Once your avatar was created and you joined the home city, you were surprised to see so many players for such a new game. Quickly scrolling the menu to find a team of people to play with as you submerged yourself into this new world. Finding out quickly that the large majority of people playing this game were men, and they’d decided to slide straight into your inbox unprompted.

Vegetasama: Hey, sexy. Are you looking for a good time?

Was he serious? On an MMORPG game? You thought that shit died out in the early 00s, rolling your eyes as you immediately moved to click the ‘block’ button, his avatar instantly vanishing from the city lobby.

Lighteningbolt: I bet you’re even prettier than your avatar.

This is what you hated about these games, the social chat once you’d formed a team made it so easy for these guys to try and chat you up when you just wanted to unwind. It had been fun at first, but your avatar seemed to garner you too much unwanted attention. Sure, you were lonely and could do with the company, but why did they all have to be so crass?

You decided to ignore him as the countdown ran down to sixty seconds, waiting patiently for the game to begin as you gripped your mouse. Hoping that the guy would give up and just play the game with you so you could at least beat the floor boss at this level and make it to the next stage.

Lighteningbolt: Hello? Are you there?

You weren’t expecting the guy to be the best player, one look at his stats board showed him as an average player at best— but you definitely didn’t expect him to die in the first two minutes. Groaning as his avatar disappeared and left you alone to try and beat the boss. Almost impossible now you’d lost your teammate. You sat back in frustration as you watched the large creature loom forward, giving a swing of its axe as it sliced you open.

Lighteningbolt: I’m sorry, I’m not usually that bad.

Lighteningbolt: Let's go again? I’ll do better this time.

Lighteningbolt: Please.

Lighteningbolt: Hello?

You moved the cursor to block him too, debating on whether to just do some training floors alone before closing the game for the night when you noticed a male avatar standing in the corner of the large cityscape. Hovering your mouse over him to see his level.

Level 20.

A pretty low level for him to have custom content already, the sword he was wielding was larger than his avatar, holding it against his back in a similar fashion to a Final Fantasy character. Checking his information to see extremely high stats, the number of hours clocked was also high considering how long the game had been out. It seemed strange that someone with that level was still on the lower floors with you though, looking over at your level 5 indicator. Maybe he was just practising in the meantime to rack up items and points.

You were almost too shy to message him, nervous that he’d brush you away instantly when he looked at your stats- but it wasn’t your fault you were stuck with players that cared more about jacking off than playing the actual game. And it helped that he seemed to be one of the only active players on this level that hadn’t tried to chat you up. Chancing your luck as you clicked onto his avatar-

You: Hey, are you looking for a teammate for the raid boss? :)

LordExplosion: Can you keep up?

You furrowed your brows at his response, this prick really thought he was better than you. Probably yet another guy that took one look at your avatar and assumed you were here for aesthetics and not the actual gameplay.

You: Can you?

LordExplosion: Rich from someone that just lost their last battle.

You groaned, remembering Lighteningbolt that had ended up dying in the first round.

You: That was because of the guy on my team, not me.

LordExplosion: If you think I’m just going to help you coast time the higher floors you’d be wrong.

You: Just one fight, if I’m shit you can drop me.

LordExplosion: Damn right if you’re shit I’m dropping you.

Most of the guys online were trying to start convos with you because of how your avatar looks. Joining a team with other people and the only person that hasn’t tried to chat you up is this guy, in fact, he’d done the opposite. Pretty much insulting you as you joined the lobby with him as your teammate.

LordExplosion: Just keep your eyes on the boss

You: I know how to play.

LordExplosion: Do you?

The clock slowly counted down to zero as the smoke began to clear and the floor boss was revealed once more, noticing the way he stepped forward almost to protect you while you held your scythe. Managing to kill any of the smaller monsters that tried to attack him while he focused on hitting the floor boss with his sword. The length made it easier to hit with long-distance attacks whilst avoiding the arms that reached out to swipe at him.

You watched the health bar continue to fall as your fingers repeatedly pressed the “s” key, rolling the cursor to select a potion as you offered it to LordExplosion, boosting his health when his bar went below thirty. His avatar was huge in comparison to your own, the male character over double your size as he completely towered over you. Trying to stop your imagination from running wild as you continue healing him, your eyes skim the screen to check the countdown before looking back to see other characters already knocked out by the villain.

Pure adrenaline coursed through your veins at the sight of the villain's bar nearing zero, this was the closest you’d ever come to defeating any floor boss, continuing to try your hardest to protect your teammate, finally killing all of the smaller monsters so you could help attack the main boss. Watching as you both landed a strike that had the health bar going to nothing, the villain breaking into a million glittery pieces as he disappeared from your screen. The reward splash page showed up to reveal your rewards as you grinned at your bounty.

LordExplosion: Alright, I’ll give it to you extra, you’re not bad.

You: I practically saved your ass in there. If I hadn’t have healed you, you woulda died!

LordExplosion: I fucking had it.

You: I’m sure you did :)

LordExplosion: Piss off. You’re probably just button smashing anyway.

He was crude and cocky, but at least he wasn’t flirting with you the same way the other guys were. It was almost humorous the way he bit back at you with his own petty comments.

You: So have I done enough to form a team with you, LordExplosion sir?

LordExplosion: Whatever. Just make sure that wasn’t a fluke.

You were excited to discover a new area as you both began to run through the basic trials on this floor, collecting supplies as you continued to both increase in level.

LordExplosion: What the fuck is up with your avatar anyway?

You: What’s wrong with it?

You glared at the screen in confusion, you’d spent so long creating your avatar you wanted it to be perfect and you thought it was- the little extension of you was really cute.

LordExplosion: It’s usually fat single old losers that have avatars like that.

I mean, he did have a point. The few people you’d talked to in-game with female avatars had all turned out to be creeps that tried to flirt with your avatar and you.

You: Yeah, well I picked it because I thought it looked cute.

LordExplosion: Course you did.

You could hear the condescension through the keyboard as you watched him continue to type.

LordExplosion: Surprised you didn’t pick the bikini too.

You remembered seeing that outfit in the custom shop, part of the premium content that made up the game. The outfit made for female avatars consisted of a black one-piece suit and a hefty utility belt that held grenades, guns and knives, paired with a thigh-high pair of boots that actually looked like something you’d want to wear- if you could pull them off. Scoffing when you’d noticed the price for it was around 1500¥, a ridiculous amount to spend on something that wouldn’t enhance gameplay much outside aesthetics and thinking about the number of men that probably purchased it without a second thought just to see their avatar wearing it. There was no way you’d ever pay that for a custom outfit, no matter how empowered it would make you feel.

You: I would’ve if it was free content.

LordExplosion: You sure you’re not a guy?

You: Piss off.

LordExplosion: Whatever.

LordExplosion: You better upgrade your weapons if you’re gonna fight with me, a scythe will only get you so far.

You: It’s got me this far.

You scoffed, he was the one fighting with an over the top sword like this was Final Fantasy and he wanted to make fun of your scythe.

LordExplosion: I think you’ll find I got you this far, sweetheart.

You: I would’ve got here without you, asshole.

LordExplosion: Oh yeah? With who?

He had a point, you’d been struggling to find someone competent enough to reach this level for days, becoming tired of the game when you realised how heavily it relied on having friends that played with you or purchasing custom content.

LordExplosion: Bet you watched one episode of Soul Eater and decided on that hah? No wonder you couldn’t find a partner.

You: I found you didn’t I?

You smirked in satisfaction when he didn’t reply for a moment, clearly lost for words as you navigated back to the game to scroll through the available lobbies again, trying to find one that you could both do in this new unexplored area.

LordExplosion: Felt sorry for you.

You: Yeah, right. I’m the best you’ve had, don't lie.

LordExplosion: Tch, whatever princess. Hurry the fuck up and heal yourself there’s a new raid starting in five.

You couldn’t help the elation inside you when he’d call you princess, your eyes rereading the message as you felt a heat begin to rise inside you. Forgetting to click the room link he’d sent on the screen as you committed the words to memory.

LordExplosion: Oi, hurry the fuck up.

You: Sorry.

You quickly clicked into the room as you watched the timer beginning to decrease, looking at the other teams that sat in there with you. Noticing even these players were still lower levels than LordExplosion was, even though some of them also wielded custom content. Taking a chance before the raid began you moved back to your chat to ask him one final question.

You: Why we’re you still on the lower floors? Your level is way higher than everyone else’s.

LordExplosion: Hadn’t found the right person to play with yet.

LordExplosion: What the fuck was that?

You: What do you mean?

LordExplosion: You nearly got taken out by an NPC and you’re asking me what do I mean? You know what I fucking mean.

You’d learned early on playing with Bakugou that he got quite heated during gameplay, often ignoring any messages you tried to send in your chat in favour of what you assumed was button smashing on the other side of the screen. His character doing moves you weren’t even sure how to execute, even after playing for the few weeks you had together. Although you had learned to tell the difference between when he was annoyed and when he was angry, his uppercase rants a clear indication of the latter. He’d even ragequit the game one evening after he’d accidentally sent his character hurdling off a cliff when he jumped to avoid the swing of an axe by an NPC.

You: I didn’t see him coming, it’s not my fault he was disguised as a tree.

LordExplosion: You've gotta be fucking joking.

You: Are we not even going to talk about you dropping the sword? I didn’t even think that was possible in these games.

LordExplosion: SHUT THE FUCK UP

You: Oh upper case, I’m so scared.

LordExplosion: Maybe if you weren’t so shit at the game I wouldn’t have done it.

You: Why don’t you find another partner then?

You know he wouldn’t, not after the number of floors you’d managed to pass together in the last few weeks. You genuinely enjoyed playing with LordExplosion, it was refreshing to find someone just as invested in the storyline as you, as well as being completely reliable. He was always online, no matter what time of the day you logged on. Often asking him what he’d been doing in terms of gameplay when you hadn’t been online and he’d always reply the same “training”. Often giving you extra items he’d managed to find on his side quests so you could add them to your inventory just in case.

The more time you spent online with him, the more you managed to forget the crippling loneliness moving to this city had brought you. No longer trying to think of ways to find new friends in your area, or spending nights feeling alone. You were more than content spending every evening with LordExplosion, and you’d become genuinely grateful for his friendship- even if he was blunt, crass and frankly irritating at times. He’d made you feel less alone when no one else had. Maybe it was the fact that you’d made absolutely no progress on making friends in the city, maybe it was the loneliness and isolation you felt in the moment but you wanted to know more about him.

You’d created this idealised picture of him in your mind over the last few weeks, the lack of information about him affording you the luxury to fantasise about what he looked like or how he sounded. Thinking up romanticised scenarios in your mind about what it would be like to meet him in real life and actually go out together, or maybe even just play the game side by side so you could see how he looked when he played. Whether he had a gaming set up like you, or he just lounged on the couch using a laptop. It was silly really, thinking up these scenarios in your mind because none of it really mattered if you were never going to meet him. Just another stranger online to help you feel a little less lonely and isolated, but thinking up these scenarios made you feel warm inside.

Convinced he was probably located on the other side of the world to you since his schedule seemed to be so erratic. No matter what time of the day you logged on he was there, and he had to sleep at some time right? But either way, you’d still wanted to know more about him… What he did for work, how old he was, his favourite foods. Things that friends should know, and he was your friend now right?

You: Where do you live?

LordExplosion: Why? You being a creep now? Are you sure you ain’t one of the pervy old fuckers you were trying so hard to avoid?

You: I was just trying to find out more about you since we’re friends now.

LordExplosion: Who said we were friends?

You: Don’t try and lie, you know you enjoy my company. Why else would you be indoors on a Saturday night?

LordExplosion: Maybe I just like my own company, princess.

You: Then why talk to me?

You waited for him to respond but after a few minutes, you began to feel guilty. You could understand his trepidation in not wanting to disclose too much information to you. After all, even though it had been a few weeks since you’d started communicating, you were still very much a stranger online. He knew next to nothing about you, and you knew nothing about him.

You: Sorry for being too personal :(

You sat up from your gaming chair as you stretched your arms above your head, trying to help the blood flow through to your stiff joints as you made your way into your kitchen to grab a drink. If LordExplosion didn’t want to disclose any information about himself to you, you supposed it was okay. You were still grateful to have him to talk to, helping you feel a lot less alone. And it was like having someone you could talk to about anything and it didn’t matter because he didn’t know who you were. Complaining to him about your job, your recent move, how hard it had been to try and make friends. And he’d listened to everything.

Coming back to your desktop to sit back down you were happy to see that he’d replied, taking a sip of your drink as you read across the screen.

LordExplosion: I know you only wanna know so you can stalk me, ya little creep.

You: Trust me, I have way better things to be doing than stalking you.

LordExplosion: Like playing games online?

You: You’re doing the exact same thing before you start thinking you’re cooler than me!

You sent the message back to him paired with an angry emoji.

LordExplosion: Oh, I know I’m way cooler than you princess, just look at me.

You could see him twirling his avatar in the game as the character brandished his sword back and forth, rolling your eyes as you grinned.

You: Oh yeah, SO cool.

LordExplosion: That’s right, sweetheart.

You: If I ask you something else are you going to reply?

LordExplosion: Depends what it is.

You: What about your favourite food?

LordExplosion: Why?

You: Well we’re friends now. I'm just trying to ask more about you, get to know each other better since we’ve teamed up a lot.

LordExplosion: Found a raid lobby.

A splash screen appeared with a team battle against an NPC, clicking into it as it immediately added your avatar into the lobby along with his as you moved back to the chatbox.

You: You’re not going to try and ignore me asking your favourite food now, are you? I’m hardly going to show up to your house to kill you with takoyaki balls.

LordExplosion: Get your head in the game, the lobby closes in 30 seconds.

You smiled at his response, it was okay if he didn’t want to tell you anything about himself. He didn’t know anything about you either, to him you were probably another stranger on the internet and he was only interested in teaming up for the game. And if that was all it was then you supposed it was fine, you still appreciated the contact each night. Being able to talk to someone that wasn’t trying to grab your socials or dirty talk through an online game. You prepared the cursor to start the battle when you noticed a final notification ping, signalling a new message.

LordExplosion: Mapo tofu, extra spicy.

