the bowl scrap against the table as the grumpy hero begrudgingly pulled it toward him.

Unable to resist, you tossed a lighthearted jab over your shoulder without looking at him. "Aw, you do have a heart~"

"Fuck off, dumbass." Bakugou spat from around a mouthful of potato, yet making no move to set down the food you had spent so much time making before he arrived.

Even though it was a little overcooked, it tasted better than any of the shit he had been forcing himself to eat recently.

Being a pro was no fucking joke, not that he ever treated it like one before, but it sure as shit seemed a lot easier when they were students and had fucking adults to rely on.

It was still fucking weird to him to think of his old homeroom teacher as a colleague.

Bakugou lazed around for a couple hours after he finished eating your food. He wasn't ever going to admit it, but your home cooking hit the spot. His own cooking was still better but yours wasn't shit. At least, not compared to that fucking Dunce Face's.

He still remembered when you and Sato would make dinner back when they all lived in Heights Alliance. Of course, Emergency Exit had a fire extinguisher handy anytime you were in the kitchen because you had a habit of lighting things on fire.

A lot.

Flipping through the channels on the TV boredly, Bakugou blankly stared at the screen with moving pictures that he couldn't care less about as his mind wandered back to you.

When Kirishima first told him about the trip, he flat out declined coming with.

There was no fucking way he was going. Why the hell would he want to see all their annoying faces and shit?

At least, that was all that was running through his mind until the idiot slyly mentioned how you were going to be coming along.

Bakugou honestly didn't think you would be one for all this shit. According to his agent, you had been so swamped with work in your district that you hadn't been taking proper care of yourself. Not that he cared or anything.

But it was going to be a fucking inconvenience for him if you suddenly fainted on the job and was rushed to the hospital, leaving him to pick up all your damn slack.

Because your agencies were sort of near each other, he thought he couldn't take the time off if you were going, but his PR team had insisted, practically shoving him out the door so he could pack seven days early.

He had a sinking suspicion that his absence would allow them to curb the damage done after that stunt he pulled last month at the middle school they made him talk at.

It wasn't his fault!! Those damn kids had too many fucking questions!!

Alright, so that wasn't really it. He had overheard one of the teachers spewing shit about heroes and how useless they were so of course he was fucking angry. To have the fucking nerve to not even lower their voice in front of him was a trip but the last straw was when they carelessly brought up your name in the conversation, haughtily claiming that you didn't know how to do your job properly.

And he fucking lost it.

The entire security team had to pry him off of the wailing teacher when they arrived and once the facts were cleared up, no one could say that they really blamed him for reacting the way that he did but still, the press was going to have a field day when this got out.

Bakugou had clicked his tongue angrily and stormed the other way while the police got the situation sorted out.

He would own up to what he had done, he wasn't fucking afraid. He would kill them any day of the week.

But he halted in his tracks down the dreary and empty hallway when he saw a little boy sitting alone outside the classroom. He recognized him. He was inside during the meet-and-greet but the teacher that he had just got into a verbal battle with had sent him outside for some reason.

The child whimpered and curled into a tighter ball when he came closer and Bakugou cursed himself for not having the same calming effects on kids like Deku had.

"Oi, brat. What the hell are you doing sitting out here?" He asked abrasively, crouching down a little ways away to give him some space.

The kid sniffled loudly and raised his head, his eyes swollen and bloodshot from how hard he had been crying and Bakugou's heart twisted painfully.

"M-Mister?" He stammered out in a small voice. "Wha...?"

"You're crying."

Since no one else was around, Bakugou's guard dropped a fraction and his eyes softened slightly.

"Want to tell me what's wrong?"

After six minutes of the kid stuttering to find his voice in front of his idol, he managed to tell him a little bit.

And if Bakugou was mad before, he sure as hell was livid now.

Because this kid was being punished by his teacher and his peers for something he had no control over. His quirk.

His teacher hated him and would often send him outside because it would go off at random times and distract his classmates. And while everyone pointed fingers at him and laughed, he was left all alone to deal with a power that was too big for him to control.

Labeled a villain, he was cast out and even though the pro-hero could clearly see how kind his heart was just in the few minutes he'd interacted with him, no one else seemed to care enough to give him the time of day.

Bakugou offered out his hand and demanded that he get up. Timidly, the little kid did so, exclaiming out in surprise when he dragged him towards the direction of the classroom.

The hero could sense his rising fear and anxiety so he stopped just outside of the door where the police had been filing out of a minute ago and turned to him, squatting down to his level.

"Listen, brat." Bakugou barked out, but not unkindly. "Those extras don't mean a damn thing. You're fucking strong and you're going to be a great hero when you grow up."

He rapidly blinked his eyes and they sparkled. "Really?!"

Bakugou snorted. "Yup. Now, come on. It's storytime."

When he entered, he was disgusted to see how the teacher and the kids recoiled back from the boy hiding behind his legs. And while he couldn't necessarily fault the kids as much as their teacher because they were being taught that this little guy was a monster, to see a grown-adult grooming them to judge people like this was fucking wrong.

He would know.

Sitting down, he patted his thigh once to invite the little boy to take a seat on his lap. When the boy finally scrambled on and got comfortable, even though he was still clearly nervous about being in front of his class like this, Bakugou started his tale.

The few security officers who were standing by the teacher for safety should he launch at them again and his own agent were wary of his intentions, but all that diminished when he opened his mouth.

The calm hero told the wide-eyed kids how he was a bully to someone who had the true heart of what it took to be a hero and how he was able to grow by recognizing his mistakes and taking action. He told them that it was hard to change but that it was a good thing even though it felt weird and felt like the world was against him at times.

He told them that it didn't matter whether they had a strong quirk, a weak quirk or no quirk at all, at the end of the day, they were all the same: imperfect humans just trying to live and find happiness. And that everyone was deserving of respect.

Even the little boy they had casted out from their social circle.

Bakugou could see some things start to click in their minds and while he knew that most of this would fly over their heads for now since they weren't at an age where they had to think about all these things on the daily, he hoped that it would stick with them and come back to them when they needed it most.

The teacher's jaw had gone slack in shock and Bakugou glared at them, sending them one last pointed remark about how it was important to ensure the future generation had the tools they needed to thrive in this world and they gulped, averting their eyes as they were thoroughly intimidated by the way his burning eyes scorched into them.

Throwing his head back with a heavy sigh, Bakugou closed his eyes.

He needed this weekend to get the fuck away with everything that was wrong in this world and accept that he could only change the things he could control one at a time.

But patience was never his strong suit.

Growling, he pushed himself off of the too-comfortable couch and stormed his way to the front door to grab his luggage he had discarded to the side earlier before heading to the bedroom. He paused at the closed door for a second, briefly debating if he should knock or not but shook his head.

Fuck it. It's my fucking room.

He kicked open the door despite it being made of glass and he froze in place as his eyes landed on your form standing in front of the full-length mirror with your bare back to him.

Your eyes shining in the reflection of the polished mirror snapped to where his figure was still frozen in the doorway and you rolled your eyes, not even bothering to cover yourself up or anything.

It honestly wasn't anything he hadn't seen before, your hero costume had your back exposed all the time but you were damn annoyed that he had burst in when he did because he startled you and dropped the thing you had been playing with for a good half an hour now.

You were halfway to getting that tricky zipper to cooperate with you when he interrupted you. His timing literally could not be worse.

Sighing, you motioned him in, a bit confused why he cleared his throat and looked away from you as he set down his suitcase and strutted over without a fight.

"Make yourself useful and help me." You demanded with a slight pout. It was his fault the stupid thing was now all the way down again. Who made these things?!

You didn't have enough hands for this task.

In order to zip up the complicated dress, you needed to simultaneously hold together all the lace that crisscrossed near the neck while your other hand tried to wiggle up the zipper.

All while defying gravity and attempting not to twist your arms off.

Bakugou came to stand behind you and he exhaled frustratingly at the mess you made. The whole thing was tangled in the back, there were too many pieces for him to know what was supposed to go where.

"What the fuck did you even do, dumbass?" He muttered, more to himself than to you as he crossed over and pulled through the complicated design to get it to lay flat, his eyes narrowed in concentration.

You giggled, gathering your hair in one hand and sweeping it to one side so that it was off the nape of your neck and wouldn't get in the way.

You swallowed when his fingers brushed over your skin as he undid the damage you dealt to this fancy article of clothing and tried to ignore how your heart skipped a beat.

Honestly, you hated parties and fancy gatherings like the one tonight was going to be, but Mina and Ochako had begged you to wear something nice for at least one of the days, hence why you were now in this predicament.

Because you had absolutely no idea how to put on a dress this fancy.

Yaoyorozu had bought it for you last year when all of the girls from the former Class A and B went on a shopping spree, claiming it brought out your eyes and was such a perfect fit for you that you had to have it, regardless of how many zeros there were on the tag at the time of purchase.

You thought your eyes were going to fall out of your head the second she swiped her platinum credit card without so much as batting an eye.

You haven't gotten a chance to wear it yet. It really was a special occasions gown since it was floor-length and wouldn't be appropriate for any modern day clubs or work parties. So when the girls told you the dress code for this weekend, you were secretly a little excited, the inner child in you skipping around in circles at the notion of getting to play dress up.

According to Mina and Tsuyu, the ballroom that dinner was going to be served in tonight was supposed to be extravagant and you couldn't wait to see what it looked like.

The Solaria Hotel was one of Japan's finest and most exclusive establishments and had a five star rating from over hundreds of thousands of pro-heroes.

And you could certainly see why.

Just the size of the bedroom itself was already twice as big than your apartment that you rented out.

The king-sized bed was ridiculously huge and you were pretty sure the comforter was lined with genuine velvet. Silk sheets for the mattress and the pillow had your heart jumping for joy at how soft and silky it felt against your skin.

Aside from the bed, which also had a sheer white canopy draping down, the ceiling was ten feet high and rose petals were scattered around the huge room.

If you didn't know any better, you would think that this was a love hotel instead of one that they geared towards a resting spot for heroes. But you supposed you could understand why they had set it up the way they did.

Even heroes needed that kind of relief.

But luckily, the hotel business was slow this time of month and you didn't see many other guests when you came in, so the lack of bustle was a nice change of pace from your everyday hectic schedule.

Twisting around to see what was taking Bakugou so long to figure out the lace back, you yelped when he harshly pushed you back so that you were facing forwards.

"Hey!!" You protested indignantly and you swayed on your feet. It was a good thing you weren't wearing your heels yet.

He scoffed, deft fingers continuing to work at the knots as he repeated his earlier words. "What the fuck did you even do?"

"I didn't do anything!!"

This time, he snorted in disbelief. "Yeah right. This shit looks worse than Deku's hair."

"What the heck is that supposed to mean?!" You shrieked.

After arguing back and forth for a few minutes, you began to grow anxious as the time started to tick by. You had to be down there for dinner in less than an hour and you even though you had already done your hair and makeup, mostly, you still weren't really prepared for this.

Crowds weren't your thing, which made being a pro hard sometimes, but the work you did was worth that particular downside.

Your eyes widened and you hopped in place when Bakugou finally zipped you up. Spinning around and being careful not to trip, you beamed at him as you threw your arms around his neck.

"Thank you!!!" You squealed gratefully.

He clicked his tongue and huffed. "Yeah, yeah. Get off me now, dumbass."

You clambered off of him albeit ungracefully since this gown was pretty heavy thanks to the many layers of fabric and you flailed your arms like a baby bird as you lost your balance.

Bakugou's hand shot out to catch you before you fell but before you could thank him, he was already turning away and going to his side of the room.

But tried as he might, he couldn't stop staring at you even as you turned away.

As soon as he collected his luggage once more and dragged it over to his side of the bed that wasn't claimed by you, his thoughts drifted back to you once again as you twirled in the mirror, giggling to yourself as you remained completely oblivious to the vermilion gaze burning into your back.

He swore in his head. It was much harder to stop them from going rampant with that intoxicating scent of banana and citrus that came from a specific kind of lotion he knew you always put on ever since he got it for you.

It was a gift for the last Christmas your class shared in your third year in high school. And the only reason he bought you that was because fucking Raccoon-Eyes thought it would be a good idea to put a limit on the gift giving since Iida had gone all out last year and nearly flooded Heights Alliance with an obscene amount of presents.

Shinsou might've had a hand in helping deliver them.

But of fucking course you would be wearing it right now. He could smell it so clearly, it was so fragrant it was making his head go foggy.

Bakugou tried to concentrate on something, anything really that would get his mind off of you but to no avail.

Everywhere he looked, there was evidence of you and your light.

Your clothes folded neatly in the walnut dresser on the top drawer, your books on the nightstand, even all those bottles on the vanity in the joined bathroom that was connected to the bedroom that he didn't really think was necessary unless you were trying to scrape off your skin.

In the small walk-in closet, if it could even be classified as such, was filled only with your empty luggage and the hanger in which probably hung up the dress to prevent it from wrinkling before you put it on.

And now that he wasn't fucking fighting a battle with your stubborn zipper, Bakugou really got a chance to take you in.

The layers of pale green chiffon flowed around your ankles when you moved. Paired with billowy sleeves made from that same sheer material, it made you look ethereal. The bodice flattered your figure and the sweetheart neckline skimmed just below your collar bones, making you appear soft and pure, like a fairy who could bend nature to her will with just a kiss.

The lace back was beautifully intricate and the golden zipper was barely noticeable when you let go of your hair.

It cascaded down, the soft curls brushing against your shoulders and a glass butterfly clip was nestled in your hair to keep most of it away from your face, save for a few curled strands that framed your face.

You were breathtaking.

You raised an eyebrow curiously when Bakugou suddenly started to cough violently and worried that he had somehow managed to choke on his own spit, you gathered up your skirts and rushed over to him.

You weren't insulted when he brushed you off, shouting at you that he was fucking fine, but you didn't push the issue.

He grabbed his things from his suitcase and stomped off into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and you were left wondering what all of that was about.

Shrugging to yourself, you figured that he would either deal with it himself or go to Kirishima if and when he needed help.

Now, you were faced with a completely different dilemma.

There was about fifteen minutes before the scheduled time to report downstairs and you still needed to put on your shoes. But it was nearly impossible to see over the poofy skirts of this dress.

Groaning in frustration, you threw your hands down exasperatedly from trying to get it on for the fourth time. This was getting old.

Then, your whole face lit up when you got an idea.

Practically throwing yourself face-down on the bed, you squirmed and wiggled around on the king-sized bed until your back was flat against the cushiony mattress and you huffed, blowing the hair out of your face as you stuck your legs up in the air, grabbing for the shoes to put on as you bent your knees.

It was an awkward position as your skirt obeyed gravity but it worked.

Two minutes later you had both of the heels on the right way and did up the laces properly.

Inwardly, you were wondering why you were even bothering to teeter on these stilts for the entirety of the party but they completely the look. Besides, you were almost sure that you guys were going to take pictures later, even if Bakugou would only join you guys for one.

You hummed to yourself, standing up and smoothing out your skirt. You were in the middle of fixing your hair when the lock to the bathroom clicked and out stepped Bakugou.

Your eyebrows shot up to your forehead. Damn that man can clean up nice when he wasn't busy murdering villains.

A pressed suit adorned his broad frame and you had to swallow to stop yourself from drooling at how good he looked.

The suit was a classic black, with a crisp white shirt on the inside and his pants were clearly ironed before coming here. A red handkerchief peeked out from where it was tucked into his breast pocket and you swooned.

He had gotten everything right, right down to the shiny black dress shoes. You didn't know how it was possible to not have any wrinkles or a hair out of place as he slid up his embroidered tie with an irritated scowl, making the lapels lay flat with an aggressive swipe at the offending material.

You barely noticed his rising aggravation as they kept popping back up and he adjusted the cufflinks before jerking at the collar again.

"Here," You giggled. "Let me help."

Bakugou grumbled but lowered his hands and let you do as you pleased as you tucked it in further to get it to straighten out without popping back out.

"Thanks." He said gruffly and you flashed him a bright smile.

"Anytime!!"

Bakugou groaned quietly as you flounced out of the room. "You're too fucking cheerful."

You threw a charismatic smile his way as you skipped to the front door, making sure to grab your clutch on the way out. You didn't necessarily need your wallet tonight as you weren't planning on getting drunk but you weren't exactly comfortable leaving it in the hotel room.

Years of training had taught you that there were flaws in even the most advanced security systems.

"I didn't think you were going to dress up tonight." You commented casually as you waited for Bakugou to finish grabbing his wallet and phone before locking the door behind you two.

You were leaning against the glass barrier that surrounded the halls.

The Solaria Hotel was more than 100 floors, reminding you of the tower at I-Island that time you guys had to beat those villains to save the professor and restore order to the island. Bakugou's room was on the 80th floor, so you could see everything.

The layout of the circular building had basically ensured that it was hollowed out, rooms circled each floor and had an elevator on the north and south points of the building. In the empty space that you could see below as far as the eye could see, they had crystals suspended in the air that changed color periodically.

He scowled, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he fell in step beside you and you tore away from your admiration of the ingenuity of the architecture.

"Shitty Hair made me fucking wear this shit." Bakugou said through clenched teeth as he recalled Kirishima begging him to wear it so they could match tonight. He wasn't going to cave but then fucking Raccoon-Eyes threatened not to feed him.

That wouldn't bother him except for the fact that he wouldn't be able to see you and all the shitty extras would be free to hit on you.

Not on his fucking watch.

Of course, this was decided before he knew you were going to be crashing in his room. He could cook for himself just fine, he didn't need to eat that overpriced shit that Ponytail Girl and Emergency Exit fucking paid for but now he was going anyways because there was no way in hell you were attending alone.

Covering your smile behind your hand, you teased that no matter what he said, he would do anything for Kirishima if he asked and Bakugou exploded at you, right there, in the middle of the hallway.

You shrieked as he launched himself at you and you ran for your life, panting hard as you reached the vacant elevators in the nick of time, frantically pushing the button to get it to close before Bakugou caught up.

