𝐋𝐞𝐧 (≧◡≦) ♡

Himiko had been on the loose for about a day, before the heroes from UA caught her. Specifically Deku and Dynamight. The next day, she was lost, again. She had been the sneakiest of the league, and often disappeared for periods of time. Over the week, Dynamight was assigned the task of finding Himiko Toga, and getting her behind bars. He accepted the challenge, so he would have another notable achievement in his resume, for everyone to witness. Little did he know, that wouldn’t be happening for quite some time.

The sun was almost completely set, when Dynamight silently blasted his way into the air. Without making noise, he couldn’t blast very high, so he stayed low, but not enough for anything to surprise attack him. He stumbled onto his feet and walked down a dim alleyway, lit by a broken lantern. He stayed quiet, until he heard rustling behind him.

“Another blondie!” She yawned, then giggled walking behind him quietly.

Bakugou backed up with a small explosion and turned around to face the voice.

“There you are, you little asshole! God damnit I actually got you this time…” He panted, charging after her.

She leaped against the wall, sending him past her.

“Wait wait wait!!” Her voice was high and cheeky. “Mr Dynamight, is that really you?”

He paused and stared in disbelief. What?

“You’re so much cuter in person. You look soooo good all roughed up, hehe. Man you really are exactly how Dabi described you. Cocky and annoying. But also suuuuuper hot.” She giggled.

He was confused. He didn’t enjoy the compliment, but his stomach did. His stomach filled with butterflies and the slight feeling of wanting to puke. He couldn’t quite tell how he was feeling in this moment. Heavy breathing, but relief she wasn’t running.

A knife flew past his head and the girl charged at him, pinning him to the ground. He wasn’t supposed to hurt anybody, being a hero, but he also was supposed to capture her. Small sparks formed at his palms.

“Son of a bitch get off of me!-” he yelled before she stuck a knife in the crack of the road, next to his ear. He looked at it, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face. He knew if he moved, he was gone. He had heard of her tricks, knives and needles in stock at all times. Tonight she had been wearing a black, oversized hoodie, with the smell of ash, and her skirt she had been spotted wearing when he had first found her this week. She had always been described to wear a belt or garters with storage pockets for needles. “Mr Dynamight, might not wanna move if you want to live, yeah? Okay.” He couldn’t help but look down at her legs, which were hovering over his waist, her arms beside his chest, her face over his. She wasn’t wearing anything under that skirt of hers and he blushed. He couldn’t help but stare, with his mouth left open and speechless.

“Oops! Sorry about that!” She lowered her waist onto his, covering what he had seen. Except now, it was on top of him.

“Get the hell off of me you motherfu-” He tried to yell, but was interrupted by a needle hovering over his face. That shut him up.

“Breathe” she said, softly. She leaned down and kissed him, intertwining their lips. She closed her eyes, he hesitated, then closed his. He knew if anybody saw him like this, his life was over for fucking good. He’d seriously kill himself if he’d ever been caught. She moaned and grabbed his cheeks, adding her thumbs into his mouth, along with her tongue. She grinded against his waist and felt him grow. He could feel her smiling through the kiss.

She pulled back, “You crazy bitch. Your life is on the line, you know? All that hero crap, if you get caught you're dead meat, Bakugou. Aaaaaaalso your face is completely controlled by me.” She waved a knife and needle in his face, making him go crosseyed for a split second.

“I-”, he stuttered, unsure of what to say. “You’re a psychopath. A fucking failure to society! You're only making it worse for yourself stu-” He really didn’t know what to say. He just said whatever came to mind, which was a lot. He definitely couldn’t think straight and his mind was abstract.

She shushed him, playfully, and pulled up the end of her skirt, flashing him a sight he was ashamed to see. He liked it, but wished it wasn’t from her. He was conflicted and didn’t quite know how to respond. “...Slut” he mumbled. “Youre nothing but a murderous slut!” he yelled.

“Ooooo say it again!” she squealed, amazed by the nickname.

He shoved her off of him and stood up, while she sat on the ground. “I-If you never tell a soul about this… I… I’ll give you a little bit more time to get your shit together, you understand?” He hesitated. He knew he would send someone else to capture her the next day, but he couldn’t gp by himself ever again. The sky was now pitch black, with the small lamp lighting up only their faces.

“Ooooor… same time tomorrow, here?” she teased, standing up. “Don’t show up and I’ll kill your ass, Mr Dynamighty!” She said, bratty. She meant it though. He knew she was a smart girl and would indeed find a way to kill him.

He was stunned, nervous, aroused, and confused all at once.