You grinned at his response as the countdown ticked down to zero, the screen slowly opening up as the fog cleared and your avatar sat beside his on the world map. Noticing the way he stepped in front of you as he always did when the battles commenced, as though he was trying to protect you with his life. Even though he knew exactly what you were capable of in battle, you’d shown him time and time again.

LordExplosion: Are you there?

LordExplosion: Fucks sake.

LordExplosion: I swear to god.

LordExplosion: FUCKING MOVE DUMBASS.

You panicked as you let your focus go back to the game, just in time to have a giant swing its bat towards your avatar, blocking it with your scythe as you jumped back.

You: Shit sorry.

You tried to type a response at the same time as fighting.

LordExplosion: Just fucking focus.

You tore your attention from the chat box to try and redeem yourself in battle, wincing when you realised your health bar was already halved. Managing to dodge an attack from a rabid looking goblin as you swung your scythe, hitting it in the side as it fell to the ground. Glancing back up to see your health bar now back at one hundred, realising that LordExplosion must have stopped to help you heal yourself.

LordExplosion: What the fuck was that? You decide to paint your nails halfway through?

You: I’m sorry, I was thinking about something.

LordExplosion: Like what?

You: It’s nothing.

LordExplosion: Yeah, well nothing almost cost us. It would be a lot easier to talk on mic while we play.

Was he asking you to voice chat?

You: You want to voice chat with me?

LordExplosion: That’s what I said, dumbass. For the game.

You couldn’t deny hearing him say that it was just because of gameplay hurt, wishing that he wanted to talk to you just as much as you wanted to talk to him.

LordExplosion: At least that way I can make sure you’re paying attention.

During the day you found yourself missing him, spending hours at your desk hoping the clock would move faster so you could get home to log into the game, just to chat to him again. It became less about playing and more about him, giving you something to look forward to instead of the mundane reality of life. There wasn’t an app or mobile version of the game yet so it meant the only times that you could talk to LordExplosion was when you were both online. Wondering if this was how he felt about you when you were at work if he missed you the same way.

Noticing a soft melody began to chime out from your speakers as he initiated the call, both your avatars were now on the screen as it showed a bright green button for ‘accept’ or a dark crimson for ‘decline’. Hovering your cursor over the green for a moment before you clicked, listening as the sweet jingle turned to a soft rustle.

“Bout fuckin’ time,” The voice on the other end rasped, “I thought you’d gone to bed.”

“H-hey,” You couldn’t believe you were stuttering, suddenly feeling completely vulnerable and exposed, even though he couldn’t see you. Nervously worrying that he didn’t like the tone of your voice, or that you’d say something stupid.

“Finally I’ll be able to tell you what to do and make sure you ain’t slacking.”

“I wasn’t even slacking, Lo-” You were about to call him by his gaming handle and it made you feel so stupid, “Can I ask what I should call you? I feel stupid referring to you as LordExplosion every time.”

“I dunno, sweetheart. Kinda like the sound of it coming from you,” You could hear the cocky tone to his voice through the speakers, “Makes me feel important.”

“Shut up,” You laughed, easing back against your chair as you lay your head back against the headrest, “Lucky you didn’t make your handle LordExplosion-sama.”

“That was my next choice,”

“Stop it,” You scoffed, unable to hide the smile on your face as you took another sip of your drink, “There’s no way I would’ve called you that.”

“That’s what you think, princess.” He scoffed.

“It’d take some real convincing,” You let out an airy laugh as you heard him ‘tch’ on the other side of the line.

“There’s still time.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.” You were surprised how easily he’d managed to steal your nerves and pack them away, freeing you from the aching swirl of trepidation in your stomach.

“Bakugou.”

“What?” He’d spoken so softly you weren’t sure you’d even heard him. The word caught you off guard as you suddenly found yourself sitting forward in your seat, moving closer to the screen as though that would help you hear him better.

“You can call me Bakugou.”

“Bakugou.” You repeated, testing the name on your tongue. Was that his name? You felt so silly that finding out this little piece of information made your heart speed up, quickly giving your name in return, but of course, he didn’t use it.

“Yeah okay, dumbass. Can we get back to the game now? There’s another lobby open.” You could hear him typing on the other side of the line and he’d already sent you the invitation that you were quick to click on.

“Oh, yeah sure!” Watching as your avatar was teleported into the waiting room beside his avatar.

“Are you watchin’ the clock this time, sweetheart?” Bakugou grunted, “You know what you’re doing? You gotta get the big, bad monster over there.”

“Shut up,” A laugh left your body in the form of an embarrassing snort, cringing at how unattractive you probably sounded to him.

Why were you even worried about sounding unattractive? It’s not as though it mattered, he knew absolutely nothing about you save for the limited information you’d given him over the last few weeks.

“If that fuckin’ prick with the shuriken comes in again I’m gonna lose my fuckin’ shit,” He growled, watching as the raid lobby began to fill up with other teams, “Last time he threw them at a tree and nearly took me out from behind.”

“I didn’t know he was gonna be so terrible,” You smiled, remembering the way Bakugou had shouted at you that you should’ve helped to protect him, “I don’t even know how he got this high up.”

“Probably leaching off other players,” Bakugou scoffed, “Or spending mummy and daddy’s money. Fuckin’ kids.”

“It’s alright, if I see him again, I’ll accidentally knock him with my scythe.” You laughed, watching as the clock began the familiar countdown to zero.

“If I don’t get him first, stupid prick.” He sneered.

“Alright, let's go.” You smiled when the arena opened up for you, immediately falling in line behind Bakugou’s character as you made your way towards the edge of the board.

“The guide said there’d be some chests to collect in the cave, so we better get ‘em before anyone else.” Bakugou’s avatar gave a fast swing to a tree that tried to reach out to grab him, breaking its foliage as he led the way.

“You actually read a guide for this?” You laughed, “I didn’t realise you were such a nerd.”

“Shut up, dumbass.” You could hear the embarrassment in his voice, “You should be grateful I am so I can level us up faster.”

“For us?!” You replied sarcastically, laughing when you heard him groan on the other side, “I’m so thankful, LordExplosion. What would I do without you?”

“Yeah, yeah. Pay attention, I don’t wanna have to waste any potions on your dumb ass.”

“It’s just through here,” Bakugou made a beeline for the cave that sat in the centre of the screen, quickly moving behind him as you noticed a hoard of bats begin to tumble from the darkness.

“Oh, shit- WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?” You heard Bakugou scream on the other side of the line, the scared high-pitched tone to his voice had you breaking out into roaring laughter.

“B-Ba-akugou,” You managed to get out between fits of giggles as you heard him begin to grumble on the other side of the line as you tried to catch your breath back, your vision blurry with wet tears as you kept your hands on the keyboard. Trying hard to pay attention, but it was difficult when you heard the man muttering on the other side of the screen.

“I didn’t know that was gonna happen, shut the fuck up-” He grunted, noticing movement as trolls begin to run towards the pair of you, “Oi, pay fuckin’ attention- heads up.”

You tried to calm yourself down to focus on the game, your cheeks ached from how much you were smiling as you swung your weapon towards the creatures. Each of them were low level so relatively easy to defeat as Bakugou slipped by and went towards the chests, your scythe still swinging in motion as you protected him from any more possible ambushes.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” He grinned as he began to collect the bounty, packing it into his inventory to share with you later as you kept an eye on your health.

“Have you almost got it all, the timer is running down?” You noticed the clock turn red as it began to countdown the final sixty seconds on this raid.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m goin’, I’m goin’, princess.” He opened the final chest just in time for the clock to hit zero. Your rewards flashed up on the screen as you looked at the volume of gold you’d managed to amass from such a simple task.

“Oh my god, that was so fun.” You had tears in your eyes as you wiped at them with the sleeves of your oversized hoodie, “I can’t believe you screamed when the bats flew out of the cave.”

“They just caught me off guard okay. It didn’t say anywhere there was gonna be fuckin’ bats.” He grumbled, and you were certain if you could see him on the other side of the screen he would be pouting.

“It’s a cave, what did you think there would be? Butterflies?” You laughed even harder when you heard him tell you to ‘fuck off’ on the other side of the line.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this happy. Bakugou seemed to be able to elicit these feelings inside of you without even trying, your face ached from smiling so much and you almost felt sick from the sheer number of butterflies that were erupting in your stomach.

“Bet you like having this as an option, hah? So you can talk back to me in real-time.”

“You love it though.” You hummed.

“Love what? Shouting at you? Yeah, I do.” His voice softened, lowering an octave as he left a comfortable silence on the line. The gentle sound of him click-clacking against his keyboard filled your headphones and you let it soothe you as you sat back in your computer chair.

You glanced up at the clock as you were shocked to find out it was already two in the morning, groaning internally when you realised you had to be up for work in less than four hours. You didn’t want to leave, debating whether you should stick around for one more game, but your body was screaming for rest.

“I’ve gotta go, it’s getting kinda late.” You spoke into the mic softly, hearing Bakugou exhale on the other side of the screen as though he’d realised how late it was but hoped that you wouldn’t.

“I get it, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He rasped, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” You repeated.

You had to do a double-take as you replayed his last words in your mind— he’d actually called you by your name. Smiling softly as you shut down your computer, padding across the room to climb into bed. Snuggling beneath your duvet you wrapped it tightly around you, falling asleep to thoughts of him.

“Behind you.”

“Shit,” You squealed, smashing the buttons on your keyboard as you were hit with the swing of a troll’s club.

“I thought you knew how to play.” Bakugou scoffed as he continued slashing his sword in front of him, “This fuckers a sponge, can’t kill ‘im.”

“Aim for the eyes,” You swung your scythe, trying to hit but missing the mark.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” He growled, “Remember who’s the higher fuckin’ level.”

“Aww, is LordExplosion sad? You gonna ragequit again?” You laughed as you dodged the swing from his sword as it flew by the troll, “Oi, watch it!”

“Oh, sorry about that, sweetheart.” He replied sarcastically, “My bad.”

You’d been lucky to find Bakugou- In the weeks since you’d first voice chatted for the first time, you’d learned a lot more about him, the comfort of hearing a voice on the other side of the screen made it easier to reveal more information to each other about yourselves. Like another layer had been peeled to help you become that much closer, finding out things about him that he hadn’t wanted to share before. He told you that he lived alone, although his friends would often come round to pester him frequently. Completely removing the thought that he was still a forty-year-old man living at home with his parents, although you wondered how he could afford his apartment and all the extra paid in-game content without a job. Sharing more about his favourite movies, favourite games, the things he enjoyed doing outside playing with you and more importantly he listened. It felt good to finally have someone that you could be yourself around, someone that didn’t know you in real life so you didn’t have to try and put up a facade to make yourself sound more interesting than you actually were. And you’d levelled up. Clocking so many hours of the game, you’d both managed to hit the higher floors, unlocking more of the free content as you began to increase your inventory.

It was honestly comforting to have him to talk to, you would’ve called him a friendly voice if half his time wasn’t spent shouting during gameplay. But it was still a comfort to you, someone actually acknowledging you when you felt so alone in this new town.

“Do you wanna do one more?” You smiled, already scrolling the lobbies to find another suitable one for you both.

He’d helped you upgrade your scythe, complaining that “if you’re going to keep using that fuckin’ scythe you might as well make sure it’s the best one.” Gifting you the item one night so it sat in your inventory when you woke up one morning. Immediately sending a message to him in-game that he shouldn’t have spent money on you, that you were playing just fine with the equipment you had. “Don’t fuckin’ fuss, princess. I had a gift card.” You rolled your eyes at the response but still felt your heart warm at the sentiment.

“You know it’s four your time, sweetheart. Don’t you have work in the morning?”

“Oh shit,” You picked up your phone to check the time, noticing the screen illuminated at 4.05am. You hadn’t realised it had got so late so quickly.

“Don’t you have to go to bed too?” You coaxed, hoping he might give some indication on where in bed world he was based. You’d told him your timezone quite quickly, explaining why you were always online outside work. But of course, you tried to make it sound better than it actually was- telling him you didn’t really like partying and much preferred to stay in during the cold winter months. Musutafu amassed a lot of snow in the winter, and paired with the coastal breeze you weren’t exactly lying. You’d found out Bakugou also fiercely hated the cold too, much preferring warmer climates as you tried to guess where he lived. Time Zones usually the easiest way to guess someone's location- but he always seemed to be online. Whenever you logged in he was there, leading you to believe he was probably another one of those nerdy gamers that lived with his parents and played constantly. But you almost liked that about him? It meant he was always there when you needed him, when you felt lonely.

“Nah, I’m okay.” He hummed.

“I realise I never asked you what you do for work?” Maybe he was one of those entrepreneurs that had their own business from their bedroom, or maybe he worked from home as call centre staff or support techs. He definitely knew a lot about computers, and he typed at an obscene pace. Either way, you still felt guilty that he was spending money on you because the salary for those jobs couldn’t be the greatest.

“I’m just takin’ some time off.” He went quiet, and you felt like you’d hit a sore spot for him, wondering if he didn’t have a job at all and he was just trying to cover it up.

“Oh, like a holiday?” You played off, suddenly feeling even worse that he was continuing to purchase in-game content for you.

“Something like that.” You heard the pause before he answered, obviously debating the right thing to say.

“What did you do for work before?” You were curious what kind of fields he worked in, hoping that it may give you an indication of what he was actually like.

“Before?” He growled, “Are you tryin’ to call me a bum? I’ve got a fuckin’ job.”

“I didn’t mean that-” You mumbled, “I just meant like what were you doing before your time off-”

“I told you, I’m just takin’ leave.”

“Okay, but what do you do?” You couldn’t help it, you wanted to make sure that he wasn’t making himself financially unstable in order to buy things for you.

“What is this? A fuckin’ interrogation?” He snarled, “You sure you ain’t a cop?”

“No, I’m sorry.” You mumbled, “I didn’t mean to get too personal.”

“Tch, whatever.” He went silent on the other side of the line, but you could hear his fingers angrily jabbing at his keyboard and mouse as you both sat in silence.

“I just like spending time with you a lot, Bakugou.” You murmured, “It was real hard moving here alone, but you’ve made it so much better.”