Hope swelled in your chest when the doors started to close but it plummeted when a hand stopped it just before it shut completely.

Bakugou licked his lips as he pushed them back open and you backed into the corner to get as far away from him as possible as he advanced.

You gasped when his hands slammed on either side of your head, the soft ding of the elevator doors closing lost on both of you as his eyes bore into yours.

"Time to fucking pay, dumbass." He smirked, leaning in close.

You glanced over his shoulder, quickly concluding that you wouldn't reach the first floor for a good minute and decided you needed to come up with a distraction to ensure you would live to eat at least a morsel of the heavenly food that awaited you.

Bakugou's eyes flew open as you boldly took a step forward, pressing yourself against him and he swallowed hard when your finger teasingly trailed down from his shoulder to his chest. He swore that even though he was wearing two layers, he could feel your touch as though there were no clothes between you two.

The glass of the elevator was transparent and if anyone were looking closely enough, they would be able to see how he was pinning you to the wall with no space between the two of you.

"Aw~" You cooed, batting your lashes at him prettily. "That's such a shame... I was really looking forward to tonight."

He fucking knew you were toying with him, making it sound like a implication that you wanted him to take you back to his room but he fucking knew that you loved food more than any other shit so you had to be messing with him.

But it was pretty hard to believe when you looked up at him so innocently.

Bakugou's mouth pulled back in a heated snarl and it took everything in him not to close the distance and crash his lips onto yours, claiming you for himself tonight, tomorrow, and every other night that was to come.

Your expression cleared as the elevator came to a halt and Bakugou, who had been bracing himself over you, was thrown off balance.

"We're here!!" You announced excitedly, skipping past him for the second time that night.

He slapped a hand to his forehead and rushed out of the elevator into the lobby to catch up with you.

Fuck, what was wrong with him tonight?

The layout of the first five floors were a bit different than the residence area since those were designated for recreational activities and an extensive training gym.

The lobby was beautiful, even though you had skimmed by it earlier just to figure out where you were going to stay since the reservations had been messed up but now you got a good look at it.

A huge crystal chandelier sparkled from the ceiling and your heels clicked as you walked across the polished marble tile.

Everything was gold and white, clean and shining so bright that you could see your reflection in all the surfaces that you looked in. The golden edging along the wainscot and the Victorian details in the carvings along the panels of the ceiling were incredibly well done.

It branched off into several sections, the ambiguity of the lobby enabling them to have several private rooms covered with a heavy velvet curtain to maintain complete privacy.

The only thing that distinguished this floor from looking like a private establishment altogether was the very noticeable front desk in which the staff were stationed.

You were told that there was minimal staff to ensure the utmost respect and privacy but you were glad to see human faces as opposed to all the high-tech the hotel had ingrained into it to make the stay as pleasant as possible.

You didn't know why but it was nice to have a human touch in a world advancing so fast that artificial intelligence and robots were becoming more and more prevalent.

At least you could soak in that hot tub later to forget about anything and everything, relaxing in a blissful state until they kicked you out.

You could sort of recall Mina telling you about it over the phone but you were busy packing so you couldn't pay too much attention to her. But you were pretty sure she said something about a state-of-the-art pool and made another mental note to check it out later once you got out of this ridiculous getup.

Your confidence and schoolgirl excitement that came from dressing up dwindled bit by bit until you were left standing outside of the ballroom in a nervous wreck.

Judging by the music you could hear inside and all the lively chatter, most if not all were already there, and now you were having second thoughts as you anxiously played with your sleeves.

It wasn't that you didn't think you looked good, you really loved how you looked, it was just... you were feeling a bit self-conscious now that you were about to go in.

It was the same feeling that you had right before you had to try out for the hero agency of your dreams right after graduation. You were a bundle of nerves that day but at least then you could prove yourself by using your quirk to fight and take out bad guys.

You highly doubted that Yaoyorozu or Mina would be amused if you took on that same attitude and ripped the dress to shreds.

Regardless of the fact that it was expensive, you really wanted to follow through with this despite the anxiety you were feeling right now.

Bakugou hung back once he caught up to you, chest heaving slightly. You were faster than he remembered. But as he noticed that you were fighting with something internally, he arched an eyebrow and argued with himself about whether or not it was a good idea to ask what shit was stopping you from going in.

By the time he told himself to fuck off and just do it, you had straightened your shoulders and opened the doors yourself.

A wide grin split across his face and he shook his head, in a mixture of begrudging admiration and a hell of a lot of disbelief.

You were fucking strong. No doubt about that.

He knew how much shit you had been through in high school. Your social anxiety was no fucking joke, you had real reactions to situations that stressed you out, but you were dealing with it time and time again just to push through and do what you loved.

That wasn't to say that you didn't fail at times but he was so fucking proud of you for asking the shitheads for help when you needed it.

Because you deserved it.

None of them judged you for it. Hell, Shoji had anxiety just like you, Ponytail Girl still had issues with her self-esteem frequently when her ability as a hero was being called into question by the press who often brought up her revealing hero costume as though that was the only thing that defined her, Icyhot was still dealing with the aftermath of his own trauma when something triggered him and Deku wasn't perfect either.

Your class had been through everything together. You guys were each other's family and were there for each other. Always.

You guys trusted each other with your lives and it was safe to say that you would go to bat for any of the others should they ever be in danger.

Bakugou was broken out of his thoughts as an all-too-cheerful voice shattered his trance.

"Bakugou, lookin' sharp!!" Kirishima called out, cupping his hands over his mouth so that his voice carried further.

Unfortunately, it caused a lot of other people to look his way and Bakugou's face twisted into a scowl.

"Fuck off, Shitty Hair."

Kirishma laughed, the bright sound relaying just how much his language never bothered him and he skipped over to loop his arm through the grumpy ash-blond's.

"Aw, what's got you so angry?" Kirishima teased with a grin, coming around on his other side to sling his arm around his shoulders when Bakugou threw him off.

Bakugou scowled, refusing to reply and his best friend's grin grew.

"So..." He drew out smugly. "I see you arrived with Y/N. Does that mean you finally manned up and told her how you feel?"

You whipped your head around in shock, breaking off your conversation with Jirou when you heard the explosion, and fell into a fit of giggles as the smoke from Bakugou's quirk cleared. Iida and Midoriya were doing damage control to a pent-up Bakugou and Todoroki was standing off to the side for moral support.

As for Kirishima and Kaminari, who had happened to be on his way to greet the pomeranian when the explosion occurred, were slapping their thighs and howling obnoxiously, tears leaking out of their eyes from laughing so hard.

Yaoyorozu shook her head. It was too early in the night to deal with all of this.

She sighed, gracefully putting a hand over her heart. "It seems like Bakugou-san's temper has not changed."

You snickered along with Jirou, who was covering her mouth with her hand in an attempt to stop the fit of uncontrollable laughter that had taken over her body when she saw Kaminari's hair sticking straight up due to the fire.

"Oh no, that definitely hasn't changed." You giggled, biting your lip to curb your smile when Bakugou glared at you as if he had heard you even though you were too far away to be within his earshot.

His vermilion eyes narrowed accusingly and you held up your hands in surrender, an innocent expression painted on your features.

Your giggle came out muffled when your teeth clamped down on your bottom lip and you ducked to hide behind Yaoyorozu when Bakugou started stomping over in your direction.

"Hide me!!" You yelped and Jirou rolled her eyes.

"He's already seen you." She pointed out, forgetting her earlier uncomfortability when you first sought her out upon your arrival.

The two of you tended to stick together for these kinds of things, since you both were equally out of your element when it came to formal wear and all things classified as girly.

And the dress code for tonight was a strict one. Girls had to wear dresses and guys a suit. The only exception was Shoji and that was only because no company could ever tailor a suit right to accommodate his dupi-arms.

You hunched down further, trying to make yourself smaller but it didn't do any good as a firm grip encircled your wrist and yanked you out from your terrible hiding place.

"I can still fucking see you." Bakugou seethed, sparks popping in the palms of his hands and you smiled nervously.

"Uh... Ah!! Wait—" Your objections were cut short when he dragged you away from the others. "Where are we going?!"

Yaoyorozu and Jirou exchanged a sympathetic look with each other.

"Do you think they'll be alright?" Yaoyorozu asked softly, her eyes worried.

Todoroki appeared beside her and sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. "They will be fine but perhaps we should give them a minute so Bakugou can collect himself."

"Iida-kun, is dinner ready?" Midoriya asked to take the attention off the two of you as the prospect of food was brought up and the former class rep vigorously nodded.

"Affirmative!!" He shouted, thrusting his hand high in the air to gather everyone as his old classmates started to drift towards him. "Let us sit in groups of four to make it easy for the staff to clean up, Class A!!"

Kaminari elbowed Shinsou in the ribs, interrupting his conversation with Tsuyu. "Do we still have to do what he says even though he's not the boss of us anymore?"

Shinsou sighed, running his hands through his hair and Tsuyu had a suspicion that it wasn't the first time he had asked this. "Yes, Kaminari. Because if you don't, you probably won't get to eat."

Kaminari's jaw dropped all the way to the floor but he recovered in a second, racing to his seat.

Tsuyu tapped a finger to her chin thoughtfully as she and Shinsou began to follow the overzealous blond to the tables that Iida was seating everyone at. "Do you really think Iida-chan would stop him?"

Shinsou chuckled, giving her one of his rare smiles as he pulled out the seat for her before sitting down himself at the table that held a fidgeting Kaminari and nervous-looking Kirishima.

Crooking a finger, he motioned her to come closer so he could whisper it without him hearing. "Nah, but it's fun to mess with him."

Tsuyu giggled, waving at Ochako and Mina from the other table since the six round tables were set up relatively close to each other in the huge ballroom, forming a circle.

They were currently towards the front where all the appetizers on tables lined with white cloth were served before the main course. Then, there was some kind of game set up on the adjacent side that looked like beer pong and the empty space at the back took up the majority of the ballroom was left alone as a dance floor for the upbeat music that would resume later on.

With a flick of her earphone jack, Jirou changed the playlist to classical and lowered the volume just as the food was coming out.

Mineta complained that the music was too slow and boring for his taste but he didn't argue anymore when Jirou silently threatened to electrocute him. Shoji coughed into his hand and grinned at the girl's spunk while Yaoyorozu just smiled.

Koda was signing to Aoyama. Even though he had gotten more comfortable talking with all of them, everyone's chatter was making it hard to hear, so as he relayed details about his latest mission, Ojiro was engaged in a discussion with Sato about whether or not food coloring was necessary in modern day society when more and more ingredients were being revealed to be unhealthy in nature.

Sero was trying to teach Hagakure how to fold a napkin into a swam while Todoroki and Tokoyami talked about the latest hero news after exchanging pleasantries.

And Midoriya, Ochako, Mina and Iida filled up table five. Which left just the one for the two who had yet to sit in their seats.

Iida shook with restraint before abruptly standing up to shout for you and Bakugou who were still talking in the far corner about something he couldn't hear but Midoriya caught his arm and eased him back down.

The food had just come out and it was hot. He had helped Iida order food for tonight so he knew it was going to be good.

Each table got five different kinds of entrées to share, hence why they could only fit four people at each table instead of five like Iida had initially planned since the piping hot food coming out from the kitchen was monstrous and would take up a ton of space.

Wagyu beef, fugu, kujira, basashi, otoro, fresh-steamed vegetables and even yubari melon for a refreshing taste was set down on gold-rimmed platters and left to be ravished by the hungry people eyeing it like some sort of animal.

Everyone was hungry, and Midoriya knew you wouldn't mind if you guys started ahead so he opened it up to his fellow heroes, and even though he knew Kacchan might say something about it later, he still clapped his hands together and dug in.

Some of them, like Kaminari, Aoyama and surprisingly Tsuyu followed his lead and tore in right away, while others like Tokoyami, Todoroki and Yaoyorozu were too busy with their own conversations to be bothered with the food at the moment.

Kaminari stopped stuffing his mouth long enough to glance at Kirishima out of the corner of his eye.

"What's the matter?" He asked and with his cheeks stuffed full it was a little hard to hear him but Kirishima got his point.

His brow drew together worriedly. "They kind of look like they're arguing."

It was true. You did look like you were engaged in a heated spat with Bakugou, but Kirishima was way off.

Ten feet away, you planted your hands firmly on your hips and glared at him as your voice rose an octave. "Excuse me?!"

Bakugou barely stopped in time from snapping his teeth at you. At this point, he was going to rip out his hair if you didn't concede and admit that he was right. "You fucking heard me."

Your mouth pressed in a hard line. "I can't believe you would say that."

A beat of tense silence passed and then you exploded.

You threw up your hands in frustration. "Aizawa's would clearly beat All Might in a battle, he can erase his quirk for crying out loud!!"

"All Might was the Number 1 Hero." Bakugou ground out angrily through gritted teeth. "And he's as strong as shit even without his quirk."

"Not everything is about strength!!" You fired back but he wasn't done.

He continued to go on a rant just to prove to you that All Might would be the one to fucking beat your old homeroom teacher if they ever versed each other in a one on one battle.

How you got here, you had no idea.

It started with him dragging you away and before he spun you around and backed you into a corner, demanding to know just what was being said about him.

After dangling tease after tease at him, the stiffness in his shoulders wasn't lost on you and you told him flat out that you three had just been commenting on his temper when he looked your way, making the timing seem like he had heard you and you found it hilarious.

Bakugou's expression crumpled as he realized he had gotten it wrong and let insecurity get the best of him, to which his eyes shot open when he realized he had said that last part out loud.

You were faster than him though, as you reassured that it was okay to be feeling that way and apologized for teasing him before he could even say a word to amend his mistake.

It had then transitioned to him quietly asking why you stopped outside of the door before you went inside and you paused before hesitantly revealing that it was because you had a fleeting thought that you didn't actually look as good as you thought you did and he frowned.

Your eyes rounded as wide as saucers as he went off on you, fucking you over for thinking that and telling you straight up that you were fucking stunning.

It was doing bad things to your heart as it flopped pathetically in your rib cage and your hands automatically went up to cover your cheeks which you were sure were bright red.

Bakugou didn't touch you but his eyes scorched into you with such conviction that you eventually lowered them yourself and thanked him softly for saying that to you.

To which he scoffed and said it was obvious and that he'd have to be fucking blind not to see you.

Cue more blood rushing to your face.

From there, the conversation went from insecurities to a short story you brought up when Aizawa had helped you boost your self-confidence and Bakugou retorted with his own story of All Might when he stopped him from annihilating Deku in Ground Beta in your first year of high school.

Things only got more competitive as you shot back that Aizawa had helped him too on countless occasions, the hothead countering by bringing up the time All Might saved you single-handedly when you had gotten captured in a fight.

Knowing your hands were tied for that particular instance, you shifted it back to Aizawa's strengths and Bakugou retorted with All Might's own.

And that's where you ended up. Having a staring contest while the rest of your old classmates watched raptly from the sidelines and wondered just what had got you both so worked up.

"Admit your defeat, dumbass." Bakugou grinned cockily, sticking his face in yours. "And then you can fucking get your shit."

Your eyes flickered up to his since even though you were wearing heels, you were still shorter than him. A hint of mischief glimmered in your eyes as a smile played upon your lips.

"Actually, I think you lost this round, Boom Boy."

Before he got a chance to open his mouth and object to that ridiculous nickname you had given him from your youth, you ducked under his arm and made a break for it towards the tables.

"Fucking— GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!!" He yelled after you, breaking into a sprint but you were too far ahead of him.

You ducked behind Iida for protection and he stood up tall, unwavering as Bakugou skidded to a halt.

"Bakugou!! That's enough!!" Iida shouted, holding his hand out for him to stop as he tried to get around him.

The whole class watched and waited to see what he would do, slurping on food obnoxiously while they all waited.

"Tch." Bakugou smirked, grounding his fist into the palm of his hand as it lit up. "Is that a fucking challenge?!"

"NO!!!" Iida thundered, clearing his throat and repositioning his glasses as he collected himself. "Now, the two of you need to sit down and eat. We are behind schedule."

"There's a schedule?" You whispered to Bakugou as you crept out from behind the safety of Iida's back. "Did you know about this?"

He snorted, putting out his explosion with a huff. "Damn right."

You tilted your head but followed him obediently to the only available table piled high with food that had luckily not gone cold.

Bakugou hid a smile as he saw you wiggle in your seat out of the corner of his eye, clicking his tongue in annoyance when you happened to look his way.

Of fucking course you would still look so damn cute when you were excited.

Since he was fucking starving, he ate with gusto, but only after he made sure you were actually going to eat.

Due to the side effects of using your quirk, it sometimes made you nauseous and you have had trouble keeping food down ever since you threw up on the first day of school.

He knew that most heavily seasoned dishes you had more of a difficulty keeping down so he wasn't surprised when he saw you go for the soup out of all the things you could've picked from.

Lively conversation filled the air, gossip and talk about the latest modifications to your hero costumes all the rage as topics blended into everyone's tables since they were all in close proximity to one another.

At least, most of them.

Since you had come late to dinner, you had a gut feeling that your classmates all ganged up on you and Bakugou, shoving the two of you here together.

The girls knew of your crush on him. It came out one night when you guys were playing truth or dare, like everyone did back in the day, and Hagakure and Mina hadn't let you forget it since then.

But what you didn't know was that the same could be said for Bakugou.

Fucking Shitty Hair did this on purpose. Bakugou raged inwardly while you remained blissfully unaware of the rampage going on beneath the surface. I fucking knew it was a bad idea to tell him about it.

He had asked his best friend for advice on what to get you for your birthday when you were in your second year and to say the very least, it wasn't hard for Kirishima to piece it together.

Fucking hell. The shit he gave him for it made him instantly regret it and he stormed out with pink cheeks, determined to find you the perfect gift on his own, thinking that this year would finally be the year that you noticed him and saw him in the same light that he saw you in.