“You should go out more, try and meet people-”

“But I did meet people, I met you.”

“You ain’t got a clue where I live, or what I do sweetheart.” He scoffed, “I could be a mass murderer for all you know.”

“I doubt that,” You smiled, “You spend all your time online with me.”

“You don’t know, could have my victims here with me right now.” He smirked.

“Is that why you don’t wanna talk about your job? Because you’re a murderer?”

“You got me.” You could hear the teasing tone to his voice as static played through your headphones, a subtle rustling on the other side as you heard him adjust in his chair.

“So we can play one more game?” You moved your focus back to your game as you began to look for a raid to do together.

“Go to sleep,” You heard a tired exhale of breath on the other side of the phone.

“But you’re not going to sleep are you? I can do one more game-”

“Don’t you have work in the mornin’?” He questioned.

“It’s okay, if I’m late, I’m late.” You were convinced the office manager didn’t even know you were there most of the time anyway, but you didn’t want to pull yourself away from him.

“Don’t be losing your job because of me, princess.” He scoffed, “You’ll make me feel like an asshole.”

“I thought you said you were an asshole anyway.” You teased.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ am.” He scoffed, a laugh suddenly filling your earphones and you felt your heart tighten. He sounded so fucking good.

“So one more game?”

“Nah, go to bed,” He rumbled, “I should probably take a nap too anyway.”

“Oh, okay.” You couldn’t hide the sadness in your voice.

“Anyway, I’ll be home when you’re finished with work tomorrow if you wanna get a few early games in?”

Your heart picked back up in excitement, that sounded perfect.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” You smiled.

“Alright, night.” He spoke softly.

“Night, Bakugou.”

You’d spent your entire day clock watching, managing to stumble into the office on time after getting two hours sleep. Your entire body aching from being shoved into the corner of a train carriage as it journeyed into the city, doing your best to find some space in the overcapacity carriage. The commute was the worst part about living out by the coast, no matter what time you ventured to work you were always sandwiched against the multitude of people following you into the city for work or school.

The clock had tortured you the entire day, seemingly ticking a fraction slower as though it knew you were especially excited to leave work on time today. Trying to distract yourself with the tower of paperwork that had been left on your desk overnight, thumbing through it to try and organise the pile in order to make your day a fraction easier. There was no denying that working at Manual’s agency was exciting, being able to say you worked for the old Pro who was very much still in the top 50 rankings was exciting. But his and his sidekicks' ability to do paperwork left much to the imagination, grimacing when you lifted up a piece of paper with the tips of your fingers. The surface was stained in a green shade of mucus as it stuck to the pages below it, heaving a sigh as you set it to the floor to the side of your desk– you’d deal with that one later. Taking a sip of water before you chanced another look at the clock, only ten minutes had passed by since you last checked. It was going to be a long day.

Trying to focus on the paperwork in front of you as you glared at the date, two months ago and it had just appeared on your desk today. It was an old report from the building collapse in Gifu prefecture, the event so catastrophic that it had made national news. Manual and his team had been sent in to assist with the cleanup and rescue of civilians since it was one of the closest to the implosion, reading through the report as you read through the events that took place that day from the point of view of one of Manual’s heroes.

Pro-Hero Red Riot managed to hold the building off as long as possible while backup and emergency services made their way to the scene. Dynamight was present but managed to get hit by falling debris that caught his leg, rendering him immobile. We managed to use our quirks in order to extinguish the fires that had been set due to Dynamight’s quirk and help Red Riot to apprehend the villain who was taken into custody-

You stopped reading as your eyes widened in surprise. You’d moved into the city recently, but you already knew how popular Dynamight was as a Pro-Hero. It was impossible to avoid the news that he’d been taken out of action by this attack on the city, the news plastered on every available tabloid and magazine, as well as page after page of information online. It felt surreal to be in such a position to read up on what had actually happened at a crime scene instead of reading second-hand accounts from people that weren’t even there. Those keyboard warriors trying to elaborate on every story in order to sell more papers, but this was so real.

Thankful to those heroes that were keeping the city safe for people like you.

Red Riot left the villain with the local police department as he accompanied Dynamight to the local hospital. Medical files updated with injuries for Ba-

“Hey,” Your colleague called out to you as they stepped back inside the office, “I’m back so you can head for lunch now if you want.”

“Oh, great. Thanks.” You smiled, piling the paperwork up again as you moved to file it away, grabbing your bag as you made your way towards the gardens outside the agency building to eat your lunch.

You: Bakugou?

You: Are you on?

You: Is your status just set to offline to fuck with me, asshole?

You: Very funny.

You: Hello???

You glanced at the clock, you were home a little later than usual thanks to the excessive crowds at the train station, but you weren’t that late. Bakugou had told you that he’d be home the entire day today, so maybe he was just messing about.

You: Come on Bakugou, stop being a dick.

You: Are you scared of losing? ;)

But the more messages you sent him, the more you began to worry, he was always online when he said he would be. That was the one thing that drew you to Bakugou, and that he said drew him to you. That you were both reliable.

You: Bakugou, are you okay? You’re always online and now I’m worried.

You: Look, I’m sorry I asked too many personal questions last night.

You: I didn’t mean to upset you.

You: Please don’t stop talking to me. I promise I won’t ask anything about you ever again.

You: Bakugou?

You: I’m sorry.

You felt so embarrassed over the sheer number of messages you’d sent a stranger online, but after all these weeks he felt like more than that. You’d found so much comfort in him when it felt like you were ready to break down and head back to your hometown, a disappointment to your friends and family. Yet another thing you’d tried to do and failed, but you’d felt so much comfort with Bakugou. He’d made you feel a little less alone, and far more empowered than you thought you could ever be. He was the reason that you got yourself out of bed in the morning and began your day, the reason you were smiling in the evening when you weren’t just sitting there alone watching reruns of trashy reality TV shows. It felt ridiculous to be upset over this, because to him you were probably just another player two online, someone that he could replace in a couple of minutes just by scrolling the city map. Leaving the game running as you moved to a more comfortable seat, switching the television on as you flopped back against your couch. Snuggling against the fabric as you felt your eyes get heavy, the lack of sleep from the night before finally catching up with you as you fell into slumber.

LordExplosion: 20 messages? Jesus christ, sweetheart. What the fuck is going on?

LordExplosion: I know you’re there, it shows you online.

LordExplosion: You better not be playing with someone else.

LordExplosion: For fucks sake.

The ring to indicate an incoming call from the game woke you up, blinking blearily as you squinted at your phone screen, thinking it was the source of the noise. The time showing 1.23am, turning your head towards your desktop computer as the screen illuminated with an incoming game call invitation from LordExplosion. Scrambling out of bed to answer it as you let his voice ring out over the speakers, your headphones lay forgotten beside the computer as you used the desktop microphone.

“Bakugou?”

“Yeah ‘m here, sweetheart.” His familiar voice rasped through your ears, glad to hear him after you’d begun to think the worst.

“I thought you didn’t want to talk to me anymore.” You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes as you thought about the chance that he may not want to talk to you again after prying too much.

“I can fuckin’ see that. So many messages.” He scoffed before going silent for a moment, hearing your sniffles on the other end of the line, “Are you crying?”

“No,” You mumbled shyly.

“You fuckin’ are-” He rasped, “What you fuckin’ cryin’ for?”

“It’s just good to hear from you, I was worried.” You sniffled, using the sleeve of your oversized sweater to rub the moisture from your eyes.

“Yeah, I got called back into work today. Last minute.” He heaves a sigh, rubbing his face.

“Oh, it’s good they asked you back in.” You smiled, trying to hide the sadness in your voice that this meant that you might not be seeing as much of him as usual, “Did they give you a schedule?”

“I don’t get a schedule like most people, sweetheart.” He scoffed, “I could be called in at any time, and I work days and nights.”

“Oh, that’s a lot.” You worried your lip between your bottom lip as you tried to work out what kind of job would require that. Maybe he was a nurse or something similar in the medical profession? Or a cop-

“Yeah, it can be.” He shrugged, “But I’ll be glad to get out of the house. It’s been a long fuckin’ time coming.”

“I’m happy for you,” You smiled, “Whatever your job is, I hope you enjoy it.”

You both sat in silence for a few minutes after this, bouncing your knee slightly as you tried to think of something else to say to fill the quiet.

“I’m a Pro-Hero.”

“What?” You raised a brow, confusion evident in your tone as you had to repeat what he’d said in your head. A Pro-Hero? There was no way.

“I know you been askin’ me over and over what my job is,” He sighed, “Been putting off telling you for a while.”

You smiled that he’d felt comfortable enough to open up to you and tell you his profession now, imagining how draining a job like that must be.

“I was off sick with an injury,” Bakugou rasped, “Someone bought me this game to help take my mind off it,”

He’d been recovering from an injury at work, which is why he was always online- you weren’t even sure if you believed him at this point. You’d seen the sheer number of hours Manual clocked at his agency, there was no way he’d find the time to play so many hours of an online game. Even when he’d been taken out of action for a few weeks, you’d seen him constantly on his phone at the office, trying to micromanage everyone. But you wondered why he’d lie to you.

“Wasn’t even gonna fuckin’ play,” He said to himself more than you, “The people in the game are annoying as fuck.”

“So why did you?” You held your breath as you waited for his answer.

“Had nothin’ else to do,” He chewed the inside of his mouth.

He’d been feeling lonely and useless, just like you.

“I was literally gonna quit until you messaged me in the lobby.” He scoffed, “Was sick of playing with shit people, thought I could roast you before leaving.”

“Hey, I told you I was good-”

“Yeah, you were.” He smirked, “You were the reason I kept playing.”

You were the reason he kept playing the game?

“Why?” Your heart sped up as you asked the question, hoping desperately the answer would be the one you wanted to hear.

“I like spending time with you.” He spoke so softly, a stark contrast to his usual rasp that you blinked softly before replying. The swirling in your stomach ached as it flittered against your ribcage, flowing through your body as static electricity as you felt the heat beginning to rise within you.

“I like spending time with you too,” You smiled.

“Yeah, yeah. I know ya do.” You could hear the cocky tone to his voice returning as his seat creaked from beneath him, adjusting himself as his voice became louder, “Even bought the fuckin’ user guide because of you.”

“You did?” That put a smile on your face, no wonder he knew the best ways to reach the higher levels, “Who’s the nerd now?”

“Fuck off,” He scoffed on the other end of the line.

“Do you wanna play a game?” You asked hopefully.

“It’s late, sweetheart. I shouldn’ta even called you, but you seemed worried.”

“I was,” You admitted, “I’m glad you called.”

“You fuckin’ worried me.” He had a slight lilt to his voice that made you smile, “I thought something bad had happened.”

“So did I,” You spoke softly.

“Get some sleep, okay?” He replied, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“What if you don’t?” You sounded so childish, here was this stranger online, that didn’t owe you anything, and yet you expected so much from him.

“I didn’t leave you this time, did I?”

“Well, no-”

“So get some sleep.” He cut you off, “Can’t keep stayin’ up late for me.”

“Okay, night Bakugou.” You hummed softly, not reaching for the end call button in hopes of spending a few more seconds in the call with him.

“Night, sweetheart.” He ended the call for you, the screen disappearing as you sat back in your desk chair, smiling at his avatar on the screen as it turned from online to offline.

LordExplosion: Hey, princess.

LordExplosion: You online? There’s a raid starting in five.

LordExplosion: Are you trying to get me back for the other week? Cause I said I was sorry, dumbass. I ain’t saying it again.

LordExplosion: Sweetheart?

LordExplosion: I swear to fucking god if this is a prank I’ll-

LordExplosion: Please just message me if you’re there. You got me acting like a fucking creep over here.

LordExplosion: Shitty woman.

LordExplosion: Are you there?

LordExplosion: Hello?

Bakugou shoved his keyboard back as he slammed a closed fist onto the desk, growling in frustration as the scent of his quirk began to fill the room, subtle sparks flared from his palms as he began to worry that something had happened to you.

Shit, if he’d just been more open with you before he might know where you lived, that way he could search if there had been any accidents or incidents in the area. Trying to rub his sweaty palms on his thighs as his knee bounced in frustration, chewing the inside of his gum as he tried to stay calm. The worst part about being a Pro-Hero was not knowing what to do, and in this situation, he didn’t have a clue. Hoping that maybe you’d just stopped for food on your way home from work, or maybe you’d met up with someone for drinks. But you’d told him before you didn’t have any friends in the area, recently moving had meant your friends all lived miles away. Unless you weren’t out with friends, you were out with a boyfriend-

Bakugou stilled, the idea alone filling him with a fit of dark green jealousy that permeated his body, weighing him down with irritation and resentment as he tried to block out the possibility of you with someone else. No one deserved you, you were far too good for any guy. Far too good for him-

Bakugou hated the way you made him feel, bringing out all these emotions inside him that he’d never truly experienced before. Emotions that he would often try and conceal to other people, things that he would so freely reveal to you. It seemed to be a certain gift of yours, to make him feel completely at ease with just a few words. It was embarrassing really, just how much he missed you when you were gone even if it was just for a few hours. This is what you’d done to him, what you’d turned him into.

LordExplosion: Look, if you’re there can you just let me know you’re okay?

Heaving a sigh he took his headset off, throwing it down onto the desk roughly as he glared at the screen. It was so out of character for you not to show up on time in the evening, the only times you’d ever been late to gameplay had only been less than an hour later than usual. Pushing his chair back from the desk as he got up to make dinner, pots loudly clanged in his kitchen as he tried to distract himself from the thought of you.

Three hours later he heard the familiar ring of an incoming call from his desktop computer, standing up from his couch as he made his way towards his setup, sighing in relief when he saw it was your name flashing against the screen as he picked up his headset.

“Fuckin’ hell, shitty woman,” He growled, “I thought something happened to you.”

“I’m fine,” You sounded out of breath, the slightest pant to your voice that had Bakugou’s cheeks turning pink as he imagined what you might look like making those sounds beneath him. He was such a creep, thinking about this when minutes earlier he’d been worried you could’ve died, “I was just late to work so I had to stay late.”

“Late because you overslept?” Bakugou felt so guilty finding out that he’d been the reason why you were late to work.

“Well yeah, but the trains were fucked up too. That wasn’t my fault, I had to wait until the third train to even get on to get into the city.” You groaned.

“You need to get more sleep,” He shook his head, “You’re fuckin’ your body up.”

“I sleep plenty.” You rebutted.

“Yeah, right.” That’s why you’re stumbling in late to work after a few hours.

“I said it wasn’t my fault!”

“I was fuckin’ worried about you, dumbass.” Bakugou growled, “I thought something bad had happened.”

“Well it’s okay, I’m sure a big strong Pro-Hero would’ve come to save me.” You were only teasing, but the words stung. Bakugou hated thinking about anyone else coming to your aid, protecting you. It should be his job. The reality of the distance between you was becoming more apparent the more he spoke to you, the more he longed for you-

“Hey, if we were in the same city, maybe you’d be the one coming to save me one day.” You mused.

“Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’tcha?” He scoffed, finally relaxing enough to actually speak to you.

“What? A big strong Pro-Hero coming to save me? Course I would.” You teased back.

“How’d you know I’m big and strong?” He flexed his arms at the subtle compliment you’d inadvertently given him, trying to coax more words out of you.

“You’re a Pro-Hero, you gotta be strong.”

“Tch, I promise sweetheart. There are some weak-ass Pro-Heroes.”

“But not you right?”

“Not me.” He smirked.

“Did you wanna play a game? I’m sorry I kept you waiting-”

“Have you eaten?” Bakugou ignored your question completely.

“No, but-”

“Go and fuckin’ eat.” Bakugou growled, “Stop ruining your body.”

“I’m fine, I can eat in a bit-”

“I’ve gotta get ready for work, sweetheart.” Bakugou sighed, “Got the graveyard shift.”

“Oh,” He could hear the sad tone to your voice, and it had his chest aching. Wishing he could stay at home and talk to you for a bit longer.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, yeah? Please eat something for me?”

“I will,” You smiled, “Stay safe, Bakugou.”

Bakugou ended the call with a sigh, swaying side to side in his desktop chair as he debated sending you a final message.

You moved to shut your desktop off when you noticed a notification in your chat with Bakugou, navigating the mouse to open it as you raised a brow in confusion.

LordExplosion: LordExplosion#0420

You: What is that?

LordExplosion: My discord. In case you wanna message me next time instead of getting your panties in a twist- plus the audio is way fuckin’ better on there anyway.

You: Weren’t you the one getting your panties in a twist, thinking I died?

LordExplosion: I’m sorry for not wanting to see you six feet under, sweetheart. How horrible of me.

You laughed at his words before rereading the username he’d given you, remembering the numbers as you picked up your phone. You couldn’t believe he was giving you his discord, your heart so full it was ready to burst as you immediately opened the app on your phone so you could input his ID to send him a friend request, something he quickly accepted.

You: See, I can annoy you on here too now.

You added a silly emoji at the end of it before hitting send, smiling when it showed him typing back almost immediately.

LordExplosion: Yeah, good luck with that dumbass. What the fuck is that?

You: He’s cute, right? You added another cute frog emoji with wide eyes for emphasis as you smiled at his reaction- he must have had your chat window open because he replied again almost immediately.

LordExplosion: I regret this already.

You: You love me, don’t lie!!

It was then you noticed his discord profile picture, clicking onto it as you noticed it was a picture of Cloud Strife from Final Fantasy. Of course, this had to be why he’d chosen one of the largest swords available in Equilibrium. An attempt to try and replicate the buster sword that Cloud used in the game, grinning as you typed a message.

You: Your pfp!! I knew you liked FF, that's why you’ve got the huge sword.

LordExplosion: Shut up, dumbass. Stop being nosy.

You: I’m not being nosy, it's your profile pic, dummy!

LordExplosion: Yeah? Well look at yours, I knew there’d be a shitty fucking reason you picked the scythe.

You: The scythe is an elite weapon, you’re just jealous.

LordExplosion: Yeah, that’s it. I’m jealous, sweetheart.

You: You think I can’t read your sarcasm over text by now, but I can :((

LordExplosion: I wasn’t being sarcastic.

You: You’re such a liar!

LordExplosion: Weren’t you going to bed?

You: Yeah, I’m going :( talk to you tomorrow?

LordExplosion: Yeah. Goodnight.

You: Night :)

Bakugou[5.04AM]: Morning, princess.

Waking up to a message from him on your phone put the biggest smile on your face, grateful that you no longer had to log into the online game to talk to him. It felt like with this you could carry around with him in your pocket and talk to him about your day, you wouldn’t have to worry about either of you being late or something coming up. Grinning at the screen as you sent him your own message back.

You[6.05AM]: Morning, Bakugou :)

You left your phone on the bedside table after a few minutes with no response from him, assuming that he was finally getting some rest as you made your way towards your bathroom to get ready for work.

You’d become used to waking up to texts from him in the morning, whether he was just getting home from work or on one of his breaks he always managed to leave you something to wake up to. The more you began to message each other, the more you found him beginning to open up to you. Telling you more about his work, his friends, his family. You really felt like you were beginning to learn about the man behind the screen, the real Bakugou.

You[1.01PM]: I’m about to go on lunch, today is dragging! :(

You[1.02PM]: I think this is the worst day I’ve had at work in forever.

You placed your tupperware box into the microwave as you set the timer, moving to fill your water bottle as your phone began to vibrate with an incoming call.

“Bakugou?” You asked in surprise, wondering if something was wrong.

“Hey, princess.” He hummed.

“Don’t you have work?”

“Yeah, but you said you were having a bad day, so I thought I’d give ya a call.” Your heart melted at his words, he’d taken a moment out of his busy day to make you feel better?

Hearing the faint sound of police sirens in the background as you deduced that he must be on one of his patrols of the city.

“Are you on patrol?” You moved to retrieve your food from the microwave as you sat it on the table in front of you, grabbing your chopsticks as you lay them flat against the top of the container.

“Yeah, it’s pretty quiet out here today, though.” Bakugou continued, “Kiri’s keeping an eye so we’ve got a few minutes.”

“Say thank you to Kiri from me,” You grinned, from what Bakugou had told you about his best friend Kirishima seemed like a really good guy.

“Well, you know about my job now, princess. What’s yours?” Bakugou asked curiously.

“I actually work for a Pro-Hero too.” You smiled.

“Oh yeah, which one?” You couldn’t be certain, but you were sure you could sense an underlying tone of jealousy to his voice, the slightest increase of pitch in his questioning tone.

“I dunno if you would’ve heard of him-” You murmured.

“Try me.” Bakugou was almost on the edge of his seat as he waited with bated breath for you to tell him your boss.

“Normal Hero: Manual.” You smiled.

“Wait? You work for that old man?” Bakugou raised a brow at your answer, “That must mean you live in Musutafu.”

“Oh, so you know who he is?” You felt slightly vulnerable that he now knew your location, but you’d been asking him where he lived for weeks so you supposed it was only fair, “Have you worked with him before?”

“Tch, yeah.” His boots kicked at the dirt on the ground, “A few times.”

“Wait, so are you in the same city?” You widened your eyes in surprise as your heart began to race.

If he was in the same city- that meant the potential of possibly meeting him someday. You couldn’t believe your luck, instantly imagining what it would feel like to see him face to face for the first time, maybe he lived in the exact same area as you. Although he probably earned far more than you did, so he could afford to live in the centre of the city, right where the action was. His commute was probably a couple of blocks, without having to take the packed train each day.

“Yeah, princess. Looks like we do-”

You hadn’t even turned your desktop computer on this evening, starting a voice call on discord instead with the Pro-Hero. Your earbuds in and connected via bluetooth as you made yourself dinner, laughing when he criticised your cooking even over the phone.

“You can’t cook for shit, can you?” He laughed as he heard you chopping ingredients.

“Hey, I’m not bad,” You smiled, picking them up as you placed them into the warm pan, “I haven’t killed anyone yet.”

“Yet.” He scoffed, “You ain’t fillin’ me with confidence, sweetheart.”

“What did you grab for lunch?” You smiled as you heard him rustling on the other side of the line, the sound of tupperware opening filling your ears.

“Just gyuudon from a little place down the street, it’s pretty good.” He hummed as you heard him break his chopsticks.

“That sounds good,” You agreed, your stomach growling as you imagined sharing a meal with the Pro.

“Hold on, I’m gonna switch to my desktop.” You ended the call for a moment on your phone before taking out your earbuds, placing them into the charging case as you pulled on your pink headphones, opening discord on your computer as you rejoined the call again, “I’m back, did you miss me?”

“Oh thank god,” He replied sarcastically, “I didn’t know what I was gonna do without you,”

Making you laugh into your bowl of ramen as you began to blow at the broth to cool the temperature down.

“You don’t sit down to eat at a table?” Bakugou raised his brow as he shovelled his gyuudon into his mouth.

“I don’t actually have one, you glanced around your tiny apartment,” lifting some noodles up to your lips as you slurped on them softly, “But my gaming chair is actually super comfy.”

“Bet you have the pink gaming chair and everything.” He scoffed.

“Duh.” You grinned, “And pink kitten headphones.”

“Of course you fuckin’ do.” He laughed on the other side of the phone, “Typical princess needs her pink headphones and gaming chair.”

“Kitten headphones, get it right.” You joked.

“I’m sorry, kitten headphones.” He corrected himself, “Because, of course, you do.”

“Am I too stereotypical e-girl for you?” You laughed.

“You might be” He smirked, “Thin fuckin’ ice.”

“You love it really, don’t lie.” You smiled.

“Since you’re on desktop check your inventory, I got ya something-”

“Oh, yeah. What?” You raised a brow as you sat forward in your chair, moving your attention to the game as you opened your ‘gifts’

“Just look for yourself, princess.” He hummed cryptically.

Your eyes widened in surprise when you noticed the new addition to your inventory. The black bikini set that you’d mentioned to him during one of your first conversations together, the outfit that you swore you’d never purchase for yourself because it was just unnecessarily expensive. Especially when it held absolutely no benefit towards levelling up or gameplay, it was just pure aesthetics.

“Bakugou, you didn’t have to get this for me.” You shook your head, “I told you you don’t need to spend money on me. It costs too much-”

“Tch, I wanted to.” He shrugged, “I’ve been picturing what it would look like on your avatar.”

“Hey, have you been perving over me?” You joked, moving towards your wardrobe to customise your avatar so he could see the outfit on you.

“Not you, shitty woman. Your avatar.” He joked back, “And if you didn’t want me to perv over it, you shouldn’ta made it hot.”

“When I made my avatar I tried to make it look a bit like me.” You replied, remembering when you’d first started the game as you tried to pick qualities as close to your appearance as possible.

“Oh yeah?” His ears perked up, “Shit,” He muttered beneath his breath.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’m quite so pretty though.” And definitely not as skinny, you thought to yourself.

“I fuckin’ doubt that.” He scoffed, “Hurry up and put it on then.”

“You’re not even online to see it.” You rolled your eyes.

“You’re actin’ like you can’t screenshot it and send me a picture.”

“Fine,” You laughed, changing your avatar into the outfit as you took a picture. Sending it across to him via discord as you heard him reach for his phone, unlocking it to see the picture.

“See, I knew you’d look fuckin’ hot in it.” He smirked.

“Oh, god.” You groaned, “I already have some creep in my inbox trying to talk to me about it, you moved to block the guy immediately.

“Tell ‘em to fuck off, you’re mine.” The possessive tone to his voice had your cunt throbbing as you squirmed in your chair, “Give me their handle.”

“You don’t need to-”

“Give me the handle.” He repeated as you typed it out to him, hearing him mutter under his breath about some men having “no fuckin’ respect.”

“I just blocked him,” You laughed.

“Good.” He growled, “Fuckin’ prick. I’m gonna message him later. He won’t bother you anymore.”

“My hero,” You pretended to swoon as you picked your bowl of ramen up again.

“So what about you, huh? Why don’t you tell me what you look like.”

“What do you think I look like, sweetheart?”

“I dunno-” You hummed, feeling your face flush as you thought back to all the fantasies you’d had about him before.

He had to be just as attractive as his voice, dreaming up a fantasy version of him in your mind. Big, strong hands moving over your body as he held you in his arms, soft lips pressing against yours as he trailed a path down towards your neck. Trying to imagine him towering over you as he caged your body against his own, a subtle possession with his actions as you longed for someone to treat you like that, to love you like that- His large palms moving lower to press against the heat between your thighs as you felt your heart begin to race, your lips parting in a silent moan until-

“Oi,” Bakugou’s loud tone broke you from your fantasy, “You still there sweetheart?”

“Oh, sorry.” You replied sheepishly, realising you’d zoned out. Embarrassment quickly flowed through you as you realised how close you’d been to moaning on call to thoughts of him.

“I was just about to tell you how pretty I think you are,” Bakugou smirked, feeling a heat rise in your cheek at the words, “Until you started ignoring me.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you,” You pouted.

“Yeah, yeah princess.” Bakugou scoffed, “You weren't the one calling your name for five minutes.”

“It was not that long,” You shot back.

“Well, I think you’re really pretty.” He replied and you had to stop yourself from squealing on the call. Even though he’d never seen a picture of you so he couldn’t say for sure it still made your lips curl into a big smile.

“I mean, you still don’t know,” You teased back, “I could be an old man.”

“Tch, don’t sound like an old man with your pink gaming chair, pink kitten headphones.” Bakugou laughed.

“Oh, and not the fact that I don’t talk like an old man?”

“Could still be a guy with that voice-” He teased.

“Oi, are you saying my voice sounds manly?” You feigned a gasp.

“Well-” He pretended to trail off.

“You’re such a dick, oh my god.” You pouted.

“I’m only messin’ with ya, sweetheart.” He grinned, “I meant what I said, I think you sound real pretty.”

“Yeah, and what about you?” You tried to hide your elation, glad he couldn’t see you grinning like a madman.

“What about me, hm?” He replied coyly.

“What do you look like?” You were genuinely curious to know what he looked like, the thought constantly plaguing your mind.

“Doesn’t matter,” He shrugged.