Nope.

You had gotten sick on your birthday and by the time you healed, your birthday had come and gone and nobody said anything about it so he never gave it to you, throwing it away after another week passed and it was clear he didn't have the courage to give it to you.

You looked up at him, mouth resembling a chipmunk's as you chewed on the food you had been looking forward to all day. "Whasthematferwifyu?"

Bakugou choked. "What the fuck?!"

When you opened your mouth to speak again, he snapped at you, "Fucking finish chewing or you'll choke, dumbass!!"

"You mean like you just did?" You asked cheekily as you swallowed and he glared at you.

"Shut the fuck up."

"M'kay~" You sang.

Banter between you two was few and far in between since you two had bickered already for a good portion of the evening. The fight was called a draw for the time being as it was put on pause to fill your bellies with good food and you had to say, you were glad you came.

Dinner wrapped up after another hour and one by one, everyone started to trickle onto the dance floor.

Everyone except for Bakugou, who was at the drinks table and glaring at each bottle of alcohol that he picked through, and you and Kirishima, who had halted you when you moved to join Ochako and Tsuyu, was breaking it down to Jirou's EDM music she put together for tonight.

Kaminari was already drunk. You didn't know how that was possible but based off of the way he was playing with Ojiro's tail, refusing to detach from it even after he politely asked him to let go, you could conclude as such pretty confidently.

You followed Kirishima curiously as he led you away from everyone else, interest piqued when he brought you to where the appetizers that were previously were being replaced with desserts and your confusion grew when he inched as far to the wall as he possibly could.

"Kiri?" You questioned. "Why are we—"

"Shh!!!" He shushed quickly, waving his hands frantically, his eyes darting everywhere as though he was about to tell you something that could land him in jail.

Or worse.

He motioned you to come closer so that nobody else would hear and you scooted towards him, until his mouth was right by your ear.

And then, your jaw dropped in shock.

"WHATTTTT?!?!" You shrieked and Kirishima hushed you hurriedly, smiling apologetically at a skeptical Bakugou who looked your way due to your volume.

You took a hint but your outrage didn't fade. "What the fuck, Kiri?! Why didn't you tell me this sooner?!"

Red Riot had just oh so kindly informed you that it was in fact, Bakugou's birthday.

Today.

If what he told you was the truth, which at this point you really didn't know, Mina, Sero and Kaminari were the only other ones who knew. You wouldn't put it past Midoriya to also be included in that group, seeing as how they were childhood friends who moved past their intense rivalry stage and developed a decent amount of healthy competition as pros.

But that still didn't explain why he was telling you this now.

Oh wait.

Shit.

If that was true, then you had barged into his room uninvited because you didn't want to sleep in the same room as Mineta, on his birthday.

You cursed yourself under your breath and without another word, you tore past Kirishima with a hurried apology and a half-assed excuse to pardon your abrupt exit and sprinted towards the elevators, your heart pounding. You didn't stop running until you reached the room, grabbing all your things and throwing them in your suitcase, thoughts running wild at how stupid you could be.

You hadn't even bothered to take off your dress before gathering your things hastily, you were that distracted.

As you stuffed the last of your things in your bag, you circled the room, realizing you now didn't know the next step to this plan of yours.

You really should've thought this through before you came upstairs and talked to one of the receptionists downstairs to see if another arrangement can be made. Or maybe you could persuade one of the girls to let you crash for one night until you could figure things out for the next day.

You were sure Yaoyorozu would concede if you begged hard enough.

But you didn't want to take a chance of Bakugou seeing you so you didn't linger in the lobby, which was in clear view of where the party was being held.

This was bad, you didn't have anywhere to go. You would need to go talk to someone for another room which means you have to go back downstairs.

Well, maybe not. Maybe you could call downstairs and have them—

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

You froze at the temperamental voice seething with fury and dropped the hotel phone you had grabbed in the heat of the moment, squeaking when you saw how livid Bakugou looked and tripped over your feet, falling backwards onto the bed.

Your body bounced as it hit the mattress and you covered your face as he strode toward you, and you bolted back up to your feet, mumbling through your fingers.

"I'm so sorry, I had no idea it was your birthday today!!!" You squeaked, mortified you had been acting so casually on such an important day. You didn't even have a present for him and you gave him overcooked food after trampling on his privacy!!

Leaning against the doorway, Bakugou raised an eyebrow and scoffed irritably as he put the pieces together for himself. "Shitty Hair should've fucking kept his mouth shut."

"I didn't know!!" You cried out, mistaking his rage geared towards his best friend for barging in on his personal space even after he so clearly told you off when he first saw you. Like an idiot, you had thought that he really didn't mind.

Maybe you couldn't read him as well as you thought you could.

"I don't care." Bakugou snarled, annoyed that you didn't seem to get it after all this time as he stomped forward, closing the door behind him and clicking the lock with finality as you tried to scramble past him. "Where do you think you're going, shithead? I didn't say you could fucking leave."

You did a double take and blinked slowly, unsure you really heard him right. It was true you hadn't considered that a possibility, this was Bakugou you were talking about. He hated everybody.

Well, not really, but close enough to make it so that you were sure that he wanted his privacy.

Especially on his birthday.

"I-I—"

Bakugou rolled his eyes irritably. You didn't get it. Fucking fine.

Your eyes shot open as he smashed his lips onto yours but before you even had a chance to do anything about it, shove him off or pull him closer, though it was more likely the latter, he was gone.

Standing with an indifferent expression on his face, he loomed over you and your heart leapt in your throat.

"Holy— Is this real?" You asked breathlessly, fingers tentatively reaching out to run over his tie and make sure you weren't dreaming.

Bakugou smirked at the awe in your voice and it only grew bigger when he noticed how glassy your eyes looked. So he did have the same fucking effect on you that you did on him.

Good.

"Tell me to stop and I will." He declared, crowding you closer as he stepped forward, hot breath puffing out against your lips and you shivered.

You blinked slowly, looking up at him from under your lashes. "... And if I don't want you to?"

"Fuck—" Was all Bakugou got out before he was surging forward, grabbing your shoulders so you couldn't escape.

A muffled squeak tumbled from your lips before it was smothered and you gasped into his mouth as your knees hit the edge of the bed.

As you fell, Bakugou climbed onto the bed and pinned you to the mattress, never once breaking the kiss as he cushioned your fall. His hands fell to your waist as the other entwined in your hair and he let out a groan as you playfully nipped his bottom lip.

"Shit," He breathed when you broke away first, lungs burning with the need for oxygen but you had barely taken a breath when he tilted your jaw back towards him and connected your lips again, harder this time.

It was hot, too hot and he moved languidly in a way that contrasted so starkly with his short-tempered personality that it made your head spin.

"W-What?!" You exclaimed in shock as soon as he drew back to let you breathe, your hands covering your flushed cheeks despite the fact that he could still see you due to the proximity. "Where did that even come from?!"

You were all flustered now and your dress had slipped down a bit further, giving him a peek of what was to come if he didn't stop soon.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. If you didn't get it now, you were even more of an idiot than he thought.

"You can stay." He mumbled gruffly, dropping his gaze from yours.

It took a minute to understand what he was saying.

Coming to your senses, you grinned as you processed his words. He didn't say no outright to what you asked directly so you would take it. The hesitance had all been reduced to a trickle as it caused a hiccup in your thoughts but you tried to see it in a different light.

Maybe he really didn't mind, he wasn't one to lie, especially for no reason. Maybe he was feeling lonely and wanted company for tonight.

Maybe... he liked you too? Was that too far-fetched to believe?

"Really?" You smirked as you waggled your eyebrows at him. "You want someone to keep you warm tonight?

Bakugou flipped you off and you burst out laughing. Wiping tears from your eyes as you calmed down after a few moments, you grinned.

"I had no idea you could be so soft, Bakugou." You teased lightly.

He scowled angrily and sat up, folding his arms over his chest as he stared down at you. "Shut up, you don't make it fucking easy."

You were being such a fucking nuisance. He regretted saying anything in the first place. Who had so many questions after somebody kissed them?

Your eyes glinted mischievous. "Oh yeah?"

He did something you didn't expect.

"Yeah..." Bakugou trailed off quietly, something resembling fondness flickering in the depths of his vermilion eyes.

Your heart started to beat faster and you swallowed. His face was a millimeter away from yours and it was getting harder to breath. His body temperature was so high that you could feel the heat emitting from his form and engulfing you like a warm hug.

"When did it start?" You asked softly, curiosity winning out against the flutter of embarrassment you felt in your chest.

He didn't say it out loud but he didn't have to. You could see it in his eyes that same love that you held for him. How you went all this time without seeing it, you didn't know.

Bakugou's throat bobbed as he dodged your inquisitive gaze, his eyes only darting back to you when you sat upright and smoothed your dress as best as you possibly could to prevent it from wrinkling.

"I dunno." He mumbled quietly. "Since high school or some shit."

"High school?!" You shrieked in disbelief, nearly falling over as you realized it had started around the same time your feelings for him developed. You expected him to say within the last few months when you’ve been working together more frequently, not that he started liking you back at UA!!

He groaned at your grating volume against his ears. Too loud.

"Well hell if I know, shitty woman." He growled loudly. "I can't fucking remember everything."

You grin widened. "That sounds like denial~"

His mouth twisted back in an irritated frown. You were crazy. But somehow, that didn't put him off as much as he claimed to believe.

"It was after the training camp."

You bolted upright at that. You were not expecting him to say that.

After you two were stolen by the League right out from underneath your classmates' noses, you two were put in separate rooms until it was clear you refused to listen to what you had to say until you saw that Bakugou was okay.

He knew, the second they brought you in all chained to the chair and shit just like he was, that he was going to raise hell and murder every single last one of them.

He couldn't go ballistic yet, because as your tired but alert eyes met his from across the room, he knew that this setup increased your chances.

All you needed was an opening.

Shigaraki and Dabi had turned their attention on your first, trying to recruit you and you had tricked them, pretending to sympathize with their cause and got them to trust you by feeding Shigaraki's dark nature and Dabi's sadistic side.

You took their attention off of him and damn it, if it wasn't the bravest and baddest fucking move he'd ever seen.

The both of you had your own nightmares from that terrifying experience.

You couldn't stand to be restrained after that, even if it was only for a second, and Bakugou hated having anything touch his neck.

After he finished telling you all of that, you tackled him in a hug.

Bakugou's hand shot out to catch himself as the two of you toppled over before you crashed to the ground and he muttered a curse into your hair when you nuzzled into his chest.

"Dumbass." He remarked under his breath, hoping you couldn't hear how fast his heart was pounding. "What about you?"

"Hmmm?" You hummed, momentarily forgetting what it was that you were talking about since all you could think about now was how his eyes shone with unshed tears as he relieved that terrible memory. But the fact that you were able to give him some small sense of comfort even though you were truthfully freaking out on the inside at the time, was the best thing he could've ever told you.

Well, right next to the depth of his feelings for you.

Bakugou scoffed and scooted forward so that the two of you were teetering on the edge of the mattress. A concussion was not how he wanted tonight to end.

"Tell me when all of your shitty feelings started." He demanded with a blush present on his cheeks and you bit your lip to contain a giggle.

Laying your head on his chest, you idly traced patterns on his shirt since he had shed it outer jacket. "I don't know exactly when it turned from a crush into actual love, but when you got hospitalized, I supposed I realized it then."

Bakugou jerked, stiffening as you mentioned the incident no one ever brought up.

Taking note of his reaction, you affirmed quietly. "We don't have to talk about it, but that's when it started. When I saw how close I could've been to losing you."

Bakugou's heavy breath eased up bit by bit as those words fell from your lips and he closed his eyes. He wasn't ready to talk about it now, but he thought that he would like to one day. If you were still by his side.

The next twenty minutes were spent entangled in each other's embrace as you two made up for lost time, talking about anything and everything came to mind.

Your old infatuation with Shindou that was short-lived because of your feelings for him and Bakugou couldn't help gloating that you were his even then.

How much he longed that he had confessed sooner. Maybe then you would've had those years together.

But he didn't dwell on it, he knew that it would become one of his demons if he lived in the past instead of the present and instead focused on combing his fingers through your hair, reveling in your closeness.

He hummed lowly as he caught a whiff of your fragrance. "Banana and citrus, huh?"

You beamed up at him, twisting around to look at him properly. "You gave it to me!!"

Bakugou smirked, hooking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Damn right I did."

After realizing that the two of you couldn't cuddle forever in your formal wear, you reluctantly untangled from him and started to take off your dress, only to find out that you couldn't do that without his help.

Your breath caught in your throat when he came to stand right behind you, just like before, only this time he was much closer to you, fingertips ghosting over your bare skin in the zipper's wake as he trailed light kisses down your back until he reached the curve of the small of your back.

You whined when he stopped and a smirk curved against the juncture where your shoulder met your neck and you swatted at him playfully.

Bakugou made you sit down so he could take your shoes off before you fell and broke something.

You pouted but did as you were told, quite liking how his calloused hands skimmed over your shins and ankles, and you gasped when he pressed a chaste kiss to your knee.

"Stop teasing me." You whined and he flashed you a grin, tossing your shoes somewhere else.

Bakugou relished in your flustered state, loving how he could make you like this with barely any effort. "It's your fucking turn now, shithead."

"Hey!!"

It was only until after Bakugou had gotten dressed in comfy clothes of his choice, a pair of sweatpants and a tight-fitted long sleeve that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, did you realize it was getting colder and colder by the minute.

The heater was broken and after multiple attempts of tinkering with the settings to get it to start, Bakugou was about to set the thing on fire, but you stopped him just in time.

"Shitty heater." He muttered frustratingly, his palms still popping with sparks. "Fucking five stars my ass."

He threw a tantrum for another minute before giving up, not even bothering to call downstairs to get them to fix it because he didn't want anyone in his 'personal space'. Oddly enough, you felt kind of happy that he was letting you in his personal space without any a fight.

You giggled and he raised an eyebrow at you after throwing you his hoodie, begrudgingly, but he still did it so you weren't complaining about the temperature. "It's just, I never imagined you'd be the one to confess."

He turned to you, a mix of irritation and poorly suppressed puzzlement on his face. "Hah?"

You bit back a smile at his tamed reaction. How cute.

"It's just in all the scenarios in my head," You drew your knees up to your chest and rested your chin on top. "I was always the one confessing to you and then getting rejected."

Bakugou scoffed, stomping over to you with a slight pout that would've been unnoticeable if the light was any dimmer. The curtains had been drawn, basking the room in a warm glow that came from the fairy lights strung around the room that had you failed to notice earlier.

"Yeah, well, now fucking look what happened." He grumbled, flicking a piece of lint off your head. "You invaded my room like a cockroach or some shit."

You were sitting upright against the headboard on top of the velvet comforter without a care in the world as your sweater paws flapped playfully. In such a high-end hotel room, the two of you in casual attire looked sorely out of place but it didn't matter.

You were happier than ever before.

"Uh, excuse me, I take offense to that analogy." You teased back with a cheeky grin, shoving his shoulder when he crawled on the bed with you, abandoning his quest to fix the heater. "And I do recall mentioning how it was either this or Mineta's room, so it's not my fault."

Bakugou's mouth twisted into a scowl as you said the pervert's name and he huffed before looping his arms around your waist and laying flat on your legs. His head buried into your stomach, your eyes softened and you brushed the hair back from his eyes, his eyelids closing at the soothing sensation of you carding your fingers through his hair.

You hummed to yourself as he started drifting off. "Soft..."

"Fuck off." He mumbled into your waist but there was none of the usual venom to it.

Your chest shook with laughter at his unusual response but when you moved to stop just like he had ordered, he caught your wrist. You raised an eyebrow as he looked away from you, the red tint adorning his cheeks giving away what he wanted you to do and without a word, you obliged without so much as a hidden smile.

Bakugou sank into you, his broad shoulders going lax as all the tension melted from his body and he sighed peacefully. He hated socializing. The only good part of that reunion Raccoon-Eyes had coordinated was seeing you all dressed up.

He didn't tell you at the time, he honestly couldn't say it. He was fucking speechless the second you stepped out of the room.

But you looked like a vision underneath those flashy lights that hurt his eyes in the ballroom. You were absolutely stunning and put all of those other extras to shame. He didn't even spew an insult he was going to when he overheard Raccoon-Eyes squeal and proclaim how gorgeous you looked because she wasn't wrong.

You were beautiful. And way out of his league.

It was all he could think about all the way down the elevator and into the party, even after you broke off from him. At least, it was all he could think about until Dunce Face decided to make a move on you, being all suave and slick.

At the time, he was ready to storm over there and break it up until you laughed at something Kaminari said and he was painfully reminded of how you weren't his.

He then proceeded to drown all of his sorrows at the bar but cursed his inability to get shit-faced due to his high tolerance.

Exploding in a fit of rage over the culmination of how dazzling you were, how some guy was probably going to get lucky tonight and it wasn't going to be him, and how fucked up the situation was that you were going to be staying with him while he had a raging boner for you 24/7, he stalked upstairs to go pout in the corner only to find you stammering out apologies and packing your suitcase.

He vaguely remembered something about you saying something about his birthday and that's when he snapped.

To put it bluntly, he had never been a fan of celebrating useless holidays. People ate food and used it as an excuse to all gather in one place and socialize with all their fake friends, he hated scenes like that.

Which is why he was against this reunion at first but something in the back of his mind convinced him to come. Something that said that if he showed up, there was a good chance that you would be here too and it would make all of this worth it.

And that was only confirmed when Kirishima slipped that little tidbit of information in his invitation via text.

Bakugou couldn't believe his luck when he walked into his hotel room and you were standing right there. There was something so soft, so domestic about it that had him dropping his bag instantaneously and he fought to rein in his instincts to stride over to you and hug you from behind. He would rest his chin on your shoulder and ask what you were cooking, his fingers toying with the hem of your shirt as he hinted at what he wanted to do before the kids came home.