“It does, I wanna know!” You wanted desperately to know what he looked like after speaking to him over the last few weeks, to put a face to the name, “Do you think you’d ever send me a picture?”

“Pfft, more than enough pictures out there of me already, Princess.” He scoffed, “I’m surprised you haven’t googled me yet.”

“Why?”

“Well you know I’m a Pro-Hero, and you know my name.”

“How do I know that's your real name?” You hummed, “Could’ve given me a fake name to throw me off the scent.”

“Tch, it’s real.” He shrugged, “Got no reason to lie to you.”

“Okay fine, I’m googling you right now.” You put your bowl down on the side of your desk as you opened up your web browser, typing in ‘Pro-Hero Bakugou’ to see what came up.

“Dynamight?” Your eyes widened as page after page of photographs of the explosive hero came up.

There was no way that you were currently talking to not only a Pro-Hero but one of the most attractive men you’d ever laid eyes on. Unable to stop yourself from scrolling through picture after picture, shamelessly stopping on the few images that were clearly from advertising campaigns that showed off his physique. A particular photograph from the front of Men’s Fitness that had him completely topless as he gave his signature glare towards the camera, your eyes drinking in the exposed skin as you began to feel self-conscious all over again because he was so attractive and you were just, you.

“You finally got it, dumbass.” He chuckled, “Can stop pestering me about it now.”

“But how do I know you’re not lying.” You pressed, there was no way you were talking to one of the Pro-Heroes in the top ten. Thinking that he was a smaller, local hero that just happened to enjoy online games in his free time.

He scoffed in response, your eyes widening in surprise when the familiar tone of discord sounded in your headphones, he was trying to initiate a video call.

Swallowing thickly as you looked at the outfit you were wearing, an oversized sweatshirt and baggy pyjama pants. Your hair was a complete mess, and you were certain you had bags under your eyes. Paired with the ridiculously difficult lighting discord video calls had to purposely make you look bad, and the terrible angles that would make it look like you had six chins you suddenly felt so insecure.

“I can’t video chat right now,” You panicked.

“Why not? It’ll only be for a few minutes, my break is almost over.” He shrugged.

“S’okay,” You mumbled, “You don’t have to do that.”

“Why you gone all quiet?” He hummed, “You was so desperate to see me a second ago, what was it you said? Prove that I’m real-”

“Yeah, it's okay. I believe you.”

“Shitty woman,” He muttered beneath his breath, and you were almost certain you’d upset him from the tone of his voice before a notification popped up on your screen with one new message in the chat.

A picture that was hidden behind a spoiler blur, clicking onto it gently as you let out the breath you hadn’t realised you were holding in. Behind the blur was a picture, one that looked like it could’ve been taken moments earlier- an angry bright fluorescent light above his head as it almost obscured the entire top of the photograph, his phone obviously held below him peering up. A black hood pulled up over his messy mop of blond hair as a few stray spikes peeked out of the fabric, Vibrant red eyes peering down at the camera, the corner of his lip raised into the slightest hint of a smile as you took in the picture. Did he just take this for you now while he was at work?

He was gorgeous.

“You still there, sweetheart?”

“Y-yeah, sorry. I’m here.” You felt your face flush with heat, “Did you just take that for me now?”

“Yeah,” He replied simply.

“You look really pretty,” You murmured, saying the first word that came to mind when you looked at him.

Really you could’ve gone for gorgeous, handsome, ethereal- any word could’ve tried to describe just how much you liked how he looked but somehow none were quite enough to explain how perfect he was.

“Pretty?” He teased, “You think I’m pretty?”

“Yeah,” You breathed.

“Ain’t ever had someone call me pretty before, princess.”

You wanted to take a picture for him like he just had for you, an up to date look of exactly how you looked right now. So he could get the same picture in his head of you that you had right now, but that dark cloud loomed over you as it always did. The devil on your shoulders telling you that you weren’t good enough, you weren’t pretty enough. You’d never be enough. The insecurities pelting you from all angles when you imagined the type of women that he was probably used to being around, the type of women that would often flirt with him or try to court him, the type of women he’d probably dated before. Certain that none of them looked anything like you. You were just– you.

You’d felt so comfortable on the phone with him before you’d discovered what he looked like, who he was. But you suddenly felt so insecure now you realised that the man on the other side of the line wasn’t a sleazy, desperate guy twice your age- but an attractive Pro-Hero. And not just any Pro-Hero, the explosion hero Dynamight. The current number eight.

Looking through your camera roll to try and find the most attractive picture of you that you could find, stopping on one you remembered uploading to Instagram just before you’d left your hometown for Musutafu. The lighting hit you just right as you smiled at the camera, clicking onto it as you paused to assess it once more, debating whether this was a worthy picture to send Bakugou for his first real look at you. Ignoring the fear that brewed in the pit of your stomach as you scrunched your nose and hit send, letting the picture appear in your chat with him free of any spoiler blurs.

“What the fuck.” He muttered, and the words had you recoiling in fear, did he think you were ugly?

“What?” You felt yourself begin to panic at his reaction, instantly wishing you could take back the picture. Maybe you should’ve tried to put a filter on it to smooth your skin or lessen the bags beneath your eyes. What if he thought you were ugly? What if he stopped talking to you? What if-

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He hummed, “And you said I was the pretty one.”

Did he just call you pretty?

“You do kinda look like your avatar, you know?” He mused, was he still staring at your picture?

“I tried to pick something similar,” You mumbled self-consciously. Remembering back to when you’d first joined the game as you deliberately picked something that looked similar enough to you.

“That’s cute.”

“Bakugou-” You heard someone shouting his name in the distance, the voice muffled slightly as Bakugou swore beneath his breath.

“I’m sorry, princess.” He grumbled, “Gotta get back to work.”

“Oh, okay.” You couldn’t hide the sadness in your voice, “Text me when you finish?”

“You’ll be fast asleep,” He rasped, “Or you better fuckin’ be.”

“I know,” You smiled, “I don’t mind.”

“Okay, I’ll text ya.” You could hear the grin in his tone, “Night, sweetheart.”

“Night, Bakugou.”

Bakugou’s entire body ached when he finally gets home from patrol, shouldering through the door into his high rise apartment in the early hours of the morning. The sun began to rise over the skyline as he toed his boots off at the door, dropping his gauntlets beside them before padding along the hallway. His muscles ached from the strenuous shift, having to chase down a petty villain with a laughter quirk. The irritating sound still rang in his ears as he made his way towards his bedroom, unbuckling his belts before letting his pants pooled around his feet. The heavy utility belt still lined with his grenades dropped to the floor as he moved to tug his vest up and over his head. His bones cracked from the movement as he allowed himself to flop down onto his bed for a few moments before he knew he’d have to shower. The scent of ash which was a side effect of his quirk stuck to his sweaty skin as he felt for his smartphone, unlocking it to send a quick message to you.

Bakugou[5.04AM]: Morning, princess.

Pausing on the app once he’d pressed send as he noticed your picture peeking out at the bottom of the message thread. He’d already saved it in his phone gallery, but he opened the file on discord as he took in your features again.

You really had no idea how beautiful you were, did you?

His fingers pinch the screen to zoom in on your face, your pretty eyes gazing into the camera as you gave him a small smile. The pink kitten headphones sat on top of your head as you sat back in your gaming chair, giving him a small insight into your life, what it looked like on your side of the screen.

He couldn’t help but move the image lower, focusing on the slight pout to your lips as he immediately began to think of how much he’d love to kiss you. Wondering how soft they’d feel against his own, thinking about how they’d feel on other parts of his body too-

“Fuck,” Bakugou rasped beneath his breath, feet planted on the floor as he rolled his hips, trying to give his twitching cock some slight relief as his thoughts began to wander.

If you knew this was what he was thinking about you probably would call him a pervert or a creep, getting off to the photograph you’d sent him, and such an innocent one at that. His hand slid down his chest as calloused fingers mussed the blond hairs that scattered along the scarred surface, leading a trail that disappeared beneath the hem of his boxer briefs. Palming his semi-hard cock through the thin fabric as he let out a soft groan. Thinking about what your hands would feel like wrapped around him, how pretty you’d look on your knees for him as you sat between his parted thighs. Those lips pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock before taking him inside your wet heat-

Shit, a deep growl reverberated from deep in his chest, feeling the wet stain beginning to form on his underwear as he thought about you. Raising his hips just enough to tug the fabric down his thick thighs, kicking them off carelessly as he lay back against the mattress completely naked. His free cock now lay flat against his pelvis, the weight of it making it impossible for it to stand up as it pointed towards his hip. Fresh pre oozing from his tip as one of his large hands moved lower to palm his balls, feeling the heavy weight beneath his touch as he tried to imagine you instead.

Bakugou’s gaze slipped lower, coming to rest on the curve of your neck and your oversized sweater, even though the item of clothing shouldn’t have been provocative it had his cock twitching desperately. His thoughts immediately navigated to what lay beneath the fabric, imagining his palms holding your breasts as your nipples hardened beneath his touch, the sweet sounds you’d make as he wrapped his lips around one to suckle at it. Hissing as he wrapped a hand around his cock, giving himself a teasing pump before running his hand along the length until he got to the engorged head. Pressing his thumb against his slit to gather the pre that collected at the tip as he smoothed it along his girth. Lubricating himself as he began stroking himself languidly, trying to imagine that it was your hand around his cock instead, imagining how much better you would feel.

His red eyes still focused on your picture, half-lidded as he imagined pushing his cock inside your saccharine lips, thinking about how good your tongue would feel pressed against the underside of his cock while the thick tip hit the back of your throat. Wondering how much of his length you’d be able to take inside that sweet mouth. His breath hitching in his throat at the image, his hips canting off the bed as he fucked his fist to the thought of you.

“Fuck, princess.” He groaned as his mind went to the panties that you were wearing beneath that sweater, what colour they might have been, what style. How wet your needy little pussy would be for his thick cock, thinking about how wet he could make you as he delved his fingers between your thighs. Parting your folds like the red sea as his calloused pads brushed through your slick, catching against your clit as he tried to imagine what you would sound like moaning his name.

Tightening his grip around his thick cock as he began to pump himself with more fevour, feeling the familiar tension beginning to build in his abdomen as he tried to think of the last time he’d actually done this. Bakugou couldn’t even recall- it was as though you had specifically done something to him, ignited a fire within him that made him hungry for you. An insatiable desire inside him that he couldn’t quite recall he’d ever felt before, twisting his wrist each time it reached the tip of his cock as he smeared fresh pre along his length. Tightening his grip to try and recreate the sensation of your velvety walls wrapped around him, imagining how much more you’d be squeezing him once he sunk himself into your slick wet heat.

“God,” Bakugou grunted, your name tumbling from his lips like a dull prayer as he increased his speed, the crude sound filling his bedroom as his balls began to tighten between his thighs. Dropping his phone to the side as his eyes clamped shut, trying to imagine you sitting on top of him as you shamelessly used him for your own pleasure, rolling your hips in a circular motion as you splayed your hands on his pectorals.

“Good girl,” He mumbled under his breath as his tongue slipped out to wet his lips, wishing you were here so he could have a taste of you. Holding your thighs apart as he feasted on your angel cunt, holding you down until you screamed for a moment's respite. Burying his tongue between your silky folds to have every single inch of you.

His other hand moved down to squeeze his balls, fondling them roughly as he began to rock himself into his own touch, imagining that he was holding your hips steady as he fucked himself up into your eager cunt. Bakugou’s thick cock began to throb in the telltale signs of his release as he let out a sharp groan, jerking himself sloppily as he teetered on the edge of his climax. Now all he could think about was where he wanted to cum- imagining how pretty you’d look covered in his release, showing everyone that you belonged to him. Thinking about how much prettier you’d look if you were filled to the brim with his cum, holding your thighs apart so he could watch it spill out of your fluttering hole as he slowly pushed it back into you- completely stuffed with his release.

“Katsuki,” He tried to imagine how you’d sound uttering his name like he was the only person on this earth that mattered, cursing himself that he hadn’t told you his given name yet just so he could hear how it sounded coming from your lips.

His mouth parted in a deep, guttural groan as he felt himself coming undone. Calling out your name as his hips jerked against the mattress, emptying his balls all over his stomach and pelvis as his thick cock shot hot, white spurts of cum in ropes against his skin. His chest heaving as he tried to come down from his high, his cock still hard as he gave himself a few more teasing pumps to try and bring himself down from euphoria. Looking down at the mess he’d made all over himself as he sighed deeply, slipping straight back into reality when he glanced around his empty bedroom.

God, he wanted you so fucking badly.

Grabbing his fallen shirt on the floor to wipe off some of the cum residue against his skin to prevent it from falling to the hardwood as he stood from the bed, pattering into the bathroom to have a shower. Cursing beneath his breath as he felt his cock twitch at the thought of you wet and soapy in the shower with him. Heaving a deep intake of breath as he tried to calm himself down, turning the water a little colder than usual to help ease the ache between his thighs.

Stepping out with a towel wrapped around his waist as he used another to dry his hair, making his way back into his bedroom to pick up a fresh pair of underwear, slipping them on before dumping his towel and his dirty clothes into his laundry basket. Slipping beneath the sheets of his bed as he finally allowed himself to relax, his head resting against his plush pillows as he felt himself falling into slumber. Taking the chance to send you one final message before he went to sleep.

He held his phone up above his head, ensuring to get his body in it as you could see the defined muscles and just the hint of his boxers peeking out from the bottom of the frame, giving a subtle smirk to the camera as he snapped a photograph. Sending it to you as he attached a message.

Bakugou[5.41AM]: Been thinking about you a lot this morning, princess.

You woke up feeling refreshed as you felt the sun shining through the window in your bedroom, the warmth radiating against your skin as you stretched, reaching across to your bedside table as you checked the time.

8.43am.

You were glad you’d finally managed to have a lie-in after the long work week, but you were disappointed you’d seemingly missed Bakugou. His messages flashed across the screen to show he’d messaged you just like he said he would when he got home. Unlocking your phone as you opened up discord, not even able to read any of his messages when you were suddenly struck with the photograph of him, completely different from anything he’d ever sent you before.  