That was the type of future he had always envisioned with you. The one he always thought would be unobtainable. The one that he constantly dreamed about anytime he got a break from the nightmares and darkness that plagued his thoughts constantly.

And now you were all his. All of that was suddenly possible. He had a chance with the best thing that ever walked into his life and he wasn't going to screw it up.

Realistically, and he was a very realistic person despite being short-tempered, he knew he was getting ahead of himself. Take it slow, he had to tell himself to take it slow.

You hummed, bringing him back down to reality. "Where's that head of yours at?"

"Fuck off and die."

But his threat came out muffled as his face was currently nuzzled into your stomach and you couldn't stop the fit of laughter that burst out as you giggled uncontrollably, laughing even harder when he looked up to glare at you, only for his eyes to be so glazed over from how relaxed he was that you would've mistaken it for subspace if not for his mouth twitching irritably.

"Aw, is baby maybe a little comfy?"

He hissed and untangled himself from you, pouting like a little kid as he created some distance between you two. "I'm not a fucking baby."

You cooed and pinched his cheeks, pulling them apart slightly and giggled at how squishy he looked in that moment. "Dummy."

Bakugou snorted arrogantly but didn't shove you off despite his hard glare. "The only dumbass here is you."

"I didn't say dumbass, I said dummy." You corrected matter-of-factly. "And besides, it's a term of endearment, Katsuki."

He rolled his eyes but his heart trembled dangerously as he heard his given name fall from your lips so sweetly for the first time. He would never get tired of hearing that.

Bakugou cleared his throat and removed your hands from his face, your forlorn pout not passing by unnoticed.

"Fucking idiot." He mumbled under his breath, bringing a hand up to rest it on your head briefly as he leaned his forehead against yours for a second.

You grinned, a full-blown smile that caused his heart to skip a beat at how radiant you were. And then, he got an idea.

But you were surprised when he suddenly got up and tilted your head curiously when he exited the room.

Unlike before when you were so quick to jump to a conclusion, you assumed he had a reason for leaving so abruptly without explanation.

The gears turned in your head as you followed him out, bringing the blanket with for good measure because you were freezing. Until the maintenance could get here, you would have to deal with the chill. Apparently this was an issue that didn't just pertain to you.

Todoroki had texted you and said he was having issues with his too, along with some others who had filed out from the ballroom to crash in their own rooms for the night.

But waiting wasn't too hard. Perhaps you could persuade your new boyfriend to cuddle you.

You poked your head around the corner, growing even more puzzled as Bakugou stomped around, grabbing his keys first before hunting for something else.

"What are you doing?" You asked, unable to quell your curiosity and bewilderment.

He threw an embellished pillow back down on the couch as soon as he checked under it. "I don't know where I put my fucking wallet."

You laughed at his grumble and patted his chest with a wink. "Wait here."

Bakugou eyed you suspiciously as burrito-you darted off back towards the bedroom but his expression cleared up when you came racing back with the slim wallet in your hand, thankfully leaving behind the blanket as you caught onto what he was doing. He took it silently, frustrated with himself for not checking his coat pocket first to save him of this embarrassment.

"Thank you." He mumbled as he turned away. He felt like he was ten again, that's how damn shy he was when it came to you.

A broad grin spread from ear to ear on your face.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" You asked cheekily and he scowled.

"I didn't fucking say anything!!" He exploded, grabbing your wrist and stomping towards the door. "Hurry up, we're leaving."

"Eh?!" You protested but didn't fight him. "Where are we going?"

You were only wearing shorts and his hoodie over your thickest thermal. Since it was warm outside, you hadn't bothered to pack any extra layer and you shivered as a chill ran down your spine. Yup, definitely couldn't wait to go back outside.

"None of your damn business." Bakugou spat as he dragged you out of the room and locked the door.

You continued to pepper him with questions, increasing your pitch when you saw how his nose twitched every single time you annoyed him.

Adorable.

By the time you got back down to the first floor, you were clinging to his arm, teeth chattering from the air conditioning, and he was facing away from you in a manner that clearly stated he regretted bringing you along.

"You love me~" You teased.

"Shut the fuck up. Like hell anyone would like a dumbass like you." He seethed but still didn't pry you off despite him claiming all those things.

You giggled, skipping on ahead. Once you got outside, you spun around on your heel, jutting out your hip. The warmth of the night air was refreshing and you took in a deep breath, smiling widely.

"Where are we going?!" You asked excitedly, trailing behind him as he started walking away, catching up and almost tripping in the process.

Bakugou caught your arm in a flash as you tipped forward, an angry frown etched on his face but you merely beamed at him and thanked him for catching you.

He turned away with a scoff but grabbed your hand to make sure it didn't happen again. "You're fucking clumsy."

Your smile widened as you detected the tiniest bit of worry underlying his sharp tone and you squeezed his hand, heart skipping a beat when he tucked you underneath his arm.

For safety purposes, you assumed.

You snuggled into his side with a blissful sigh. He was so much warmer than you were, it felt so good.

Bakugou spared you a glance out of the corner of his eye and his chest swelled with pride at the eyes that turned, undoubtedly seeing how unashamed you were to be with him. Holy All Might, you were perfect.

The Solaria Hotel was only a five minute walk away from Lunchrush's Grocery Store, a rather huge chain store that had establishments all over Japan, owned by the hero himself. The same hero whose delicious cooking you guys had lived off of for a blessed three years.

"What are we doing here?" You quipped as your eyes widened the moment you strolled in and took in the vibrant colors of all the produce and many packages that lined the shelves.

"I'm not paying shit for that overpriced room service." Bakugou stated flatly as he tossed you a bundle of carrots he just selected.

Your eyes widened as you quickly caught on. "We're going to be cooking?!"

He snorted, sifting through the produce section to find what he was looking for, weeding out the ones that were no good. "No shit, dumbass."

"Hey!!" You protested but carried on without complaint.

The kitchen in your room was fully equipped with all the amenities. Top of the grade appliances and sterling silverware made you feel like you were going to break something initially but that faded pretty fast as your excitement won over. The only thing it was missing was the food.

You had bought ingredients to make a simple stew on the way to the hotel and stored the leftovers in the large fridge.

The Solaria Hotel did offer pre-organized food boxes that came with various delicious ingredients to make it easy on whoever bought it but they were outrageously priced. Hence why you were now browsing the aisles with a disgruntled Bakugou instead of just purchasing one of those.

But you were definitely not going to complain. One of those boxes could drain your entire month's rent in one go and you were told that the portion sizes weren't very big either.

Definitely not worth it.

You would think that since he was the one to bring you here, he would be more enthusiastic, but no. He was more interested in having a staring contest with the brat at the end of the aisle who was making faces at him as soon as he grabbed the last of the things he needed.

You tugged on his arms, trying and failing to get him to break eye contact with the little boy he was glaring to death.

"Katsuki, c'mon," You begged, losing a battle against that ridiculously fit physique of his. You guys were attracting all kinds of unwanted attention from other shoppers and the mom of the little boy was getting a little curious as to the silent competition going on. "Let's just go."

"No way." He gritted out, never once looking away. "This damn brat needs to learn his f—"

He didn't get to finish the rest of his sentence as you forcibly dragged him away to the cash registers. You shook your head as he scowled and crossed his arms stubbornly. He was such a child sometimes.

Bakugou was so busy pouting that you had dragged him away and made him lose by default that he didn't notice you were already paying for the groceries.

"Oi." He barked at you as you hustled outside with the sky painted dark as night. Only the street lamps and lights hitched up outside the strip mall illuminated the area. "Oi!!"

You flashed him a grin. "Yes, Katsuki?"

He rolled his eyes at the innocent lilt in your voice, acting as if you didn't know exactly what you did. You weren't supposed to pay for anything, he was supposed to be treating you.

"But it's your birthday~" You sang. "And I wanted to!!"

"Tch." He whipped his head around, dodging you as you followed him around playfully.

You were like a dog and he was the bone. He wasn't sure he liked that analogy as much as what it implied.

As soon as you pushed through the grand doors of the lavish hotel, you bumped into someone and sent them crashing to the ground.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry— Wait," You gawked in astonishment at the wasted man before you. "Kirishima?!"

He groaned and rubbed his head. He was sent sprawling after you bumped into him, catching the attention of Mina who was strolling by with a half-conscious Sero on her arm.

"Kirishima, what are you doing?!" Mina exclaimed as she bounded over just as you were helping him up after setting Sero down and making sure that he wasn't going to move. She looked the most awake out of all of them. "Don't run off ahead like that!!"

Bakugou didn't do a thing, choosing to only tap his foot impatiently while he waited for you to be done attending to his shitty best friend.

"L/N!!" He slurred and it was then that you realized he was more than a bit tipsy. "I'm soooooo sorry for not telling you about Bakugou's birthday earlier, it was totally my bad."

You raised an eyebrow at hearing him speak in such an unusual way. Alcohol certainly did things to the brain.

Kirishima clapped his hand on your shoulder, ignoring Sero's whining for him to come back as he peeled Mina away from you three, telling her that he was fine.

Lowering his voice, Kirishima wiggled his eyebrows at you comically and caused you to giggle.

"So... how did Bakugou react when ya told him?" He asked in a whisper that was a lot louder than his drunken mind probably intended.

You flushed as Bakugou's inquisitive gaze fixated on you.

"I'm right here, Shitty Hair." He droned, completely uninterested in the way that this conversation was going.

Kirishima's head snapped up at hearing his voice for the first time and though his dilated pupils had a hard time focusing, he eventually managed to do it and a wide, toothy grin spread from ear to ear.

"Bakubro!!" He drunkenly cheered, throwing his arms out and running towards him.

Bakugou scowled, shoving him away as he went to hug him. "Don't fucking call me that."

Kirishima pouted and whined sadly.

"Awwww but you call me Weird Hair all the time." He complained.

Bakugou grinned. "That's because your hair is a shitty color."

"Hey!!" Kirishima's eyes watered and his lower lip trembled. He burst into tears, clinging to you as you drifted back to Bakugou's side.

Mina's golden irises glinted. "Sooooo, does this mean you guys are together?"

You blushed at the brazen implication and sheepishly nodded, unsure of what else to do.

Bakugou stepped in. He slung his arm around your shoulder, uncaring that he now had a much larger audience now that Midoriya, Iida, Ochako, Tsuyu, Shinsou and Shoji decided to venture outside, others coming out in a steady trickle as the night wrapped up.

You huddled closer to his side, hiding your face in his shoulder, growing nervous at all your friends gathering for reasons you'd rather not voice. You weren't sure how Bakugou would take this, if he would deny you in front of all of them.

He didn't seem like the type but a previous ex had been ashamed of you before so now you were wary. Rightfully so, the guy was a complete prick.

You hadn't dated for very long but it was impactful. The guy hadn't gotten close to your heart but the fact that he wasn't big on physical affection and never wanted to hold your hand in public sent the message that he didn't want to be seen with you.

That had never really sat well with you.

You didn't mind at first. After all, you understood that people had different love languages but he put in absolutely no effort to understand yours. But after a while, it was tiring contributing to a relationship that wasn't reciprocated.

You glanced up at Bakugou as he pulled you in tighter to his side.

"Listen up." He stated roughly, making sure everyone was paying attention. "She's my girl now, so don't you extras try any shit."

Bakugou practically smirked proudly as he stared pointedly at a sheepish-looking Kaminari hiding behind an indifferent Jirou. He was rubbing it in his face for the balls he had to flirt with you earlier.

But that didn't make his declaration any less true or genuine. He was proud to have you by his side, even now more than ever as the two of you explored this new part of your life together.

Hagakure and Ochako squealed at his declaration of love and if it was possible, you reddened even further. But you couldn't kid anyone. You felt like you were flying.

Hiding your face in your hands, your embarrassment came out muffled. "Katsuki..."

He snorted at your shyness, then steered you towards the elevators with you tucked under his arm without so much as a wave of farewell to your friends. He saw your knees knocking together, he knew you were fucking cold, so time to go.

You wiggled, shooting the girls an apologetic smile and laughed loudly as Sero and Kaminari obnoxiously whooped and hollered after you two.

Bakugou flipped them the bird, hiding a proud smile when their drunken cheers only grew louder as Kirishima and Shinsou joined in.

"Oi." He poked you cheek as you didn't lift your face away from your new hiding spot to spare you of any more mortification. "Wake the fuck up, shithead."

A cheeky mumble emerged from where your cheek was ordered up against his shirt. "Is that any way to treat your girlfriend?"

"It is when you're being a dumbass." He retorted flatly.

"Hey!!" You cried out indignantly.

You rode the elevator up, squabbling incessantly the entire way there, drawing odd looks from a few of the other guests that you passed but that paled in comparison to your wide smiles and the satisfied smirk permanently plastered on Bakugou's face.

You were having way too much fun to care about anything else.

Once you made it back to your room successfully, you got to work right away.

Giddy over the fact that he had shown you off and high on the endorphins him claiming you in front of all your friends and fellow colleagues brought you had made you extremely hungry. Keeping up with all of Bakugou's newfound love that he was expressing had zapped your energy far more than you were willing to admit.

"Oi, you're shit at cooking." Bakugou said after a minute of watching you wreck everything in the kitchen.

"Don't yell at me!! I already know I suck at it!!" You whined childishly, throwing up the spatula in frustration.

Bakugou chuckled, plucking the wretched thing from your fingers and took over. You had managed to make soup earlier and not burn down the place in the process so he wasn't sure why stirring the pot was now such a big deal.

But he shook his head as he caught the glint of mischief in your eye. He knew that look. You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

Fuck, he was screwed. He never should've told you how long he had pined after you. But it was no use, he was too weak for you.

You balked at the soft expression on his face. He had never looked at you like that before.

Before you knew what you were doing, you were blurting out how him declaring that in front of all of your friends had made you so happy and at the downward curve of displeasure on Bakugou's face, you elaborated that you had someone who didn't make you feel very loved in the past.

You weren't sure why you were telling him this. It wasn't like it was exactly easy to say all of this out loud but after years of knowing him, you knew he was the last person who would judge you for feeling the way you were feeling.

So you spilled it all.

You squeaked in surprise as he caught you off guard once you finished, crushing you to his chest. Your hands lifted up and automatically looped around his neck, stumbling a bit as he backed you up against the counter.

"Katsuki?!" You exclaimed in astonishment at the sudden display of affection from the normally so standoffish guy.

"I will never be ashamed of you. You're stuck with me for fucking forever and I'll kill you if you say any other shit." Bakugou muttered into the crook of your neck.

You were moved at his expression of the feelings he had for you and clutched onto the back of his shirt, hugging him tight.

He stayed there, in the same position, pinning you to the counter of the kitchen in the hotel room you had come to share and embraced you until you peeled away.

Bakugou's eyes softened when you looked away from him and sniffled. It could be classified as very unladylike, the way you wiped your nose with the back of your hand, but he didn't give a damn.

You were his.

After all these years of pining after you, thinking that he would never be enough to have you, thinking that he would never amount to someone who deserved you, you were finally his.

His heart was going to explode but if he let that happen, he would have to deal with Shitty Hair, Dunce Face, Raccoon-Eyes and Flat Face for the rest of his fucking life and like hell he would put up with those irritating extras.

Even if they did kind of manage to bring you two together.

The table for two at dinner, your messed up reservation that left you without a place to crash and that dress Ponytail Girl had bought for you, it all added up. They had been planning this for years since they knew of the feelings you both held for each other.

All you needed was a push.

Whatever. There was no way he was going to give them credit for this. They would probably use it as blackmail at some point and he was not going to tolerate that.

He quickly finished up the home cooked meal, flipping open the cap to the soy sauce you bought and drizzled it on top, adding a few drops of sesame oil to complete it and shoved a plate in your direction to bring into the bedroom while he quickly did the dishes.

The midnight moon's light spilled into the room as you danced around Bakugou, carrying two plates full of warm food to the bed after you were done goofing around and pretending to drop them. Sheer silk curtains hanging from the canopy of the bed swished in your wake as you breezed by to open the french doors, setting the plates down on his nightstand before gliding across the balcony that you had missed upon your initial exploration of the room.

This place was so big, you wouldn't be surprised if there was some sort of secret passageway in the closet that led to the other rooms.

The night air was pleasant and a welcome change of temperature as it soothed your chilly skin.

You smiled to yourself as Bakugou came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply. His heat encompassed you as he hugged you from behind and lightly kissed the spot just below your ear.

You giggled at the ticklish sensation and gasped when he pinched your side in retaliation.

"Katsuki~"

His given name still felt foreign on your tongue but you'd be damned if you didn't get used to it with the flustered reaction he never failed to give you.

"Don't fucking start with me, dumbass." He smirked, growling lowly. "I don't have a fucking problem with putting you in your place."

You cocked your head to the side, playing dumb, pretending you didn't know what that insinuation meant. "Oh?"

Bakugou groaned as the mood suddenly vanished. "Piss off."

Bakugou cracked a smile though when your easy laughter rang out. Yeah, it wasn't fair that he was left in a now uncomfortable situation but it was worth it to endure if he could hear that sound again.

Fuck, you were so precious.

The late night room service dished out by yours truly was served on the bed while you giggled underneath the covers, hiding from him and shrieking when he found you.

It was warm and fuzzy, the atmosphere easy and relaxed as you cuddled up to him and ate the food he made for you specifically so that it wouldn't make your stomach hurt.

Initially, he had declared that eating on the bed was going to be fucking dirty and messy if you spilled anything, which he was almost 100% sure you would, but gave into you when you transfixed your wide eyes on him, pleading for this one thing.

The two of you didn't look at each other while you ate, you didn't need to. The stolen glances between bites of food were enough as you shared idly and informal conversation to get to know each other better now that your feelings had been aired and returned by the other.

The quiet confession that rang out from you both was almost tear-jerking as he confessed he never thought he would get a chance to be with someone like you and you pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek, telling him that he deserved the world and more, and if one day you could give it to him, you would.

The heater had yet to be fixed but that didn't bother him anymore as he used the opportunity to gather you in his arms and hug you tight.

Yeah, you two needed to make up for lost time but for now, he was more than content to just let it be. Tangled with you, under the moon and the stars as he kissed you, he swore that he would never stop fighting for you, to protect you always and cherish you with all that he fucking had.

Because Bakugou Katsuki, the man who didn't need anything or anyone to go up against the toughest villains to date, fell to pieces when it came to you.

Bonus:

"I still can't believe you told me that so late. I could've gotten him a gift!!" You complained to Kirishima on the second day when he was hungover and groaning, throwing pillows at you to get you out of his room.

You managed to dodge every last one.

"I mean, I don't get it." You tapped a finger to your chin coyly as you smoothly sidestepped and twirled around two more he launched in your direction. He was going to run out of ammo at this point. "Why tell me so late? And if you guys already knew, then I'm surprised you didn't get anything for him or throw a party or something."

Sero groaned painfully in the corner, his head felt like it was going to split in two and he was quite certain it would if you didn't stop talking soon. "Y/N, it's so early."

"It's noon." You deadpanned, only for Sero to slap a pillow over his face and promptly fall back asleep.

"Y/N!!" Mina called out as she bustled back into the bedroom with a tray of tea. "Where did that boyfriend of yours run off to?"

You blushed as she said it so bluntly and coughed to hide it. "He's trying to get the heater thing sorted out."

Last night, you had been shivering so much that he had taken to warming you up other ways just to get your teeth to stop chattering. And let's just say it was a little harder to walk today because of it.

This morning when you woke up, he had been yelling into the phone that they needed to bring more blankets up right fucking now or else he would explode off their arms since they couldn't do the most fucking simple of tasks and you swiped the phone from him, rapidly and profusely apologizing for his brash language on behalf of the angry pomeranian simmering beside you.

You threw in that you would be grateful if they could spare more but if others needed it more than you told them you two would be fine and could make do before thanking them for their time and hanging up.

And since Bakugou insisted that the heater needed to be fixed today or else you were going to get sick, he allocated you to Kirishima's room, one of the only ones not having any problems while he demanded some answers from the hotel staff and got someone to fucking fix the shitty thing.

So now, here you were. And you had a score to settle with Kirishima anyways, so you weren't bothered.

Mina had already told you everything. Everyone had been in on it.

You weren't shocked by Kaminari and Shinsou and most of the others' involvement in this little scheme but you were surprised to hear it had been Iida's idea to make both of you sit at the same table with no other company.

You'd have to thank them all later.

An hour and several more pillows thrown later, you and Mina had managed to drag down the two sleepy boys just in time to greet your old teachers alongside the rest of your peers as they stepped through the door.

"Aizawa-sensei!!" You cheered, launching yourself forward so that he'd have to catch you.

He did so without much difficulty, his tired eyes brightening up a little bit as you hugged him tight. Out of all his students, he had the closest bond with you.

"Hey, kid." He greeted tiredly, tugging along his sleeping bag and you lifted an eyebrow when you realized that while Midnight and Mic rolled in their luggage, he only brought his trademark yellow sleeping bag. All Might was parking the car and would be come inside within the next few minutes.

"Where's the rest of your things?" You asked just as Yaoyorozu and Iida greeted Midnight and Mic was tackled in a hug by Jirou.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before yawning. "You really think I'm going to do anything else besides sleep this weekend, kid? Nah."

You frowned at him. "You can't just sleep the whole day away."

"Uh uh," He tutted, wagging a finger in your face for a second before yawning again. "Not day. Days."

You pouted at the correction and he rolled his eyes, resting a hand on top of your head to let you know that he was just kidding and you smiled brightly.

"Here, at least let me help bring it upstairs." You bargained, taking it off his hands.

A smug voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

"Hey, Y/N, why you walking funny?" Kaminari said with a shit-eating grin and it took every fiber of self-control not to freak out.

"Uh, I'm not?"

But your high pitch due to your embarrassment and mortification at being called out won over and Shinsou sniggered in the background.

"Classy." He teased, crossing his arms over his chest. "Didn't peg you for the type to do it on the first date."

"Oh hush, show some respect!!" Yaoyorozu chastised but your dignity was long gone.

Your face broke out in relief though when the elevator in the lobby dinged and a disgruntled Bakugou stepped out, his vermilion eyes widening a fraction when you sped over to him.

"Whoa— What the, why the hell are your eyes red?!" He rushed out, gripping your shoulders and pulling your close to make sure he saw that right. His eyes narrowed angrily when you sniffled. "Tell me who the fuck made you cry."

"Oh shit." Kaminari and Shinsou swore under their breath as your enraged, extremely protective boyfriend stormed over to them with a deadly aura rolling off him in tsunami sized waves.

Midnight held up her hand, stopping him dead in his tracks at the authority his former teacher held. "Hold on please, just a second."

Everyone waited with bated breath to see what she would do. Would she defend you? Tell off Kaminari who had embarrassed you? Or would she let the hothead hell bent on vengeance regain your honor?

She didn't do any of those things.

Instead, Midnight smirked and held out her hand with the palm upturned to Aizawa with a sly smile. "Pay up. I called it."

Your mouth dropped, along with everyone else's as Aizawa forked over 10,000 yen. Even Koda, Sato and Tokoyami looked shocked, which was so rare, it scared you.

Todoroki was the only one who looked confused but Midoriya was right there to explain what was happening and why the sum of money so significant as you shrieked, shrill and high, thoroughly put off.

"What?!" Your embarrassment long forgotten, thankfully, by everyone else as this new revelation hit them like a truck. "You bet on us?!"

"Just you." Aizawa yawned nonchalantly, blinking his eyes wearily. "C'mon L/N, I thought you would turn him down."

"What?!" You screeched as Bakugou narrowed his eyes at his former homeroom teacher, taking that as a challenge.

Aizawa rolled his eyes as Bakugou got all up in his face, demanding to know just what he meant as Mic threw his head back and announced for all to hear.

"Y/NNNNNNN'S GOT A BOYYYYFRIENDDDD!!!!!!"

Clapping your hands over your ears as every single glass thing within the vicinity shattered, you grinned as the tremors passed by within a few seconds. One perk of having time as a teacher who used his quirk so often on accident, all of you learned how to mitigate the most damage he dealt to your surroundings and deflect it.

Jirou shook her head at you in amusement as Bakugou, who was the closest to Mic aside from Kaminari who had taken up refuge from behind Midnight, flatly stated that he could no longer hear.

To which, Mic screamed even louder.

"I CALLED IT FROM DAY ONEEEEEE!!!!"

"That's enough, Mic." Aizawa said, rubbing his temples to ease the headache that had just come on and offered up a slightly reassuring smile to Tsuyu who hopped over to check on him.

Mic pouted dramatically. "But Shouta—"

"Stop it, you're embarrassing them." He sighed, reining in the energetic blond. "And you embarrassing them is embarrassing me."

Midnight cooed. "Awww, he's happy for them."

"Shut up, Nemuri."

You giggled as the three of them began to bicker amongst themselves, who called it first, who saw the chemistry you two had, who was the first one to realize that it was more than just a school crush, all of it.

After beating up Kaminari and Shinsou behind their backs, Bakugou made his way over to you, wiping his hands on his pants and he smiled at you cockily.

"Heater's fixed."

You raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

He hummed. "Mmhm, so wanna get out of here?"

You laughed lightly, being careful not to draw too much attention to yourselves as you slipped away when Mic let out a particularly piercing shriek that he should've gotten the money because he paired the two of you for a project when you were in his English class.

Classic Mic.

"What about breakfast?" You asked as you two took the emergency stairs, at least, just for the first couple of floors until you were clear. You weren't sure your legs would survive the 80 flights just to reach your room.

Bakugou smirked and his mouth ghosted the shell of your ear. "Don't need that shit, I got something better."

Something told you that you weren't going to be leaving the bed for the rest of this trip.

Oh well.

You supposed this was one way to exercise.

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sweetbyte · 3 years

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guilty

bakumomo - rated m

chapter one | ao3

Chapter Two

He is awaken by the aggressive rays of light that shine through the sheer window curtains and he curses at their uselessness. Why have curtains at all if not to block out the damned sun? It seems rather counterproductive but it’s probably telling of her pedigree. Rich people sure did love expensive fancy brand-name bullshit.

He considers lounging in, her furniture is tragically comfortable probably being the only thing worth the price tag, but his instincts kick in when he catches the smell of something burning. Bakugou is on his feet in seconds and quickly arrives to the source of the smell emanating from the kitchen. Bakugou feels a bit dumbstruck as he watches Yaoyorozu comically hop around the stove where whatever she had been trying to cook is being engulfed in flames.

“The fuck, just turn it off!” He snaps as the smell of char starts to escalate and he resists the urge to gag, a throb in his temple reminding him of the alcohol lingering in his system.

Yaoyorozu turns whips around in surprise, wide eyed, red faced, sweat gathering on her elegant brows. “It is off, I was just about to get the extinguisher.” The word rush out of her, almost in a pant, and he focuses on the throb in his head rather than the rush in his gut and glares at her.

“What are you waiting for then, the whole building to catch fire?” Her face seems to get pinker, maybe it was a trick of the light, and she moves hastily to her pantry and takes out and quickly deploys the extinguisher. After she’s done so and the pan fire has been extinguished, she bustles around the kitchen and living room opening windows while muttering nonsense under her breath. She then rounds the corner with rags and different bottles in her hands. She pauses to look at him with a frown etched on her usually chic face and drops what she’s carrying on the counter and disappears around the opposite side of the counter. She reappears with a glass of water and a bottle of pain meds and slides them over the counter in his direction before taking her supplies.

She moves gracefully and with purpose, unlike how he initially caught her, and continues to stare at her in mild confusion. Amidst his staring, she bends to pick up some cursed thing and he realizes she’s not in the dress she was wearing the night before. Instead she’s in a thin looking top and shorts that give him a view he’s not supposed to have.

Oh, fuck me. He thinks and he rapidly averts his gaze to the glass of water that was conveniently left for him and debates chugging the whole glass as his throat has suddenly gotten dry or chucking it at her. Actually, knocking back the whole bottle of meds sound good too.

Yaoyorozu has the mess cleaned up in record time and he wonders if this is actually routine for her. She lets out one last huff as she deposits the used rags in a bin and wipes the sheen of sweat off her forehead with her arm.

“Well, tea it is then.” She comments lightly and part of him thinks its an attempt at a joke.

“What the hell just happened?”

“Breakfast was a no go.” She replies with a light shake of her head, her tone contradicting the look of disappointment. “I do have cereal though, the milk should still be good...” she trails off, opening a cabinet to set an electric kettle on the counter. “Sleep well?” She asks conversationally and his irritation spikes as he makes a bold accusation.

“Did you really almost burn down your kitchen because I kicked you out of your room?

She bats her eyelashes innocently and Bakugou knows better by now. This Yaoyorozu is different from the one he went to school with. She has honed her mind to strategize and play the long game it seems.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I’ve always been abysmal at cooking.” She laughs airily as the kettle beeps. She turns to another cabinet to reach for some mugs, he definitely does not peek at the way her shirt rides up exposing a toned stomach. She’s moves fluidly-naturally- there’s nothing that should rouse suspicion in him but he’s used to combat, analyzing and reading the enemy. The fire in her eyes makes it clear this is a battle and she has made it known she’s aware that she thinks she has the upper hand.

“Abysmal is putting it nicely” He bites back nonetheless and she only shrugs in response. “It’s a work in progress. How do you take your tea?”

“No, don’t bother, I’ll make it myself. You’ve inebriated me, almost suffocated me with the smoke of your attempted cooking, I don’t need you fucking poisoning me via tea.”

She steps aside with a small glare. “I’ll have you know unlike my culinary skills, my tea making is phenomenal.”

“Sure, I believe that.”

She huffs. “And really? Poisoning? I’m surprised you didn’t accuse me of trying to drug you to have my wicked way with you.”

“That sounds like wishful thinking, princess.”

He barely dodges her spoon.

They drink tea in a relatively peaceful silence. Yaoyorozu seems to want to attempt conversation but ends up chewing on her bottom lip quite frequently thinking better of it, not that he noticed- absolutely not. That would imply that he spent time staring at her, which he did not. The silence becomes stifling after a while when she begins glancing and side eyeing him while stirring her tea.

“What?”

“I’m surprised you’re still here.” She answers honestly with a tilt to her head as she continues to observe him. “I assumed you would have stormed out by now. I’m not saying this as an insult or to rush you, I’m just…surprised.”

He doesn’t quite know how to respond to her with why he hasn’t left yet. Truth be told, had he been in the right state of mind, he would have left while she was playing around with her pan fire. If not, definitely after forgoing her tea out of spite. He doesn’t know why he’s still here exactly.

“What happened to your dress?” He asks instead hoping to change the subject. It doesn’t seem like she minds the deflection and instead appears to grow haughty. “Did you really think I was going to sleep in that sequined nightmare? I made myself a change of outfit.”

“Didn’t you say that was against the law? Messing with the economy and shit.”

“It was justified! Desperate times call for desperate measures.” She responds hotly, crossing her arms as if daring him to argue with her. He only smirks in response and finishes his drink. “Desperate indeed.”

A lovely shade of pink blooms on her cheeks, runs down her neck and disappears beneath the collar of he shirt. He wills his eyes not to follow it and his mind not to wonder how far it goes.

“I need it to be clear that this was really not an attempt to seduce you.”

He rolls his eyes. “I know. If it was, I’d be concerned. That was some shitty seduction.”

There’s a dangerous glint in her eyes and it excites him, there’s no use denying it. “Careful, Bakugou, you sound rather let down.”

He snorts. “Yeah right, if I wanted to fuck you, you’d know.” Lies. He would totally fuck her right now. Fuck her on the table, the couch, the bed he refused to sleep in last night to avoid being surrounded by her scent, but she definitely didn’t need to know that. Especially not now as her eyes run over him searching for cracks in his front. He resists the urge to unbutton the stupid dress shirt he’s still in from the night before.

“I’m not quite sure I believe you. I think you’re too prideful to admit to that.” Damn her.

“I don’t give a single fuck about what you believe in.” He snarls and she holds her hands up in peace, an attempt to calm down a feral beast.

“No need to get hostile. It was merely an observation.” She smiles with a shake of her head and starts to clean up the table and heads to the sink with her cup in hand. The smile catches him off guard. It was pure and unguarded like the UA days were she would effortlessly throw them at anything and anyone.

By the time he gets up, she’s wiping down the countertop, putting away her kettle, the sugar she had gotten out for her tea, and the milk she had left out ‘just in case’ for him.

We takes his dish to the sink and washes it, and the other dishes in it, earning a small smack on the arm from Yaoyorozu.

“I got it! You’re a guest-“ “Shut up, I’m already doing it.” She lets out an annoyed ‘hmph’ and bumps him with her arms crossed in disapproval.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He warns her, flicking water at her face. She’s shocked still by the playful gesture and he takes advantage of it by wetting her again, this time with the sink spray. Even though it stuns her back to reality, he immediately regrets it. He had forgotten about her thin top, now partially drenched ergo partially transparent. Apparently Yaoyorozu didn’t have a bra on and now he has a hard on he can’t possibly hide. He should have left when he had the chance, what a dumbass.

#jots #my jots #my fics #bakumomo #i like bakugou being a stubborn wretch #i also like a growth positive and confident momo #sue me

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glenncoco4 · 3 years

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What Happens Next?

A/N: Here it is, the last chapter. Thank you for sticking with me. Hope you like it and also, I love Mama B as much as the next person but this is just where my head went with the story.

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July 2014

She’s balancing between two armrests with Finn in one arm and Koa in the other. They’re screaming in terror and she’s doing everything she can to protect her babies but she’s not sure she has the strength to stay in this position forever.

Looking up, she sees him walk into the room, brow furrowed at what’s going on. “Um, baby, whatcha doing?”

She looks down, chocolate orbs locking two sets of hazel eyes. They together turn towards the blonde with wide eyes. “The floor is lava!”

Koa stretches out her little hands towards the blonde lawyer. “Daddy, hurry, before the lava monster gets you!”

Marty’s eyes go wide as his little girl screams for his safety, but it’s too late. “Ahhhh, help!” Slowly he starts ‘falling’ down as if he’s being engulfed by the lava. “Kensi, I love youuuu…..”

She laughs as her husband’s last words hit her ears. “Marty! Baby!”

Slowly he rises back up, roaring as if he’s now the lava monster come to life.

Sitting the kids down on the couch, Kensi stands in front of them to protect them from who was once her husband. “Finn, Koa, I love you both so much, always remember that.” Placing a kiss to the top of each of their heads, she turns back around, takes a deep breath and lunges for the ‘lava monster.’

Marty falls to the ground with a loud thud, before he knows it, her lips are on his. “Come back to me, baby.”

His eyes flutter as her lips continue their attack. Boy if he was in an actual altered state this would do the trick to bring him out. “I should turn into a lava monster more often.”

A blush rises to her cheeks along with a shy smile. She stands up, reaching her hand out to help him up.

When the couple stands, their ears are met with the high pitched squeals that wake them up every morning more often than not. “Mommy, you did it! You saved daddy!”

Marty wraps his arm around her waist, placing a kiss to her temple. “As always.”

Just then, they’re interrupted by the ringing of the house phone.

“I’ll get it.” She places another kiss to his lips before walking towards the kitchen, smiling as she hears the distinct yelps of the kids as they jump on their daddy.

Picking up the phone, she greets the person on the other end of the line. “Hello?”

As she walks back into the living room, her eyes find his cerulean blues. “Yes, he does. May I ask who’s calling?”

He watches as her features immediately shift to that of shock. “Who is it?”

“Roberta. She’s getting out of rehab and needs a place to stay.”

He takes the phone from her, confused and socked all the same time. “Yes, this is Martin Deeks.”