Holding your phone tighter as you clicked on the photo to increase the size, taking in the sight of his completely bare torso as he lay down in tousled sheets, his vermilion eyes staring directly into the camera had your clit throbbing needily between your thighs as you shamelessly ogled his naked skin. There were plenty of topless pictures of Dynamight online, from the photoshoots to the times where his shirt was completely disintegrated in battle- but this? This was completely different.

Your eyes drank in every single inch of pure muscle, flitting down to the prominent veins that scattered across his bicep and forearm to the scars that littered his body. Each one probably had a completely different story to tell as you zoomed in closer, thankful that the morning sunrise shining into his bedroom gave the perfect lighting to see everything. From his darkened areolas to the messy blond hair that trailed along his torso, disappearing beneath the grey pair of Calvins he wore. Disappointed that the camera wasn’t angled just a little lower so you could see everything, feeling your cheeks heat up as you continued to shamelessly stare at the photograph.

You then began to think about whether he’d expected you to send one back- of course, you wanted to. There was nothing more you would enjoy than Bakugou finding you attractive, complimenting you and reacting the same way that you had to his picture. But the doubt and insecurity continued to grow inside you, what if you sent him a picture and he didn’t like what he saw? What if he found you ugly-

You tried to push your insecurities to the side as you got up from your bed, opening your underwear drawer as you began to rummage for the perfect thing to wear in return. It was a simple black lace one-piece suit, something that covered your stomach but opened in a v-shape at the chest to expose your chest, and the back made your ass look perfect. The colour is flattering enough to make you feel slimmer than you really were and focus on all your positives, certain you’d be able to find an angle where you didn’t look completely awful. Pulling your pyjamas off as you changed into the outfit, checking yourself out in your full-length mirror as you began to try to find an angle you thought would bring out the best parts of you. Angling your phone in the same way that Bakugou had as you held it slightly higher, hoping to hide your face from the photographs as you began to take a few in quick succession. Slowly changing the angles so you had a variety to select from, moving to the floor on your knees as you pointed the camera at your reflection in the mirror, trying to find that perfect pose.

You sat there as you rifled through them, deleting the ones that were absolute nos and putting a little heart beside the ones that had become maybes. Narrowing it down until you found a couple that you thought you looked okay in, your favourite had been one where you were standing with your back facing the mirror, showcasing your ass and the side of your breasts beneath the lingerie. Taking a deep breath as you attached the photograph to the discord chat you had with Bakugou, hovering your finger over the send button as you tried to work up the courage to send it to him.

You[9.36AM]: Morning to you too Bakugou ;)

You hit send and watched the message appear in your conversation, trying to avoid deleting it as you locked your phone. Throwing it onto your bed as you made your way into your bathroom to take a shower, hoping that he would like what he saw when he finally woke up.

Bakugou[1.51PM]: Good afternoon princess. I definitely wasn’t expecting to wake up to that.

You were nervous when you checked his message, he hadn’t really said anything about the photograph aside from not expecting it. You began to panic that he truly didn't like it and was trying to be polite, that you’d overstepped a line you didn’t even realise was there.

You[1:53PM]: I thought I’d return the favour.

You paused for a second when he didn’t reply right away, taking a deep breath before sending another message.

You[1:54PM]: Did you like it?

The dots below appeared to indicate that he was replying almost instantly, your heart hammering in your chest as you awaited his response.

Bakugou[1:54PM]: Did I like it? You have no fucking idea what you do to me, do you?

You felt warm at his words, was he talking about what you thought he was? The thought had you woozy as you tried to type back with shaky fingers.

You[1:55PM]: Why don’t you tell me.

You goaded him on, trying to get him to explain to you exactly what he had meant by his words.

Bakugou[1:55PM]: Let me show you.

You sucked in a breath as you reread his message, what did he mean he was going to show you?

A moment later your phone buzzed with another incoming message, it was another picture from Bakugou. But this one was different. The camera was angled towards his lower half this time, his legs concealed beneath the plain white sheets as he pulled them down just enough for you to see his grey boxers and the hint of his muscular thighs. His hand wrapped around his thick girth that was concealed beneath the fabric to indicate what lay beneath. You paused for a moment to take it in, he looked huge.

Bakugou[1.59PM]: You still there, princess?

You[1.59PM]: You’re so hot.

You found yourself rubbing your thighs together to try and create some much-needed friction, instantly saving that image to join the first one in a special album on your phone.

Bakugou[2:00PM]: Says you, you’re the reason it's like that. I woke up to your picture and couldn’t help myself.

His words ignited a fire within you, feeling your clit throb as you reread his words. He was like that because of you. It was a unique sense of power that suddenly filled you from the thought of bringing such a strong, powerful man down to his knees with just one picture. His words making you feel pretty, confident, desired, wanted. Giving you this new sense of confidence as you found yourself typing back to him.

You[2.01PM]: Do you wanna see some more?

Bakugou[2.01PM]: Fuck.

Bakugou[2.01PM]: Of course I do, princess.

You opened your gallery and went back to select more of the pictures you’d taken this morning, attaching them to the discord message as you watched them load into the conversation. Nervously biting your lip as you waited with bated breath for the notification at the bottom of the screen that he’s typing a response... But it doesn’t come.

Instead, you almost jump when the familiar tone to signal a discord call begins to play, flustered as you grab for your headphones, the bluetooth connecting as you press ‘accept’.

“Hey,” You whisper, releasing the breath you hadn’t realised that you’d been holding in.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now, sweetheart?” Your heart was racing from his words, the familiar heat flowing through your core as you recognised the subtle rasp in his tone, “I’m fuckin’ hard as a rock.”

“Oh,” You gasped at his blunt words, squeezing your legs together to try and satiate the desperate ache between your thighs.

“If you get on video chat with me I’ll show you.” He rasped.

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you took in his request, it wasn’t like you didn’t want to. You did, so desperately. But the thought of him seeing you like this terrified you, looking down at the baggy oversized band shirt you were wearing that was faded from the number of times it had been through the wash, worn holes scattered through the fabric and there were still stains from when you’d experimented with box dye. Not to mention trying to hold the camera so he got a good angle of your face whilst attempting to maintain your composure when he was talking to you like this?

You couldn’t.

“Maybe another time,” You hummed, “I look terrible.”

“Impossible,” He scoffed, “I’ve seen what you look like, ain’t a single part of you that looks bad.”

“I haven’t done my make-up or anything-” You rambled.

“You know I don’t give a fuck about that shit,” Bakugou grunted, “Doesn’t matter to me.”

“It matters to me,” You sighed.

“You got nothin’ to be scared about, princess.” He pressed, you could hear him shuffling on the other side of the phone as he settled himself against his sheets, “I bet you’re perfect.”

“Another time, please.” You begged, hoping that he’d drop the subject, “Just not now.”

“Okay, sweetheart.” He groaned, “But you still wanna talk to me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You repeated breathlessly.

“Are you going to show me what’s underneath that pretty set in the pictures?” You could hear his smirk in his tone, obviously imagining you were still wearing the same lingerie.

“Are you?” You countered.

“Tch, you’re such a fuckin’ tease.” He groaned, the line went silent for a moment as you could hear his gentle breathing on the other side. Your heart beating in your chest as you felt your phone vibrate, looking down at the screen to see another picture.

One of his large veiny palms wrapped around the base of his hard cock, holding it upright. You’d expected him to be big, but nothing had prepared you for the sight of him for the first time. The tip of his cock a blush pink colour as you managed to make out the slightest glisten of pre leaking from the slit, your eyes following the length of it as you recognised the hint of it bulging in the middle, moving lower until you met his hand holding the base. The hairs around it were neatly trimmed as you suddenly imagined what it would be like to see it in the flesh, wondering if your hand would even be able to wrap around it. You couldn’t help but let out a breathless moan at the sight, moving your hand between your thighs to cup your clothed heat to try and quell the ache.

“Did you just moan?” You heard his smug voice on the other side of the line, “You like what you see, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” You whispered breathlessly.

“I’m thinking about what it would be like to put it inside you right now,’” He grunted, “You gonna show me what you look like right now?”

“What do you want to see?” You hummed, you weren’t even sure what he was asking for, what kinds of pictures did he want you to send him?

“How about you show me those pretty tits?” He goaded, “Wanna imagine my hands coverin’ ‘em.”

You took a deep breath before you raised your shirt up, pushing your breasts together with your arms to try and make them seem rounder than you thought they were are you took a few pictures. Sending one through to Bakugou who cursed just as the image finished loading.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart,” He groans when you send the picture across, hearing his breath hitch in his throat, “God, you’re perfect.”

“Says you,” You hum, he literally had a body that was carved by the gods, you completely paled in comparison.

“I wish I was there.” You heard his breath hitch and you wondered whether he was touching himself to your pictures, “I’d make you feel so good.”

“Yeah?” You murmured, turning the volume up on your headphones to try and catch the breaths that left his lips.

“Fuck yeah,” He groaned, “I’d start with those pretty tits, wanna suck on ‘em so badly. Would you let me, princess?”

“Yes,” You mewled, moving your fingers down to your breasts as you massaged them in your palm, catching your nipple between your thumb and forefinger as it stiffened to a hardened peak. Trying to imagine it was his hands on you instead of your own, slightly rougher with your actions in a feeble attempt to mimic his motions.

“Oh, fuck.” He rasped, “Are you touching yourself right now?”

“Mhm,” You mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up as he caught you red-handed.

“That’s so fuckin’ hot,” He growled, “Shit.”

His crude words on the other side of the line had your entire body convulsing, your hips rolling in a circular motion as the sound sent a throb directly to your clit, clenching your cunt as it begged for your attention.

“Wanna leave my mark on them, make sure everyone knows that you’re mine.” He continued, his voice pure sin as pressed further, “What are you thinkin’ about, sweet girl?”

“I-” You were embarrassed to tell him, you’d never done anything like this before and you weren’t sure exactly what you were supposed to say.

“It’s okay, just tell me.”

“You touching my pussy,” You groaned, cupping your hand harder against your clothed heat as you felt the dampness against the crotch of your panties.

“Oh, fuck,” He groaned, “You’re gonna make me cum in seconds if you’re not fuckin’ careful.”

You gasped at his words, floored that you had such an effect on a guy that surely had far more experience and stamina than you ever thought you could possess.

“I wish I could be there with you to do that, princess.” He continued, “Are you touching that pretty pussy for me?”

“Yeah,” You murmured, tugging your panties to the side so your fingers dragged through the creamy slick that was now gathered between your folds, gasping when you brushed against your sensitive clit.

“I wish I could see,” He groaned, your fingers beginning to tease your tight entrance as you slipped one inside to the first knuckle as you began to languidly pump it in and out of you.

“How many fingers are you using right now?”

“One,”

“Shit,” He rasped, “Good lord, I want to fuckin’ ruin you. Think you can add another one for me, princess? Stretch yourself out for me-”

You whined at his words, pushing your forefinger in to join your middle finger as you felt the slight ache from the stretch as you began pumping them in tandem, pulling more pretty sounds from your lips that had Bakugou groaning on the other side of the line.

“Good girl. “He continued, “Gonna let me stretch you out on my cock, yeah?” You heard him spit crudely on the other side of the phone and it had your walls throbbing around your fingers, the lewd noise filling your headphones as he began to move his fist along his cock, “Fuck you into the shape of me.”

Your eyes clenched shut as you imagined how he looked on the other side of the phone, fisting his cock because of you. Trying to imagine those same vermilion eyes staring up at you from between your thighs as he used his own fingers to split you open, how much better they would feel being able to find all the spots inside you that you couldn’t quite reach. Curling your fingers to try and replicate how he’d touch you, the palm of your hand now pressed snugly to your clit as you began to grind against it.

“You sound so fuckin’ pretty, you know that?” He continued, “Keep that up I ain’t gonna fuckin’ last.”

“Oh,” You gasped when you pressed against the spongy spot inside you, feeling your walls quiver around your digits as you brought yourself closer to your release.

“What you thinkin’ about now, sweet girl?” He continued between a deep moan, “Tell me.”

“You fucking me,” You whined truthfully, picturing how his fat cock would look disappearing inside your tight walls, doing exactly what he said and moulding you to the shape of him. Claiming you as his.

“Oh, fuck- I can’t,” He grunted, “Gonna make me cum, sweetheart.”

His tone had you moaning in return, increasing your pace as the soft sounds of your fingers pumping inside your slick heat filled the room, wondering if he could hear the crude noises as you hovered on the edge of your release.

“Wish I was there right now,” He continued, rambling in a hazy sea of lust that clouded his mind, “Would make you feel so good, burying my fat cock inside that pretty little angel cunt, fuck you into the shape of my cock.”

His words did nothing to ease the tension between your thighs, the coil tightening as you hovered on the cusp of your bliss, grinding yourself harder against your palm as you felt yourself about to fall over the edge, “Bakugou, I’m gonna cum-”

“Katsuki, call me Katsuki.” He rasped desperately, the sound of him pumping his cock furiously filled your ears as you felt yourself falling-

“Oh fuck, Katsuki-” You moaned breathlessly, the tightness inside you finally snapping as you found yourself tumbling into your bliss. Your mouth parted in a loud whine as your walls began to clench around your fingers, your orgasm flowing through you in harsh waves.

“Fuck, shit, princess-” Bakugou rasped at the sound of his name leaving your lips so needily, convulsing against his sheets as he jerked his cock through his release, joining you in euphoria.

“You got no clue how much I loved hearin’ my name coming from your lips, do you?” He groaned, breathing heavily on the other side of the line as you both began to come down from your highs, “So fuckin’ good.”

“Katsuki,” You repeated it again, feeling how the name sounded on your tongue as you heard him curse.

“Fuck, don’t. You’ll make me hard again.” He grumbled, “Already came all over myself.”

“Can I see?” You’d surprised yourself by even asking, immediately feeling self-conscious at how weird you probably sounded to him.

“Fuckin’ perv,” He rumbled and you were about to play it off when your phone vibrated with another attachment.

His torso was covered in glistening globs of cum that trailed almost as high as his pectorals, imagining what it would have felt like for him to cover you in the same way. Your walls still fluttered around your fingers in the aftershocks of your climax as you reluctantly pulled them out of your quivering cunt.