She sits and watches as the crease in between his brows get narrower and narrower. “Can’t she find someone else?” He runs his fingers through his golden locks as the person says something. “Okay, fine, I’ll be there tomorrow.”

Sensing that they’re gonna need to be alone for this talk, Kensi turns towards Finn and Koa who are now playing a game of tag. “Hey, guys, why don’t you take Monty out back and play with him.”

“Yeah!” They both yell as they run toward the back of the house, furry companion in tow.

Once the door shuts, the brunette takes a seat next to her husband on the couch, his face buried in his hands. She rubs her hand up and down his back, trying to comfort him. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I think so.” He turns his head, unable to hide the tears in his eyes.

“Oh, baby.” The sadness in his eyes breaks her heart, she leans back into the cushion, pulling him with her.

His head finds her chest, his arm finding its place around her stomach as he tries to dampen down the anxiety that is slowly making its way back to him after so long. “I just-all this time and now she wants to see me only because she needs something.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want to just leave her there to rot. I want to walk up to her and ask her why, why did she leave and never look back. Why did she turn her back on me when all I was trying to do was protect her?”

“So ask her.”

He pulls back, weariness in his soulful blue eyes.

“Baby, this is your chance to finally get the closure you need.”

Releasing a sigh, he nods his head. “You’re right.”

A serious look crosses her face as she intertwines their fingers, her thumb rubbing back and forth across his. “And no matter what happens, I’ll be right beside you, I’ll even kick her ass if I have to.”

“You’d do that for me?”

She presses her lips to his with a smile, an openness in her eyes that only he gets to see. “I’d do anything for you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you."

XXXX

She threads her fingers through his as they make their way towards the entrance of the Rehabilitation Center, hoping to give him the strength he needs to get through this.

Surprisingly enough the woman is already outside, sitting on the bench, cigarette in hand. “Martin?”

“Hey.” He flashes the blonde a barely there smile.

“It’s been so long.”

“I’ll say.” He feels the reassuring squeeze of his wife’s hand, a calm washing over him. “Roberta, this is my wife Kensi.”

Not sure whether she should offer her hand to the older woman or not the agent decides on a smile instead. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Damn, Martin, she’s way out of your league.” The older woman huffs a laugh as she flicks the cigarette butt onto the pavement and extinguishes it with the heel of her shoe.

He shares a look with his wife, knowing this was too good to be true. “Listen, before we go any further I need to say something.”

Roberta lets out a heavy sigh, shaking her head. “I knew this was coming. Look can’t we just forget about it and move on.”

At her words, Kensi can’t help but step in. Her husband is the greatest person she’s ever known, his heart is so full of love and compassion. He does’t deserve this. “Move on, are you serious right now?”

“Listen, honey, this does’t concern you.”

“Honey?” She begins to step forward only to be stopped by Marty’s grip.

“Baby, I got it.” He looks from the woman that healed his heart to the woman that broke it. “First of all, don’t you dare speak to my wife like that ever again.” Letting out a laugh when something finally becomes clear to him. “You know, I thought maybe we’d come here, have a nice talk and could rebuild our relationship, but you’re not worth it. I’ve made something of myself. I have a beautiful family, a great job where I get to help make this world a better place and it’s all in spite of you. So goodbye, Roberta, I hope you can find yourself a life.”

He turns around, pulling Kensi along with him. Though it may not have been the closure he had been expecting, he feels the little boy that was abandoned finally set free.

XXXX

The waves crash against the shore bringing the cool ocean breeze along with it and his wife curling further into his body as they watch the sun dip towards the horizon. He places a kiss to the top of her head, getting a wiff of the lavender from her shampoo. “I needed this today.”

Tilting her head back, her eyes meet his, a smile crossing her face as his lips descend upon hers. “13 years is a long time, you sure you’re not getting tired of me?”

“Never enough time with you.”

Their eyes stay locked, both dancing with so many emotions. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“You know back in college I used to dream about her finding me one day. She would just show up out of the blue, tell me that she was sorry for leaving and how proud she was of me…maybe she’d show up to graduation or at my doorstep one day. But she never came and I felt so alone…so useless, until one night everything was suddenly different.”

“What changed?”

He looks out towards the Pacific thinking about the first time they were here. A smile spreads to his face before he turns back to her, his palm finding her cheek as his thumb moves back and forth across her olive toned skin. “I went to a party with some buddies of mine, locked eyes with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met and in that moment I knew I had a purpose, that I mattered to someone.”

She tilts her head at his words. “You know maybe we should’ve brought some wine with all this cheese you’re serving.”

The playful spark in her eyes is one of things he loves most about her. His lips find hers in a passionate kiss, sending the pair into an emotional frenzy.

A few minutes later air becomes scarce forcing them to pull back. Their eyes dance with fire, knowing it’s only a preview of what’s to come later tonight. Placing one more kiss to his lips, Kensi then rests her head back against his chest as the sun continues to turn the sky different shades. “Marty?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“We love you…Finn, Koa and I will always love you. You’re what makes our world go round and nothing’s gonna change that.”

The emotion in her words hits him full force. “You have no idea how much I needed to hear that right now.” His lips find her head once again, finding solstice in her embrace. “I love you.”

Their spot.

#Densi #Densi Fanfic #AU #Kensi Deeks #Marty Deeks #Finn Deeks #Koa Deeks #The Deeks'#Roberta Deeks #NCIS: LA #NCIS: LA Fanfic

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protectteamfreewill · 5 years

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Hands

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Angst.. little bit of language but like you’ll miss it if you blink

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I posted a oneshot on here.. It’s not like I stopped writing, it’s just that the stuff I wrote about was really personal and I didn’t really feel like sharing all that on social media. But I’m trying to get into writing ‘normal’ oneshots again. So here we go :)

Also, while writing this I listened to the song ‘Hands’ by ORKID (hence the title) so to really get into the feels you might want to listen to that while reading this.

*I do not own any Supernatural characters and/or gifs I may use*

“I don’t love you. I never have,” Dean flatly states. Neither his voice nor his face showing any sign of emotion as he spits those words out. As if they wouldn’t turn your entire world upside down. As if they meant nothing, as if you meant nothing.

He had to be lying. Either that, or he had been lying for the past six months straight. He had to have been lying the day you met him at the café you work at, when he ordered two coffees and a slice of cherry pie and flirtatiously told you you looked beautiful as a smirk graced his perfectly chiselled face. Right before he took his coffee and pie he slid his napkin towards you with a wink. Looking down you noticed the sloppy numbers that were hastily written down on it. The black contrasting against the off-white napkin.

He had to have been lying when he took you on your first date, just one day after you decided to take the risk and call the number he gave you. Taking you to a fancy restaurant for a candlelit dinner whilst telling you how you made him feel like no one else ever had, a blush creeping up his neck as he admitted those words out loud. You spent the night getting to know each other, cracking jokes and holding hands and even sharing dessert afterwards. He leaned in as he whispered he never shared his pie with anyone, but for you he’d make an exception.

And he had to have been lying on all the dates that followed. The time he asked you to be his, the first time he told you he loved you, the time he promised you it was the two of you against the world.

You remembered the last date the two of you went on. Merely two weeks ago he surprised you after you came home from a long day of work, telling you to put on some comfy clothes. You begged him to tell you where the two of you were going but he gave you nothing. He simply laughed as you tried all your persuasion techniques on him, pulling you closer and pressing a feather light kiss against your forehead before whispering “you’ll see,” and as you felt his lips curl up in a smile against your skin you couldn’t help but smile as well, surrendering and deciding to just put on some yoga pants and a flannel you’d stolen from Dean. Again he told you you looked beautiful. Told you that you looked better in that flannel than he ever had, or ever would. He took your hand and led you to his black impala, holding the door to the passengers seat open for you and shutting it after you’d gotten in. The whole ride through he continued to hold your hand, his other hand resting on the steering wheel. By the time he pulled over and cut off the engine it was a little after eleven and the sky had darkened, making way for at least a million of brightly shining stars. Dean pulled a blanket over the hood of his car so the two of you could sit down. He’d pulled your body into his and wrapped his arms tightly around you, providing you with just enough heat to not get cold, and the two of you spent the night stargazing. Every now and then one of you would point up, wanting to point out a star that seemed to shine just a little brighter than the others. Just as you’d started to drift off his lips moved towards your ear. “I’m yours. I’m all yours, sweetheart. Ain’t no one ever going to take you away from me,” he whispered, the feeling of his lips so close to your ear, his breath fanning your skin, making goose bumps spread all over your body. “I’ll stay by your side, always,” a smile spread across your face as you let yourself fall away in a peaceful slumber, his words still dancing in the back of your head. It didn’t take long before your head softly fell against his as you failed to keep it up any longer.

Every word, every touch, every smile. He’d have to been lying through his teeth.

At first you refuse to believe him, desperately scouring his face for a sign that he is indeed lying. You search for the sparkle in his eyes you normally notice when he’s cracking one of his horrible jokes, the fine wrinkles around his eyes that only appear when he genuinely smiles or laughs, or even a smirk, indicating he’s just fooling around. But you find nothing of the sort. It’s like staring at a brick wall, you see the cold, blank exterior but you don’t have a single fucking clue what is going on behind it. Likewise, Dean shows you a blank face, giving you zero indication of what is going on behind those eyes, inside his head.

And slowly the reality of the situation starts to dawn on you. Right then, right there, all you want to do is scream. Make sure everyone, all over town, can hear you. Make sure everyone knows. But you stay still. Your body trembling, but still. You shake your head. “No,” you bring out, hating how broken you sound. You feel tears coming up, but you will them away, refusing to cry, to break down, in front of him like you had many times before. “Everything’s fine. Whatever it is, we can fix this,” you desperately try. But you know damn well you’re lying, both to him and yourself. You reach for his hands, hoping your touch will solve it all. Make him feel anything, make him love you again. Make the truth disappear. But his hands feel unusually cold in yours.

“I was only pretending,” he declares, yet making no effort to pull back his hands. “You can’t really blame me can you? You can only blame yourself,” he goes on, his words growing bolder, harsher. He looks you dead in the eyes as he spits out those words and you feel your heart breaking a little more with every word that leaves his mouth. Making it impossible for you to hold back your tears any longer, feeling them fill up your eyes.

You wished you could hate him right now. Let go of his hands, that seem to be growing colder by the second, and throw him out instead of seeing him leave. But truth is, you don’t. Because while he may have been pretending, you sure as hell didn’t. You loved him. You loved him like you had never loved anyone else before. You’d felt a spark ignite that day he ordered his coffees and pie, fuelled by the fact that he gave you his number. And after that first date you knew you were a goner. You loved him even before he asked you to be his girl, you loved him before the hugs, the flowers, the late night walks or car rides, before you even knew if he loved you back. Every moment made that spark burn brighter, stronger. And right now you couldn’t simply extinguish it, leaving yourself with nothing but ashes and thick, suffocating smoke. You’d figured you shouldn’t have to, fully convinced that he would stay right here by your side like he promised. That the vows he made to you actually meant something.

God had you been wrong.

“So what happens now?” you ask, trying to keep the pain out of your voice, clenching your jaw as you attempt to keep your lip from trembling also. But Dean stays dead silent.

“Why would you leave me when you said you were mine?” you follow up your previous question as you conclude Dean isn’t going to provide you with any kind of answer.

Again, no answer. “Please just let me go,” is all he says. And with those words he pulls his hands out of yours. His hands even colder now, your hands unable to warm them like you had been before. He takes a few steps back, the sound of his shoes making contact with the wooden floor beneath them sounding hollow in the silence that is shared between the two of you, before turning around and walking out of the door without looking back.

You watch him walk away without saying another word and as you hear the door fall shut behind him you finally allow yourself to let the tears fall freely. Your knees buckle from underneath you and with no one there to catch you you fall to the floor, a raspy sob racking your body as you bury your head in your hands. You feel empty. Your entire body aching. The fire Dean had ignited now feeling like it’s burning right through you. The floor feels hard and cold against your knees but you’re unable to move. Unable to do anything but let the tears cascade down your face.

A few meters away, just from outside the door, Dean hears a soft thud as you fall to the floor. He hears the heart-breaking sob that starts your breakdown and hears the ones that follow. And it breaks his heart, more than it had already been broken. But there was no choice, he had to do this. He has to protect you. And the only way for him to do that is to keep you out of his world, away from the monsters. He’d rather have the both of you hurting, but with you alive, instead of spending the next few months with you but finding you dead one day after coming home. He’d seen too many people around him die; his parents, Charlie, Kevin, hell, even Crowley. He knew death came with the job description. The lifespan of the average hunter wasn’t very long, the better part of them getting killed during a hunt one way or another, sooner or later. He couldn’t get you involved. He couldn’t see you lose your life, too.

After listening to you for a little while longer, whispering useless ‘sorry’s’ and praying to whatever or whoever was listening that you’d be okay, he makes his way down the driveway to the street just around the corner where Sam is waiting for him. As he walks away, looking over his shoulder to the house he shared with the one girl he truly loved more than anything for the last time, a single tear leaves the corner of his eye and makes its way down his face. The heartbreak he feels is making it almost impossible for him to keep walking. But he has to. He knows that if he stops now, turns around one more time, he’s going to make his way right back to you. Tell you he was lying when he told you he didn’t love you. Tell you that he really does love you more than anything.

But if he wants to keep you save that’s not a possibility. So he keeps walking, shoulders drooped, head hanging low. He wipes away his tears before getting into the driver’s seat of Baby. Refusing to make eye contact with Sam.

“Dean..” Sam tries, but Dean immediately cuts him off.

“No,” he says, harshly. “This is the only way. I am not pulling her into this world,” he argues. “I can’t,” Dean mumbles, voice sounding wobbly. He’s practically begging Sam not to go against him on this one. He’s got his mind made up, nothing Sam will say to him is going to change that and he’d rather get out of this town as fast as possible. To leave the memories, the feelings, all of it behind.

To leave you behind.

His hands are freezing now. He genuinely doubts they’ll ever warm up again now you’re not here to warm them anymore. As he puts his key in the ignition memories of the two of you sitting in his car flood his mind. All the times the two of you pointlessly drove around, him driving of course and you occupying the seat Sam was now sitting in. All the times he held your hand while driving, the times the two of you were shamelessly singing along to your favourite songs and the times you talked, whether it was just mindless chatter or deep conversations late at night, they wash over him, suffocating him as he struggles to keep his head up. He takes in a sharp breath, shrugging off the urge to cry as best as he can, before he turns on the car and drives off. Away from the house, the street, the town, he considered home. Away from you.

He sure as hell hopes he did the right thing. Because if he could be sure of anything his head was telling him right now, it’s that there’s no coming back from this.

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pengychan · 5 years

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[Good Omens] Winging It - Proverbs 10:7

Summary: Shockingly, attempting to destroy an angel without consulting God first comes with consequences. There is more than one way to fall, and a thousand more ways to inconvenience an angel and a demon who just wanted to be left in peace. Characters: Gabriel, Crowley, Aziraphale, Beelzebub, Michael, Uriel, Sandalphon Rating: T

Prologue and all chapters are tagged as ‘winging it’ on my blog.

A/N: You'd think an archangel would know better than making deals with the literal Prince of Hell, but nah, not this one.

***

“Dagon.”

“My Lord.”

“Are all available demons out looking for the Archangel?”

“They are.”

“... You’re still here.”

“You required my presence.”

“Did I?” Beelzebub buzzed, frowning at the flames dancing at their fingertips. A few flies flew into it, and came out burning; the flames then were extinguished, and they kept flying as though nothing had happened. They didn’t notice Dagon frowning.

“If you’ll forgive my insolence--”

“I don’t forgive and you’re always insolent anyway,” Beelzebub closed their hands in a fist, and the fire was gone. They leaned back on their seat, glancing over at Dagon. “Speak.”

“You seem distracted, Lord Beelzebub.”

Of course, Beelzebub could deny that; claim they were not distracted at all, and Dagon would immediately accept that Blind obedience. Absolute loyalty. The demand they rebelled against a long, long time ago, now upheld once again. Hypocritical, perhaps, but Beelzebub found they didn’t mind it when they were the one who could not be questioned. But they did not deny it.

“Do you remember anything from before the Fall?” they asked.

Dagon blinked in surprise, but hardly paused before replying. “I remember the Fall. We all do.”

“But before that?”

“... Hardly anything. I remember the battle.” A pause, and Dagon’s hand reached up to her head. There it was for her, too, the pain whenever an attempt was made to bring up the past. Beelzebub wondered, for the first time, if angels got that as well whenever they tried to remember. “You got in the way,” Dagon said slowly. “When Michael came to strike me down.”

Beelzebub vaguely remembered that, too, though they weren’t entirely sure they had truly meant to shield Dagon from the assault or to attack Michael the moment they’d seen her. Either way, it had been useless; Michael was a force to be reckoned with. Beelzebub had waited so long for a rematch, now that they were stronger, but even that had been denied to them.

“She struck down both of us,” Beelzebub muttered, the ache in their head spiking a moment. They ignored it and frowned, trying to recall more. They had been among the last to be cast out, the last bit of resistance before the Fall. But towards the start of the rebellion, in the heat of the battle, there had been a spear raised above them, like Michael’s sword later… yet it hadn’t come down. And Beelzebub… hadn’t moved, either.

“Gabriel, what are you waiting for? Strike them down!”

“Ba’al! Strike now!”

“Ugh--!” Beelzebub let out a groan, the pain in their head spiking into something nearly unbearable and oh, did they know something of unbearable torments. They shook their head, giving up on trying to remember, and the pain faded. They looked up to see Dagon still standing there, a pained grimace on her own face, and scoffed.

“... Enough reminiscing. Go, and don’t be back until the Archangel is found,” they snapped, like it had been Dagon to bring up a distant past. She obeyed, unquestioning, unflinching, leaving them alone.

The Prince of Hell watched her leave and leaned back on their throne, silent, in wait.

***

“Here we are. They got sales going on, too. Lucky you, when I came in to get my stuff it cost an arm and a leg.”

Gabriel, who had absolutely no clue as to the monetary value of human appendages and still didn’t know precisely how much the money in his wallet was worth, let alone what he could buy with it, just nodded.

“Right,” he muttered, and made a point to look carefully, right and then left, before they crossed the street to the store. One car to the face had been enough to last him the entirety of a mortal lifetime, thank you.

“You go in and have a look,” Daniel said, tilting his head towards the store. “A good sleeping bag is a must. Say it’s for camping.”

“Right.” Gabriel hesitated, not entirely sure what he was supposed to look for. What made a sleeping bag good or not? He could use some advice there. “Aren’t you coming?”

“Can’t go in with the fag,” Daniel replied, nodding towards the window. A tall, lanky man was rearranging the display. Gabriel frowned.

“You shouldn’t call him that,” he pointed out. He knew little about Earth and its conventions, but even he had picked up that much. Daniel, on the other hand, gave him a slightly confused look.

“What?”

Gabriel’s certainty wavered a moment. “Isn’t it-- derogatory?”

Another moment of silence, then Daniel laughed. “Hah! No, I didn’t-- can’t go in with the fag lit. I mean this,” he added, lifting up the cigarette and raising an eyebrow. “You’re not from around here originally, are you? I wondered, with your accent.”

Oh. “I... yes, I’m from. Abroad.”

“American?”

“... Sort of,” Gabriel muttered, and cleared his throat. “So, uh, I’ll have a look,” he added, and walked into the store. He returned a clerk’s greeting with a polite smile - the greetings were nowhere as effusive as those of his taylor back during the Regency, he mused - and walked right to the back, where the sleeping bags were on display.

He walked up and down the aisle, staring at the prices without a clue as to how much money it actually was, and eventually walked back towards the entrance, hoping that Daniel was done with the cigarette and could at least suggest him what to pick.

He had not finished the cigarette, and he was no longer alone on the pavement in front of the shop. Three boys were standing only a few steps away, laughing, eating chips and muttering something Gabriel couldn’t hear.

And at first, he thought nothing of it. Then something was thrown at Daniel, bouncing off his jumper and onto the pavement; they roared with laughter, and the picture became much clearer.

It had been a long time since Gabriel had felt Righteous Anger. Even when Aziraphale had somehow screwed up the Armageddon, what he’d felt had been… yes, anger, but mixed with utter bafflement that they’d been betrayed in such a way by the Angel of the Eastern Gate and no small amount of embarrassment for never having noticed, over six millennia, that he was closely working with a demon.

He’d wanted him gone for his betrayal, he’d wanted him punished for the millennia wasted on a Plan that was not to be and for the blow to his pride-- a crime born of pride -- but it hadn’t quite been Righteous Anger, the kind that filled his chest with the power of the storm and turned his voice to into the crack of thunder. He’d almost forgotten what that felt like.

But right now, with no power at all to speak of, he got a rather good reminder.

“Cease at once!”

No crack of thunder to underline his words, but there may very well have been. The clerk nearly jumped on the counter as he strode past him and outside, a client who’d wandered in nearly jumped in the arms of a mannequin displaying trekking gear, and the three boys on the pavement stumbled as though physically hit by a gust of wind.

Ah, that was… nice. Satisfying. An angel’s voice had a power to it, and that power was lost to him… but maybe not all of it. His voice rang still loud and clear, and it was time to make it heard.

***

“Have the new entries been dealt with?”

“Yes. One bright side is that we were expecting… a lot of people to die last week. Which is to say, all of them. So we’re more than prepared for a regular influx.”

“Good.”

There was a brief silence, shuffling papers. In the end, it was Sandalphon to break the silence.

“... Do you think he’s going to show up here, eventually?”

Uriel blinked. “Who?” she asked, and then paused at the look Sandalphon gave her. “Ah-- Gabriel,” she muttered, frowning a little. Of course he meant Gabriel, who else? She must be… taking on too much work, and let her mind wander. Never mind that angels are supposed to simply never tire. “If God will allow back, you mean? It has… never happened, that a Fallen was allowed to return.”

“But he’s not technically a Fallen,” Sandalphon replied. “As long as the other side doesn’t get him. Which… won’t happen. I think. I hope.”

Uriel sighed. “Michael said he’s safe as he can be.”

“On Earth, under the eye of the trait--” he trailed off, and paused. An unwise thing to call the angel that Hellfire couldn’t think and who seemed to have a special place in the eyes of God, that, and he corrected himself quickly enough. “... Of an angel and a demon who somehow derailed the Apocalypse.”

“Better than in Hell’s clutches, I suppose.” Uriel sighed, then spoke again. “He might return after his mortal life runs it course,” she conceded, barely daring to hope so. It would be the best outcome, she supposed, even if he would no longer be among them as an archangel.

“Ah, right. That’s not too long. How many years do you think his mortal form may have left?”

“Well… maybe ten, twenty years?” Uriel guessed, not having precisely kept up to date with the average lifespan of humans in the specific geographic location Gabriel happened to be at the moment. Last time she had truly mixed up with anything going on on Earth it was to check doors for lamb’s blood in Egypt. Interesting times, those. Interesting lives. Short lives.

“That’s not long,” Sandalphone muttered. He sounded relieved; clearly, the thought Hell might sink its claws in Gabriel didn’t even occur to him. Uriel chose not to consider it, either. “Not long at all. Human lives are so short, he’ll be back in the blink of an eye.”

She nodded. “Of course.”

“And he’ll have let go of what happened by then, surely,” Sandalphon went on. “He must understand that we didn’t truly have a choice except, well…”

“Rebel,” Uriel said quietly. “And Fall.”

The mere mention of it seeed to make him uncomfortable, and he busied himself straightening papers that needed no straightening. “Well, of course, we couldn’t do that.” A small, nervous laugh. “Rules are there for a reason. I mean, Gabriel used to say… he used to say…”

Sandalphon’s voice faded; Uriel waited for him to continue, but he didn’t and suddenly she knew why. She looked up, dread gripping her throat, to see that same dread on Sandalphone’s face.

“Uriel,” he whispered, eyes wide. “I can’t remember what Gabriel used to say.”

***

“It was impressive, how you dealt with those kids.”

“Hmm.”

“No, really. You almost scared me, with that voice you made. The wrath of Hell.”

Wrong comparison, and it made something in Gabriel’s chest clench. Beelzebub’s claims that he belonged in Hell echoed in his mind, and he had to make an effort to silence the thought. He wondered, faintly, what Beelzebub was at. Maybe they were looking for him - not a reassuring through, that the forces of Hell may be patrolling the streets for him - but maybe they had just decided he was not worth the effort, after all. Somehow, the thought stung.

“Gabriel? You all right, mate?”

“Ah-- yes. Yes, I’m all right. It’s just… I’d prefer to think of it as the wrath of Heaven.”

“Heh, of course. The Archangel Fucking Gabriel,” Daniel chuckled, then paused. “... Press the ice over your eye another minute.”

Gabriel made a face, pressing the ice bag a little harder over his right eye. His vision was a little blurred and he couldn’t open it completely, but it was only a black eye - the pain nowhere comparable to the utter agony of torn wings, or of multiple fractures after being hit by a car. It certainly would heal soon enough. Sooner than his pride, at any rate.

A crime born of pride, Metatron’s voice echoed in the back of his mind.

“Oh, shut up,” Gabriel muttered.

“What was that?”

“... Nothing.” He sighed, leaning back against the backrest of the bench. On a branch little above him a gray squirrel eyed him, likely trying to decide whether the ice pack on his face might be edible and, if so, whether it was worth the risk of trying to steal. They were awfully bold, the squirrels of St. James’ Park. “So much for the wrath of Heaven. That was pathetic.”

“It was three on one.”

“Three children.”

“Teenagers. And they gave you no time to react.”

“I used to be--” ah, but he couldn’t finish that sentence, could he? This time, Daniel wouldn’t shrug it off as the ramblings of a drunken man; he may very well decide he was crazy. “... Stronger than this.”

“Well, you’re always on time to hit the gym,” Daniel chuckled, then fell silent for a few moments. When he spoke again his voice was quiet, almost somber. “Thank you.”

Gabriel glanced at him, taken aback. “What for?”

“For trying to do something,” Daniel muttered. His voice grew weaker a moment, and he cleared his throat. “A lot of people… wouldn’t,” he added, staring at the ducks currently glaring at them for having the audacity to sit there without bringing a snack for them as well.

Ah, Gabriel thought. That. He’d been so taken by his humiliation, he had almost forgotten why he’d gone and confronted those youths like that. He shrugged, and managed a smile. “Someone had to do something,” he said.

Oh, if only someone hadn’t reprimanded me several times for frivolous miracles whenever I did helped too many people! What have you ever done?

… Honestly, having other people’s voices echoing in the back of his head was getting rather tiring, and Aziraphale’s voice was the worst of all, bringing back that tightness in the pit of his stomach that he had yet to properly identify as guilt. And yet, maybe… yes, maybe Aziraphale was the one he should speak to.

He could offer no real help to anyone, but Aziraphale could, so it was about time he swallowed his pride and--

A crime born of pride.

Can you please just shut. The fuck. Up?

“All right, are you sure you don’t have a concussion or something?” Daniel was asking, waving a hand in front of Gabriel’s good eye, most annoyingly. “I can still call an ambulance.”

Gabriel shook his head and stood, reaching into his pocket. “I’m fine,” he said, and walked a few steps away, to get some privacy. “I only need to make a call.”

“Ah. Sure. I just-- that meant a lot to me, even if you got a black eye.” A pause, then he laughed a little. “Especially because you went and got a black eye on my behalf.”

Gabriel tried to smile. It came out more of a grimace. “You helped me out first,” he pointed out. And without angelic influences, he almost added, but kept it to himself. Now that he thought about it, it was rather puzzling. Daniel had showed kindness without any sort of heavenly intervention, like it was his nature.

Gabriel had never thought much about human nature; he’d always thought of mortals as slightly more intelligent apes sort of standing there, waiting for an input from either Heaven or Hell. And there he was now, a human himself, trying to make decisions without any sort of help from either side. Maybe, he mused, he should have taken that spiel about free will more seriously.

“You’re probably the kindest hum-- person I ever met,” Gabriel added. He wasn’t sure what reaction he expected - maybe an embarrassed laugh - but his expression just… soured.

“I’ve had my arsehole moments,” he muttered. For a moment he looked like he may be about to elaborate on that, but he did not. He just shrugged, and fished a cigarette out of his pocket - his attempt at offering Gabriel one earlier had ended with a violent coughing fit and some gagging - before leaning back. “I’ll have a fa-- a cigarette while you make your call.”

Gabriel nodded, and moved a few more steps towards the pond before taking the phone out of his pocket. As he called Aziraphale’s number and brought the phone to his ear, he failed to notice a fellow staring at him, standing by a nearby tree.

Upon closer inspection, someone might have picked up something wrong about him - nothing major, but just enough small details and curious features to make it unnerving. Just enough to see he wasn’t human as much as something trying to pass as one and doing a job at it that was just barely decent, the features oddly undefined. But he didn’t look, and he did not notice a thing.

It would later occur to him that maybe, just maybe, St. James’ Park hadn’t been the best choice of location to come and rest.

***

“What the-- fuck-- there is a giant snake here! What the hell!”

“Sir, there is no need to curse--” Aziraphale began, but didn’t even get to see the customer as much as he saw a blur of movement, which was out of the door and out in the street the next moment. He blinked at the door a few moments, mug in hand - then, as it closed, he sighed.

“Crowley. Was scaring the daylights out of that poor man strictly necessary?”

A hiss, and a large snake slithered across the floor before turning back into the familiar human shape Aziraphale had come to know so well. He leaned against a bookshelf and shrugged. “You already wanted him out to close the shop.”

“I was about to come up with something. Now he’ll go to the authorities, someone will come to investigate the sighting of the Serpent of Eden in a bookshop in Soho, and I’ll have to do an awful lot of--”

“Naaaah, you won’t,” Crowley cut him off, and snapped his fingers. “There. He forgot. Now he has a sudden urge to visit the reptile house at the zoo and will head straight there.”

A sight of relief. “Oh, thank you. I mean-- that’s nice of you, but--”

“He looked awfully interested in the tomes of the Comedy.”

“... The ones with Gustave Doré illustrations?”

“Yep. First edition. I think he was rather serious about wanting to buy them.”

“Oh, in that case… well, thank you, dear,” Aziraphale conceded, smiling a little sheepishly. He was quite fond of those books, and perhaps he should move them to the back, better hidden from prying eyes. Except that the back of the shop was already full of other books he was quite fond of and unwilling to part with. The entire shop consisted almost solely of books he was fond of and unwilling to part with, really.

A bookshop had seemed a wonderful cover for him to collect books and pretend to be a normal working citizen who paid his taxes - he actually did pay taxes - but back when he’d decided to open it, he’d failed to take into account the fact people may be inclined to purchase his books.

“You’re welcome. I was thinking, there is this new French-style cellar with wine and cheese--”

The phone rang before he could finish, causing him to roll his eyes, the glasses off his face and in his pocket. Aziraphale gave him an apologetic look, and picked up the receiver to answer in a cheery voice. “Hello! I am afraid we’re closed, but--”

“Aziraphale? It’s me.”

“Oh. Gabriel.” The smile on Aziraphale’s lips faded, and he glanced over at Crowley, who gestured towards the receiver. Ah, right - that was their idea, wasn’t it? “We’re coming, hold the phone off your ear--”

“No, don’t. There are people there. You’d be seen.”

Oh, of course. Aziraphale sighed. “Please, don’t put down the phone. Where are you?”

“That’s… not important. Listen, there is someone I need you to help.”

“... Someone you need me to help?”

“His name is Daniel Brown. He’s homeless - lost his home, he says, and his job, and his wife died. Maybe that’s not the order it happened, but -- can you send a small miracle his way?”

Well, now that was a... surprising request coming from Gabriel, but not the unpleasant kind. Aziraphale glanced over at Crowley, who was listening to his half of the conversation with a confused frown, and nodded.

“Come back in the shop,” he finally said, holding back a remark about frivolous miracles. “And I’ll see what I can do.”

***

As he ended the call, Gabriel couldn’t help but notice that the knot in his guts had tightened quite a lot when Aziraphale accepted to help him. That didn’t precisely make him any more eager to see him in person, but if he was to get Daniel a much-needed miracle, he had to do it.

He just needed a convincing story to tell about his black eye, because Heaven knew he had no desire to let the demon Crowley know he had been struck down by children. He, who during the War… during the War… well, he’d needed Michael and Uriel to help him out of a few sticky situations, but he’d defeated a few rebels on his own right, except… he’d frozen up at one point, hadn’t he? He couldn’t really remember clearly, but there was something--

“I didn’t freeze you as well, did I?” Beelzebub’s voice rang out suddenly, almost causing him to jump right in the water, which would probably have made waterfowl angry. He turned suddenly, opening his mouth to demand how they’d found him, but words died in his throat the next moment. Beelzebub was sitting on the backrest of the bench, and Daniel… he was just staring ahead, eyes glassy and jaw slack.

“What-- what have you done-- release him!”

Beelzebub raised an eyebrow. “No need to worry, I simply… paused him, while we talk. I suspect you don’t wish this mortal to know the truth about-- wait. What happened to your eye?”

Don’t tell them it was kids. Don’t tell them it was kids. Don’t tell them it was kids.

“It was-- teenagers,” he blurted out, only to mentally kick himself the next moment. “I mean-- a car. Teenagers driving a car.”

An unimpressed look. “You were hit by a car? Again?”

“Uh…” Bit too late to change version now. “Yes?”

Another long look that told him, in no uncertain terms, that he was an idiot - but they didn’t realize he was lying so really, who was the idiot there, huh? Gabriel might have smirked, if not for the fact it could give away his little act. And also, angering the Prince of Hell while they could destroy the only human… acquaintance he had made so far might turn out not to be such a wise move. So, he did not and let Beelzebub speak first.

“It seems you are determined to shorten your stay on Earth as much as possible, for all your fear to join me in Hell.”

“No, no. It was… and accident,” Gabriel protested, but Beelzebub went on as though he hadn’t even spoken.

“You can end this charade any moment,” they said, holding out a hand. “Join me. You’ll have wings again, and power.”

For a single, terrifying moment, Gabriel was almost tempted to accept; anything to cease being so pathetically weak. But the thought of Hell still aroused too much horror in him, and he shook his head, taking a step back. “Never! I shall never--”

Splash.

Ah, right. The pond. Gabriel sighed, and sadly glanced down at his now wet shoes. An especially brave duck swam over to peck at his shoelaces.

“Pffft--”

The sudden sound of someone trying and failing not to burst out laughing - and not the kind of Dignified Evil Chortle of the upper spheres of Hell, not to be confused with the Dignified Benign Chortle they did upstairs. More like a full-bellied laugh, and for some reason, Gabriel felt he knew how it would sound if it was allowed out - like it was something he had heard before.

But it wasn’t to be: laughter never came. When Gabriel looked up, Beelzebub was straightening up. They weren’t quite fast enough to entirely hide how their lips had curled upwards.

“Did you just--”

“Silence,” Beelzebub snapped, proving he’d just hit a nerve. Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“I could swear you were about to burst--” he began, but then Beelzebub raised a hand, Daniel’s glassy eyes turned white as though suddenly full of swirling fog, and Gabriel shut his mouth so abruptly his teeth clacked together. He swallowed. “Don’t,” he whispered. “Don’t harm him.”

A roll of their eyes. “What a difference less than two days as a human make. Were we not prepared to end every human life in order to get out rematch?”

“That was… then,” Gabriel muttered, markedly uncomfortable. He didn’t quite know how to explain that every human life was… a very vague, abstract concept. This human life, however… “Don’t do… whatever you plan on doing. Please.”