“Like what you see, hah?” You could tell from his tone that he was smirking on the other side of the line.

“Maybe,” You teased back.

“Maybe?” He growled, “Just maybe? Looks like I’m gonna have to step my game up.”

“I need to shower again because of you,” You pouted, already feeling messy between your thighs as your fingers still glistened with your slick.

“Me too, clearly.” He scoffed, “I’ll talk to you in a few?”

Your heart panged at the hopeful tone to his voice as it made you feel so wanted, unable to hide the grin on your face as you replied.

“Yeah, I’ll be quick.”

“I mean, if you wanted to send me a few more pictures of you in the shower I wouldn’t complain-” He trailed off.

“Who’s the perv now?” You grinned, hearing his own raspy laugh fill your headphones.

“What can I say, sweetheart?” He groaned, “This is what you do to me.”

“Okay, I’ll be back soon?”

“Me too, talk soon.” He smiled, neither of you wanting to hang up as eventually he pressed the ‘end call’ button.

Just as you’d grabbed a towel ready to hop in the shower you heard your phone vibrating against your bedside table, unable to resist checking it before you went into your bathroom you looked at the new notifications from discord that flashed against the screen.

Bakugou[3.15PM]: My phone number. Just in case.

You couldn’t believe he’d finally entrusted you with his number, the digits clear on the screen as you quickly saved him as a new contact before sending him a text back with your own.

A simple ‘x’ in reply to show that he’d received your message as you grinned at the response. Reluctantly putting your phone down as you moved to climb into the shower.

Bakugou[5.25PM]: I’m sorry princess, I won’t be around much tonight. Shitty hair is dragging me out for drinks and I probably won’t be back until late. Don’t wait up for me.

You[5.26PM]: That’s okay, I might have to stay late at the office. There’s been a mix-up with paperwork that I’m currently trying to fix, wish me luck.

Bakugou[5.27PM]: You better not stay too late for that prick, or I’ll be giving him a call.

You[5.28PM]: Don’t worry, I’ll be home soon. I’ll text you so you know I’m okay?

Bakugou[5.29PM]: Good.

Bakugou[5.30PM]: I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, I’ve got the entire day off. Maybe we can try the new forest level?

You[5.31PM]: I’d really like that :)

You[5.32PM]: Have fun! <3

“Hurry up, Bakubro, we’re late already.” Kirishima poked his head inside Bakugou’s office, noticing the way he instinctively shielded his phone from his prying eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, shitty hair. ‘m comin’.”

Stepping into the bar to find the gang already there with beers, placing his phone down onto the table in favour of snatching a bottle from the bucket in the middle as he took a large swig.

“Hey, slow down, Kacchan. We got the whole night ahead of us.” Kaminari smirked as he took a drink from his own bottle.

“Yeah, you never hang out with us anymore, you know.” Mina shoved his shoulder playfully, “It’s been ages.”

“Got better things to do than to be seen with you dumbasses.”

“Aw, you know you love us.” Mina swung an arm around his broad shoulders to pull him into her side, “We love you too.”

“Get off,” Bakugou growled, wrestling himself from her grip as she moved a hand into the messy, grown out hairs of his undercut as he took another drink of beer.

“Who is that?” Kaminari looked down onto the table to find the source of the buzzing, his eyes focused in on Bakugou’s phone that now illuminated with a new text message from you.

You[7:02PM]: Hope you’re having fun! Just heading home! <3

Bakugou’s swift reflexes were no match for two friends working in tandem, as he was so distracted by Kaminari’s quick hands, almost knocking over Mina’s cocktail in his haste, Kirishima grabbing the glass to keep it upright as Sero managed to slip beneath the pair to seize the phone.

“Oh, she’s real pretty.” Sero grinned like a cheshire cat as he looked at the screen, the first selfie you’d ever sent Bakugou sitting pride of place, “Is this your girlfriend?”

“Ooh, ooh, let me see-” Kaminari made grabby hands for the phone as Sero turned it to face the table, giving everyone a view of Bakugou’s lock screen. The angry blond’s palms sparking in fury.

“Give me the fuckin’ phone or I’ll blow your face off-” Bakugou snarled as Kirishima tried to calm the situation down, but even he couldn’t deny he was curious who this mystery woman was. Noticing that his best friend was spending a lot more time on his smartphone for someone who vehemently spoke about his distaste for the devices, much preferring the brick phone he carried around in his pocket on patrol.

“Did you meet her on that game I got you?” Kirishima asked, the new information now opening the floodgates even more to his nosy friends, “Ain’t no way she’s real.”

“Wait- you met her online?” Sero’s eyes widened, “Come on man, the first rule of the internet.”

“What?”

“Everyone’s a catfish.” Kaminari deadpanned.

“A what?” Bakugou ran a hand down his face in frustration as his hand tightened around the beer bottle, the heat from his palm warming the liquid as he glared across the table.

“A catfish, man.” Sero shook his head, “Where did you meet her?”

“He met her on that new online game he’s been playing,” Kirishima answered for him, causing Bakugou to grind his teeth, fucking shitty hair.

“Oh god, dude. Tell me you didn’t-” Kaminari shook his head, “And I bet her avatar was a pretty girl too, right?”

It was, but what did that have to do with anything-

“I got talking to someone on that game a few weeks ago, thought it was a hot ass chick and it turned out to be a fifty year old from California.”

“Yeah, but you’re a fuckin’ idiot.” Bakugou scoffed, drinking his beer.

“No, Bakubro. I mean it! That-” Kaminari pointed at the phone, “Is a catfish.”

Bakugou made a final swipe for his phone, managing to get it out of Kaminari’s grip as he shoved the device back into his jeans pocket, hunching over the table as he finished off his beer.

“Have you seen any of her social media?” Sero asked as Bakugou thought about the question. He hadn’t, aside from your discord. But he also had never asked, he was barely on social media himself anyway. Apart from his main Pro-Hero accounts that ended up being controlled by his PR team after he lost access to them.

“No,” He scoffed, “Don’t use social media anyway.”

“Okay, what about her friends?” Kaiminari continued, “Have you spoken to any of them?”

“Has she spoken to any of you?” Bakugou rebutted.

“Fine, fine. What about money?” Kaminari pressed, “Has she ever asked you for money?”

“Never.” Bakugou scoffed, this was one question they couldn’t have on him. In all the months you’d been talking to each other you’d never once asked for a single yen from him.

“But have you bought her anything, dude?” Sero asked.

Bakugou thought about it for a moment, prepared to reply with a harsh ‘no’, but he remembered the things he’d gifted to you. It was nothing to him really, short change in comparison to the hero salary that he was bringing in now that he was ranked in the top ten. Although the number was leaps and bounds from the wage he was used to as an up and coming sidekick- and even further away from the money that the average person would make in a year.

“Gems and shit,” He mumbled, “It’s whatever.”

“Gems?” Mina raised a brow, “Like jewellery? I thought you didn’t know where she lived?”

“No,” He grunted, “Like in the fuckin’ game.”

It sounded so stupid talking about it now, embarrassing even that he was explaining to his friends about buying you fictional gifts, things that wouldn’t help a single person on the outside world. But it meant something to him, and it obviously meant something to you too. It was the feeling he got whenever he spoiled you, the appreciation in your voice when he was able to surprise you with these random gifts. It was his way of trying to show you that he cared about you on a deeper level, to show that he loved you. Fuck, did he love you?

“How much have you spent?” Kirishima asked curiously.

“None of your fuckin’ business.” Bakugou’s shoulders slumped over protectively, a subtle way to try and shield himself from the incoming questions flying towards him like bullets.

“That much, huh?” Kaminari scoffed, “Bet she’s enjoying the ride.”

“It ain’t like that,” Bakugou snarled.

“How many other guys do you think she’s doing this too as well, dude.” Sero sighed, “You know it happens.”

“She isn’t.” Bakugou knew you couldn’t be talking to more people, you spent virtually all your free time talking to him, you didn’t have a single second to talk to anyone else.

“What do you think she’s doing when you’re at work?” Kaminari deadpanned, “You think she’s sleeping?”

“She’s got a job,” Bakugou scoffed, “She works with finhead.”

“You mean Manual?” Kirishima asked.

“Oh, how convenient. She works for one of the biggest agencies in the city.” Kaminari continues, “I’m telling you Kacchan, she’s saying that to give herself time to talk to other guys.”

“She ain’t fuckin’ doing that,” Bakugou grunted, wondering why he was even listening to them anymore.

“I mean she could be talking to other guys, you just might not know?” Mina shrugged, “I had four guys at the same time when I downloaded that dating app one time, you just gotta pick the best option.” She took a sip of her cocktail as Kirishima tried to give his friend a reassuring look.

“We told you, man, catfish.” Kaminari persisted.

“We just care about you,” Mina gave him a sympathetic look.

“Mina’s right, Kats. We just don’t want the same thing that happened to you last time happening again.” Kirishima placed a palm on his shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.

Shrugging Kirishima’s hand off his shoulder as he shoved his chair back roughly, the legs scraping against the wooden floor. Bakugou made his way to the bar for something stronger, bulldozing through the crowd. Teeth grinding together to try and stop himself from exploding inside the dive bar, his palms sweating with irritation as he rubbed them against his jeans. They didn’t have a clue, they didn’t know you like he did. They knew absolutely nothing about you.

There’s no way you were a fucking catfish after everything he’d found out about you, how long he’d spent talking to you each evening even during work. He wasn’t an idiot, he wouldn’t allow himself to fall for someone who was deceiving him like that, he was a Pro-Hero for fucks sake. He’d spent years of his life training himself to understand when people were being deceptive, and he had never felt that way around you.

But he began to think back to all the times he had asked you to video chat with him and you’d refused. Replaying the different excuses that you’d given him each time, each one slightly different than the last. Something that never really bothered him until now, wondering if this was the reason why you didn’t- because you couldn’t. If you were really who you said you were, why wouldn’t you video call with him?

Holding his palm out as he waved down the bartender, trying to distract himself from thoughts of you as he pulled his wallet out from his back pocket.

“Whisky, neat.”

Bakugou grunted as the door to his apartment swung open, seconds away from falling face forward onto the gangway as he steadied himself on the doorframe. Stumbling into his apartment as he closed the door behind him with far more force than necessary. The loud bang reverberated into his quiet apartment as he kicked his shoes off, already fuelled by spite from the night out with his friends.

They didn’t know what they were talking about, they knew nothing about you.

Pulling his phone out from his jeans pocket as the screen illuminated in the dark apartment, your photograph flashing on his lock screen as his expression calmed. The deep lines from his frown softened as he felt his heart begin to speed up at the sight of you. Even if they didn’t believe you were real, he did. He knew that there was no way to fake the interactions you’d both had together, even if he’d never been able to meet you before. Fake people were so easy to spot, easy to catch- and that wasn’t you.

Squinting as he tried to unlock his phone, the face ID not working due to the darkness in the room as he haphazardly typed in his passcode, swiping against the screen until he found your phone number, uncaring that it was almost two in the morning in his drunken haze as he pressed call. The familiar sound ringing as he waited for you to pick up, grumbling beneath his breath as he continued to navigate through his apartment, making his way towards his bedroom.

Fuck, he grunted, shouldering the doorframe to his room as he stumbled inside. Flopping back onto his bed as the call went through to voicemail.

“Pick the fuck up, baby. Wanna speak to you-” He spoke into the phone, leaving the message before he went back to redial.

Trying a voice call this time, the different ringtone played out as he squinted at his phone in the darkness. Barely able to see his face as the camera filled the screen, the slightest hint of his eyes and nose visible as he waited for you to pick up. The call ringing out as he grumbled beneath his breath.

“Katsu?” You murmured groggily, not even realising that it was a video call until you huddled back beneath your duvet. Using it to conceal your face as you saw the angry blond on the other side.

Bakugou’s eyes tried to focus on the screen to get a better look at you, his gaze meeting yours as his heart began to throb in his chest, an uncharacteristically big smile appearing on his face as he heard his name coming from your lips.

“Baby,” He breathed, “I fuckin’ missed you.”

“I missed you too,” You smiled on the other side of the phone, realising that he was clearly intoxicated, “Did you have fun?”

“Tch, was fine.” He slurred, “Woulda rather been with you.”

“Me too,” You smiled, “You gonna get some sleep now?”

“Wanted to talk to you first,” He rasped, “Wanted to hear your voice.”

“Drink some water before you go to sleep,” You cooed, “Can you do that for me?”

“Course I fuckin’ can. I’m a Pro-Hero,” He puffed out his chest as you saw him drop the phone to the side, leaving you staring at darkness as you heard him shuffling on the other side of the phone.

“You okay, Katsuki?” You asked as he held the phone back to his face a few moments later.

“Took my clothes off.” He slurred, “Too hot.”

“You are too hot,” You laughed, cuddling back against your sheets as you watched him flop back down onto the bed.

“I love you, you know.”

“What?” Did he really just say what you thought he’d said, even in his drunken state there must be some kind of truth to the words or something that had prompted the admission. Liquid courage was often a blessing and a curse.

“I said I love you, dumbass.” Bakugou grumbled, “And I really fuckin’ do. You’re so perfect. Too good f’ me.”

“I’m really not,” You smiled softly, watching as his eyes began to droop in the low light.

“Just needed to tell ya-” You listened closely as he became quieter on the other side of the line, his breathing flattening as he’d clearly fallen asleep on the other side of the line.

He was definitely not about to drink some water, you mused as you continued to watch him. Soft snores began to spill from his lips that brought a sense of comfort to you, your heart racing in your chest as you watched him. Placing your phone on the bed beside you as you snuggled into your pillow.

“I love you too, Katsuki.” You whispered, closing your eyes as you allowed yourself to fall asleep to the sound of him.

You hadn’t expected Bakugou to come online quite so early the next day, waking up to see the phone call disconnected as you felt a slight twinge of sadness in your chest. Hoping that you might have been able to catch a glimpse of his sleeping face in the early hours of the morning as the sun began to rise.

Making yourself a cup of coffee as you settled into your gaming chair, hoping to occupy yourself on your day off work until he was up and ready to join you. Sending him a good morning text message before logging into the game.