Beelzebub stared at him for a few moments, their expressions unreadable, then it turned sly. They smirked. “Are you ready to offer up your soul for his life?”

“I-- what?”

“I let him go without harming him. You follow me in Hell. We can strike the deal now,” they said, and hopped down the bench, holding out a hand. Gabriel looked at it, at a loss for a few moments… then he laughed. Beelzebub didn’t look pleased with that.

“You can’t.” He grinned, giddy with triumph, entirely forgetting his own sensible idea not to anger the Prince of Hell while they literally held Daniel’s life in their hands. “If I give up my soul to save someone, that’s sacrifice. And it gets me right back to Heaven.”

Beelzebub seethed a moment, then their fury faded into a faint smile. “Oh, that is true. I forgot. Thanks for keeping me from handing you a ticket back to Heaven,” they said. Gabriel’s smile went out like a burned-out lightbulb.

Ah. Fuck.

A chuckle - the Dignified Evil Chuckle, this time. “Since you’re so clever, I’ll make another proposition. I spare his life, and you let me mark you. So you can never hide from me again.”

Absolutely not, Gabriel though, and was about to say it… until he glanced at Daniel again, at the fog swirling in his eyes. A large, lumbering man, but so very frail before the Prince of Hell. His mortal life could be snuffed out with a snap of Beelzebub’s fingers, and he was the one thing that stood in the way of that happening.

Gabriel didn’t have to save him, but then again neither did Daniel have to help him out, but he had. And honestly, chances were that Beelzebub would be able to find him wherever he hid, anyway. The mark would change nothing. His wings had been torn out; what was one more scar?

“If I accept, you will never harm him.”

“You have my word.” A pause. “... You know I always keep my word.”

That was true, if anything; Gabriel knew from experience that Beelzebub was many things - Prince of Hell and Lord of the Flies, for starters - but not one to take back their word.

“... All right,” he heard himself saying. Beelzebub seeed surprised for only a moment before they gestured with their left hand, causing Daniel to yawn and immediately slump back asleep. Gabriel breathed out a sigh of relief, and held out his arm.

The grip around his wrist burned so hot that, for a moment, it felt cold.

***

"The memory of the righteous is a blessing, but the name of the wicked will rot." -- Proverbs 10:7

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ohparkers · 7 years

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Too Much Chemistry

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Both you and Peter are too distracted during a lab, and well, accidents are bound to happen.

A/N: Gif not mine!! I wrote this to take my mind off of all the stuff that happened today. This was also a request!!! I hope it’s good enough for you anon :-) Enjoy!!

The ambiance of a noisy Chemistry lab wasn’t really best suited for studying, but you had to make do.

Your nose was tucked deep into your Spanish textbook as you sat at your desk, waiting for the bell to ring and class to officially start. Though your teacher typically frowned upon anything other than the subject you were in being discussed in the lab, you had your book open under the table anyway. You silently hoped she wouldn't catch you cramming for the test you had after lunch, one that you studied for all of the last night but still somehow felt unprepared for.

Eyes carefully scanning over charts of irregular verb conjugations, in your focused state you hadn't even noticed your lab partner come in and sit down next to you. It was only when he gently tapped you on the shoulder that you looked up, meeting his always-kind gaze with a slight jolt.

“Oh, hey Peter.” You exhaled, before closing your Spanish book just as the bell rang so the noise wasn't as audible. Shifting slightly in your seat, you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Hey. Y-you nervous for the test too?” He gestured towards it as you reached down and shoved the thick textbook full of sticky notes into your backpack.

Looking back up at him, you quirked an eyebrow. “Too? You're like, the smartest kid in our grade,” You laughed. “Is the Peter Parker really nervous for a Spanish test?”

The curly haired boy shrugged from beside you, secretly fighting a huge grin from spreading across his face. “Yeah, well…”

He wasn't really nervous for the stupid test, he just wanted something to talk to you about. Something to make small talk over that wasn’t about Chemistry or a lab project.

You opened your mouth to reply but were cut off by the loud voice of your teacher from the front of the room. As she began explaining the new lab you would be starting that day, you fought the urge to look over to your left at Peter. Maybe it was just your hopeful mind playing tricks on you, honestly, you weren’t completely sure, but you could’ve sworn that he had sort-of blushed just minutes earlier when you called him smart. Had you made him blush? It wasn’t like you were lying, Peter really was the most intelligent person in the sophomore class. He always seemed to know the answers to everything - that was part of the reason you were secretly incredibly thankful that you’d been paired with him in Chem for the semester. The other part was that you were possibly harboring an overwhelmingly apparent crush on him, but that was beside the point.

As your teacher finally finished her explanation of the project, the class collectively began to get up and gather the necessary materials to complete it. Honestly, you’d been totally zoned out through the whole lecture, still thinking of the expression on Peter’s face after you gave him that compliment. When you finally snapped out of your daze, you turned to look at the boy next to you and saw that he’d already gathered everything you needed.

Embarrassment flooded your veins as you apologized to him for being so distracted, but he quickly told you that he hadn’t minded. He scooted his stool closer to yours, handing you a pair of clear goggles before putting his own on. The sleeves of his gray sweatshirt bunched up around his wrists as he settled them over his eyes, causing you to nervously gulp. How did he always manage to look cute no matter what? It wasn’t fair.

You pulled the goggles on as well, trying to focus your attention on the lab as opposed to how completely adorable Peter looked at the moment. His head was downturned, hands fiddling with the various beakers and formulas spread across the wooden table.

“Okay, so first we need to grab the nitric acid,” Peter mumbled, reaching across the table to grab the bottle of clear liquid. You felt your arm stiffen as his shoulder brushed against it when he leaned over. Tentatively making eye contact, you didn’t even need a mirror to know that the blush spreading across your cheeks was like wildfire. Since when were his arms so muscular?

Peter cleared his throat, grip tightening on the bottle of acid that was now in his palm. You two broke eye contact, but not before you noticed that he was blushing too. He was blushing too, holy crap, he was blushing too-

His shoulder was still pressed against yours when he looked back down at the instruction sheet, moving back slightly to put the bottle of chemicals down onto the surface of the table. You diverted your eyes, knee bouncing up and down nervously. The warmth of his arm was spreading through your whole body, it was like he was igniting a legitimate fire inside of you, and you really didn’t want to move but you also felt like the contact was rendering you incapable of forming coherent sentences.

You gulped again, forcing the breath catching in your throat to release itself. Peter still hadn’t met your gaze again. “Um, so-” He muttered, voice raised in pitch ever-so-slightly, but enough for it to be noticeable. His eyes went wide, the redness engulfing his face darkening in color.

“I think we need to mix it with, u-uhm…” You forced yourself to actually speak so you weren’t just sitting there looking useless.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, the-” Peter began, but stopped abruptly as he felt you shift in your seat, leaning hesitantly over his shoulder to get a better look at the beakers he was messing with. Now, not only was your entire arm pressed up against his, but your head was over his shoulder and he could smell your coconut shampoo because of how close in proximity you were and he couldn’t even form words anymore and-

Your head moved backward fast as you heard the loud noise of glass clanging together. Immediately jolting back in surprise, Peter and your arms quickly disconnected.

The beaker on the table was on fire. It was literally in flames - holy shit, you’d just started a fire. You heard all of the classmates around you collectively gasp at the almost movie-esque sight in front of you.

“Peter! Oh my God!” Standing up, the feeling in your veins a terrible mixture of embarrassment and shock, you didn’t even think before grabbing his arm and yanking him back from the fire. By now, your teacher had noticed the situation and was already using the classroom fire extinguisher to diminish the flames.

If you thought you were blushing before, you were practically a freakin’ fire hydrant by then.

In the chaos, you didn’t even bother to release your tight hold on Peter’s arm. He hadn’t seemed to mind. In fact, as you two stood back a couple of feet from the lab table, watching your furious teacher put out the fire you’d created, your whole bodies were against each other. The heat of the moment (pun intended) made the awkwardness and the nerves melt away.

You remained in contact as your teacher finished extinguishing the flames, and as she basically screamed her head off at you both, and as she wrote out the detention slips.

The bell actually rang in the middle of her writing out the pieces of bright yellow paper printed with “CONDUCT INFRINGEMENT” in bolded letters across the top. The rest of the class had already packed up their materials, rushing out of the doors with hushed whispers about the mess you two had made pouring out of their mouths.

It wasn’t until the bell for the beginning of the next class rang when you remembered your Spanish test. Your Spanish test. Oh, for heaven’s sake. At least you had the remainder of your lunch period to cram in some more studying, even though at that point the exam was the last thing on your mind.

When your teacher finally finished writing out the slips and she handed them over to you with a disappointed sigh, you and Peter quickly hurried to collect your books and leave the room. Once in the hallway, your pace sped up to a fast-walk to your locker, but after only a few steps more you felt an arm grab your wrist, stopping you.

You spun around, confused eyes meeting the warmth of your lab partner’s, who seemed to be gazing at you with sorrow. Opening your mouth to speak, he cut you off. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I was the reason we both got detention. I’m so sor-”

“Pete!” You tugged gently on the sleeve of his sweatshirt, and his eyes slowly lit up. It was the first time you’d called him that, and quite frankly, it made his stomach churn. “It was equally as much my fault as it is yours. You have nothing to apologize for, it’s not even that big of a deal.”

“B-but detentions go on your record here and, I just, I don’t know, I feel bad…” Peter murmured, his eyes never faltering from yours. He looked so genuinely upset, you could feel your heart clench.

“Peter. Parker. Stop. I. Am. Not. Upset.” Pulling him closer towards you, you squeezed his forearm. He kept looking at you. “I promise, now let’s go, we’re standing in the middle of an empty hallway when you could be at lunch helping me study for Spanish. C’mon!”

Peter’s brown eyes lit up even more, somehow shining even in the horrid lighting of the hallway. Yet again, you tugged on his arm, making him fall into step next to you. Except for this time, you mustered up enough courage to let your hand slip from his forearm down into his. “For a being juvenile delinquent, you’re pretty cute, you know that?”

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Title: “Of These Chains” Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Rating: T Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Parallel, Alternate Universe - Pandora Hearts, Angst, Freeform, Swearing, Psychological, Glen!Izuku, ChildOfMisfortune!Katsuki, Warnings May Change, minimal spoilers for Pandora Hearts, no prior knowledge needed for Pandora Hearts, everything is the same except Katsuki is the tragic hero, character roles will be explained along the way, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Chapters: 3/? (Ongoing) Words: 4274 (so far)

Summary: With aspiration comes power, and with power, sacrifice. Such was the fate of a Child Of Misfortune. He would never be able to reveal the secret to him, the ugly truth that was so easy to say and yet the words always caught in his throat: he was destined to die.

Chapter 3 is up! Read on AO3

(This is Chapter 3)

"Alright, boys. That's enough for today," All Might's voice boomed across the training ground. Both boys reared back from one another, readjusting their clothes as they faced the hero.

Tuesday was Katsuki's favorite day of the week. Despite pushing himself to train vigorously every day during the week, Tuesdays were the days in which Katsuki had the chance to sharpen his skills against Izuku. He could feel himself getting stronger and stronger every week, and it filled him with just as much pride to see Izuku pushing himself to his own limit as well. Both of them needed to maintain their physique and techniques, or so Katsuki told himself.

"But I want to keep going, All Might," Izuku whined, panting as he rubbed a hand over his cheek. It was muddy from their fight, and he only made it worse as the mark spread.

All Might walked over and placed his hands on their shoulders respectively. "Enough is enough, young Midoriya. You both need to rest. Pushing yourself and pushing yourself past the limit are two different mentalities."

Katsuki said nothing, grabbing his water bottle and downing it all in one go. He exhaled heavily, shaking the sweat off his hair as he shrugged off All Might's hand, facing Izuku again. "Are you done?"

The latter grinned widely, resuming his battle stance. "Of course not."

Katsuki didn't seem like the type of person to get tangled up in his thoughts, but Izuku begged to differ, and was probably the only person to know of the emotional turmoil that resided in the back of Katsuki's mind. He could always tell when something was bugging him, although coming face to face with him and discussing it was separate matter entirely. Katsuki had somehow rejected Izuku's concerns each time by reflex and default, and they were both too stubborn and dense to admit their true feelings for one another. They believed that they understood each other like the back of their hands, but the situation was vastly different to what they both assumed to be true. Katsuki was constantly lost in the depths of his own worries, and the blizzard was too thick for Izuku to see through it, to reach out to him and save him.

There was a storm brewing in Katsuki's mind right in that point of time; it fueled the extra power in each of his windup motions, and his frustration turned into erratic punches as their fight ensued. It was normal for him to act on his impulses, but it was a rare sight to see him so lost in his own storm, blundering desperately as he tried to escape. Izuku knew immediately that something was weighing on his mind, heavy as a mountain, but was clueless on how he was to approach the raging storm, wild and unpredictable.

"Kacchan," he called to him, blocking and deflecting each of his partner's moves. He did so with unexpected ease, and it frustrated Katsuki even further and he gritted his teeth, charging at him once again.

"Don't talk whilst we're fighting," he hissed. He had dropped his guard for the second time and allowed a wide opening for Izuku to grab his arm, and he was flung heavily to the floor with a resounding thump. All Might casted one last glance over his shoulder before sighing, shutting the doors behind him as he left.

Izuku dropped down onto Katsuki, his knee digging into his stomach as he planted a hand on top of his torso, steadying him. "What's on your mind, Kacchan? It's not like you to get so preoccupied," he said. "Especially during a fight."

"That was no fight," Katsuki spat, wheezing as he struggled under Izuku's hold. "It's like fighting a sheep."

"Yeah, and this sheep just won," Izuku said calmly. There was no trace of humor in his tone as he met the former's furious gaze. "Please tell me what's on your mind."

Katsuki scrunched up his eyebrows and glared at Izuku before turning his head away from him. "I'm fucking fine."

Izuku sighed softly and detached himself from Katsuki, plopping himself to sit down next to him. The latter didn't move from the position Izuku left him in, and only fixated his gaze on the ceiling with both arms splayed flat on the ground.

"You're not getting an answer from me," Katsuki rasped, chest still heaving from their duel. It was no doubt that he'd been taken by surprise yet again, but Izuku was growing stronger every day now, and as much as he was jealous of his rapid growth, he was equally proud of his progress.

Katsuki’s response alone was more than a simple retort, and Izuku leaned back on his shoulders and stretched his legs. "That's alright, Kacchan. I would like to know if...," he trailed off, cocking his head. "I'd like to know if it was about me."

"Fuck, you're even more conceited than I thought you to be!" Katsuki turned to Izuku, spreading his hands in disbelief. "If I had a problem with you, I'd say it, fuckface."

Izuku grimaced at his partner and shot skeptical look towards him. "You'll have to tell me eventually, Kacchan. It won't be long until become the next Glen, afterall." He unfolded his legs, raising to squat as he glanced down at Katsuki. "There'll be nothing to hide from me when the time comes."

"Like there's anything to hide from your grimy ass, Deku," Katsuki growled. He immediately choked on his own spit, turning scarlet as he realized what he'd just said. "I mean. There's no way you're ever finding out like that."

Izuku let out a burst of laughter. It was music to the ears, and Katsuki wanted to dig a hole and bury himself right then and there.

There was a moment of silence where their ragged breaths evened out and aligned with one other's, and Izuku smiled to himself. "You know," he began. "All Might never did tell me. About you, I mean. The whispers behind your back, the frequent utterances of 'Ill Omen' and such. I never did understand where it all came from, and...I'd like to hear that from you."

The sympathetic glance from Izuku was more than enough to set Katsuki's blood on fire, and the gentle tone of his words only served to fan the flames. He knew he wasn't pitying him, that he was only thirsty for reconciliation and understanding, but Katsuki couldn't help but feel burning hatred and rejection at his partner's choice of words. It was enough that he received glares and fearful glances from people he didn't even know, but it was much worse to be interrogated by the only person he could confide in, the only person open and close to him. It scorched him, and there was no way to extinguish it on his own. The weight on his shoulders had been engulfing him for years, and Izuku's curiosity only added extra fuel to the mix, faster than ever before.

"It's all bullshit," Katsuki responded. He mentally slapped himself for the feeble retort, a lie so clear and weak that would be embarrassing even for a child, but there was nothing one could really do but save themselves from the last patch of skin that hadn't been scalded. He wanted to believe it, of course he did. He wanted to believe that he still had a chance of survival, to save himself, to break free from the chains that tied him down. But Izuku wouldn't buy it; he was determined to figure him out from top to bottom, regardless of what it took. His kindness was Katsuki's reason to thrive, and his hunger was the catalyst for his final breath.

Izuku said nothing and kept his gaze on him, unwavering. Katsuki groaned inwardly. His partner's determination was an avalanche, and Katsuki could run away if he wanted to. He chose to be crushed by it instead.

"It's exactly what it fucking sounds like, Deku. I'm...I spread Ill Omen, as they say. I'm the harbinger of great destruction." Katsuki clenched his jaw and stood up, dusting his trousers as he made his way slowly for the door. "You'd...you'd better fucking run away."

Katsuki was the one who ran. He barged past the doors, away from Izuku's piercing eyes, away from his own burden. The more he ran, the more he stumbled, and the chains that wrapped around him grew tighter with every heartbeat. They acted as anchors for him, reminding him of his origin, his purpose, his existence. For he could feel his body deteriorating, his strength leaving him with every breath as time marched relentlessly onwards. As much as he was getting stronger and more confident with his each and every move, the illness that resided deep inside him only came shooting for the surface, digging through his facade like thin ice. There was no way Katsuki could escape it; it was useless to fight against his fate, to craft an ideal future with himself. He watched on with an idle look in his eyes, for the only thing he could do now was to hope. His sneered bitterly at himself and glared at his gnarled reflection in the mirror. He was crumbling from the pressure against the cracks in what was left in his fragile soul, and there was nothing he could do but wait for his inevitable end.

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