You’d managed to clear one of the forest areas by yourself, using the Scythe’s that Bakugou had helped you upgrade, the levels improving its stability and power as you collected the achievements at the end. Excited to show him the new content that you’d managed to snag as you took a sip of your drink.

A few hours later you saw the familiar notification that Bakugou had logged into the game, the status symbol turning green as you moved to send him a text message. Not wanting to pull him into a voice call as you could only imagine how much his head throbbed after last night, wondering if he remembered anything from the early morning events. Bakugou, however, beat you to it when you saw the familiar call screen appear, immediately accepting with a smile on your face.

“Morning, Katsuki.”

“Hey, sweetheart.” He groans, his voice husky from sleep and the previous night's activities.

“How you feeling?” You hummed.

“Fine,” He grunted, “Drank too fuckin’ much.”

“Do you remember anything from last night?” You wondered if he did-

“Got home and tried to call you fifty fuckin’ times, apparently.” He scoffed, “I woke up at like five and the call was still connected, sorry about that-”

“It’s okay, I didn’t mind,” You smiled, “It was cute.”

“Cute?” He scoffed, “Ain’t nothin’ about me cute, princess.”

“Well, you were last night.” You did feel slightly forlorn that he didn’t seem to remember his confession during the phone call, wondering if it had just been him drunk and nothing else.

“Hope you didn’t lose too much sleep because of me.”

“Nah, I actually liked it,” You hummed, “Made me feel like you were thinking about me.”

“I was,” He shrugged.

“I was thinking about you too.” You smiled, “And at least I found out something new about you last night.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” He replied curiously.”

“That you can’t hold your drink,” You laughed, hearing him tell you to "piss off” on the other side of the line as you scrolled your cursor to the world map, “Are you sure you’re okay to play this morning? You can take a nap or grab some food first?”

“‘m fine, got some water.” He brushed you off, “Did you find a lobby for us?”

“Yeah, this one- it’s closing in a few minutes.” You dropped the link as you watched his avatar appear beside your own, “It feels like ages since we’ve played together.”

“Aww, you miss me?” You can hear the cocky tone to his voice as you check your inventory, making sure you’re still stocked up on potions as the timer continues to count down.

You end up playing three more raids with Bakugou in a row, making up for lost time as your busy lives have kept you away from the game. Trying to maintain your level as you prepare yourself for the next floor boss.

“I need to go and take a bath, I’ve got a few errands to run but I’ll be back in a few hours?” You smile, stretching your arms above your head, “That way we’ll have the entire evening to try and beat the boss together with no distractions.”

“A bath?” Bakugou groans, the only words he’s picked up on in the entire sentence, “You tryin’ to turn me on, sweetheart?”

“I wasn’t,” You hummed, “But are you?”

“Fuck,” He rasped, feeling his cock begin to stir between his thighs, “Just thinkin’ about you like that’s gonna have me hard.” He groaned.

“Maybe I’ll take some pictures for you,” You smirked.

“Better not be teasin’ me, woman.” He goaded you.

“Would I do that to you?” You cheekily replied.

“I think you would, gonna prove me wrong?” He teased.

“I’ll speak to you in a bit, Katsuki.” You smiled, moving to end the call.

“Course, sweetheart.”

Bakugou groaned as he moved his focus back to the game, hoping to try and clear some levels in return for you by the time you returned from your bath. But now all he could think about was you completely naked and covered by the warm, soapy water. Imagining how your body would look covered in that wet sheen as you ran your hands all over yourself, cleaning every single inch of yourself.

“Fuck,” He rasped, glancing down at the now visible hardness beneath his grey sweatpants.

Leaning back in his computer chair as he reached for his phone to take a picture for you, hitting send before moving a hand down to palm himself in order to grant some sweet relief.

Bakugou[11:45AM]: Fuck, princess. Look what you do to me. Got me so hard for you.

He squeezed his cock, feeling it throb beneath the fabric as he raised his hips enough to pull it down his thighs, letting it hang slack around his calves as he wrapped his fingers around his drooling length. Sucking a hiss through his teeth at the sensation as he moved to open the risque nudes that you’d sent him before, holding his phone in a palm as he began to work his cock with the other. Leaning forward to spit down onto the tip as some of it landed on his fist, using it as lubrication as he began to languidly pump himself.

Crude thoughts of you flooded his mind as he imagined the look you would give him as you sat on your knees for him, those pretty tits in perfect view as he’d move to press the fat tip of his cock against your pouty lips. Groaning as your tongue would slip out to lap at the slit, tasting him before slowly taking him inside your wet heat. Tightening his grip on himself as he tried to replicate how it would feel, your tongue brushing against the prominent veins that forked along his length as the head hit the back of your throat, imagining how much of him you’d be able to take before you were gagging around him. Spluttering as a mixture of his cum and your spit dribbled down your chin, making you look so debauched for him.

“Shit,” He continued, closing his eyes as he began to imagine what your pretty pussy would look like wrapped around his cock. The bulging tip bullying its way between your folds to nudge your clit as he made you cry out for him, imagining how desperate you’d sound as you called his name. The sound of it spilling from your lips now ingrained in his memory, though he wished he’d recorded you saying it so he could play it whenever he pleased.

Speeding up as he found himself getting closer and closer to his climax, teeth grinding together as more grunts reverberated from deep in his chest, the crude sound of his hand working his cock filling the quiet room.

But then his mind began to wander further, replaying the words that Sero and Kaminari had said to him the night before, “Ain’t no way she’s real.”

Bakugou scrunched his nose as he tried to ignore the sound of Kaminari’s voice playing in his mind, instead opening his eyes to glance back at the photograph you’d sent him of you in the pretty lingerie for him, focused on the curve of your ass as he began to imagine how it would look when you were bouncing on his cock-

“We told you, man, catfish.”

Snarling in frustration as he felt his cock begin to soften at the words, his mind now plagued with scepticism and disbelief as he felt his climax slip away from him. His heavy balls aching with the desire to empty his seed, but now all he could think about was the fact that you may not be who you said you were.

What if they were right? He’d only ever seen photographs of you, and what if you’d sent these photographs to everyone you were speaking to online? What if you’d been sent them from a friend who was in on it too, and you were only after his money. What if they were pictures of a victim that didn’t even know her pictures were being used, and he was being a disgusting pervert getting off to them.

Fuck, he felt so confused. Letting his head fall back against his gaming chair as he moved to text you one-handed.

Bakugou[12.10PM]: We need to talk.

You wrapped a warm, fluffy towel around you as you climbed out of the bath, letting the water slowly swirl down the drain as you made your way back into your bedroom. Almost embarrassed by how quickly you found yourself missing Bakugou as you moved to send him a text, surprised to find however a slew of texts from him first.

Bakugou[12.10PM]: We need to talk.

Bakugou[12.10PM]: I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.

Bakugou[12.12PM]: Can you just text me when you’re back so we can talk.

Bakugou[12.15PM]: I’ll be waiting.

His tone made you feel nervous as you read through the messages he’d left you, nervously raising the phone to your ear to call him but you were left with no response. The call forwarding to his voicemail as though he’d let it ring out.

You[12.17PM]: I’m here, can you pick the phone up please I’m trying to call you?

Nervously trying to call him again, but being left with the exact same voicemail message as you cut the call before the familiar beep.

You[12.19PM]: Katsuki?

You remembered that he had promised to wait online for you so you moved towards your desktop computer, noticing that his avatar still showed that it was online and in green, so you chanced leaving him a message on there too.

You: Katsuki? You wanted to talk?

When you looked closer you noticed that his character was currently in play, clicking onto it to look up the stat as it showed what lobby he’d entered. He was taking part in one of the one-on-one fights, battling another opponent, someone that you didn’t recognise. Moving your character to the lobby of the fight where spectators could watch you noticed the level of stamina he was using was completely unnecessary for the opponent he was up against, his sword slashing forward in rapid succession as he set out a frenzied attack on the other player.

Waiting as he threw the final hit towards the other avatar as ‘VICTORY’ flashed up on the screen in a bright blue font, hoping now that he would notice your messages and call you back as you waited with your phone in hand.

Picking up on the first ring as you saw him finally call you, the phone going straight to your ear as you didn’t bother with headphones.

“Katsuki, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” He grunted, you could hear his chest heaving on the other side of the phone.

“What did you want to talk about?” You weren’t even sure you wanted to know.

“Are you real?” He asked.

“Wait, what?” You were caught off guard by the question, what did he mean were you real?

“It’s a simple fuckin’ question.” He spat back, the rage slowly building inside him, “Are you who you fuckin’ said you are.”

“Yes, of course I am.” You were so confused, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“So why are you sending me fake fuckin’ pictures?” You were at a loss for words, wondering what had led him to think you were sending him pictures that weren’t of you. Wondering if you’d accidentally sent him a picture of one of your friends instead, or something random from your camera roll.

“I’m not though, Katsuki.” You replied, wondering if you should go back through your conversations to try and find out what he meant.

“Don’t lie to me,” He growled, “How many other guys are you doin’ this to?”

“Can you just tell me what you’re talking about?” You huffed, “What other guys?”

“Answer the fuckin’ question.” He sneered, “Do I have to dumb it down for you, sweetheart? How many guys are you talking to?”

“Just you?” You answered as though it was the most obvious question in the world, of course he was the only guy you were talking to. You spent almost every free minute you had with him outside of work and sleep.

“Oh, so I’m the lucky one this time, hah?” He jeered, “Lucky me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Katsuki.” You’d heard of Dynamight’s volatile temper, the media portraying this side of him frequently. But you never expected to hear it firsthand.

“Stop fuckin’ callin’ me that.” He growled, “You’re the one out here whoring yourself out and for what? A few extra gems in the game?”

“I’m what?”

Did he just call you a whore?

“Wastin’ your fuckin’ time for a game that doesn’t even exist, pathetic.” He continued.

“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about, Bakugou.” You felt tears pooling in your eyes at his harsh tone.

“Who’s the girl in the pictures?” He pressed.

“Me?” You’d scrolled back through your conversations, the only pictures you’d sent him were pictures of you.

“Tell me the fuckin’ truth.” He snarled, “I don’t have time for your bullshit.”

“What bullshit, Katsuki.” You shouted back in exasperation, “If I was a catfish, don’t you think I’d find better pictures to send you?”

“What are you fuckin’ talking about?” He spat scornfully.

“Prettier pictures.” You mumbled, thick tears began to fall down the apples of your cheeks as you tried to brush them away with the palm of your hand.

“Okay, if you’re not lying, video chat with me right now.” He deadpanned.

“W-what?”

“It’s that simple.” He growled, “If you’re really who you said you are, you'd do it.”

“I can’t-” You pleaded, it wasn’t that simple-

“It’s a fuckin’ video call, why won’t you do it with me?” He barked, his tone dark.

Your ex-boyfriend's words repeated in your mind at the request, reminding yourself why you could never allow yourself to be comfortable enough to accept the video call. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting you to look that bad on video,” the words were like a stake to the heart when he’d said them to you, every single insecurity you had now slowly piling up. You hated your skin, especially when you’d just got out of the shower. Not to mention the tears that were beginning to pool in your thick lashes, giving you puffy skin around your eyes as you tried desperately to keep them inside. You didn’t want him to see you like this, you couldn’t handle that kind of rejection again. Especially from someone who you were so deeply in love with.

“I just can’t right now-” You mumble, “If you give me time-”

You were going to try and put makeup on and find somewhere in your house with better lighting, preparing yourself to be vulnerable for him.

“What?” He grunted, “So you can come up with more excuses.”

“It’s not an excuse.” You mumbled, even though it was. Your insecurities were always your biggest downfall when it came to relationships or even just life in general. The thing that always seemed to hold you back the most.

“I should’ve fuckin’ known you were only talking to me because of my money.” He scoffed, “You’re like all the rest.”

“Wait, what?” Now you were confused, the money?

“You can’t even do this one thing for me.” He continued, “One simple fuckin’ thing.”

“Look, plea-”

“Fucking bitch.” He snarled, cutting you off, “Delete my number now.”

“Wait, Katsuki. What?” Tears continued to spill down your cheeks.

“Don’t talk to me ever again, I didn’t want to believe them, but you proved it.” He continued on, his voice getting louder the more enraged he became, “Fuckin’ dunceface was right, you’re just another bitch tryin’ to get my fuckin’ money.”

“I wasn’t-” Is that really how little he thought of you?

“What was it gonna be next- A bag? A car?” He scoffed, “Or maybe you were just lookin’ to sell your story to the papers, hah? Another fuckin’ whore tryin’ to get rich off my back, well I ain’t letting it happen again.”

“I really fucking liked you Bakugou Katsuki,” You sniffed, tears now dropping onto the towel you were still wrapped in as you shivered silently, soaking into the damp fabric as you stopped trying to rub them away, “I really thought I was falling in love with you.”

“Falling in love with me or my money?” He sneered.

“You’re such a fucking asshole.” Your voice was so quiet when you spoke, barely a whisper as you ended the call.

Blocking his number first as you moved to discord to block his profile, tears dripping from your cheeks and onto your chest as you sat there wrapped in a fluffy towel, uncaring that you were still slightly damp as you climbed back into your bed. Pulling the duvet over your shaking body as you let the tears flow freely, soaking your pillow as you tried to process what had just happened, what Bakugou had accused you of.

You didn’t expect it to end like this.

It had been three weeks since Bakugou had talked to you last, and everyone at the agency was experiencing the aftermath. Bakugou’s temper reached a contentious boiling point, one that threatened to erupt like hot burning lava from a volcano each time he stepped into the office. Even petty crime had decreased in the area, villains terrified of being at the end of one of Bakugou’s explosive outbursts. The Dynamight agency now a volatile battleground as he picked up as many shifts as possible, completely surrounding himself with his work in a feeble attempt to take his mind off you, if only just for a few moments.

You’d done this to him, turned him into this bitter creature that was still full of so much love for you even after everything. He couldn’t take away the bitter taste in his mouth when he reminded himself what you’d done to deceive him, the lies you told. Bile thick in his throat as he remembered the way he’d opened up to you, just to have you throw it back in his face.

He had to stop himself unblocking you after the first night, whether it was to throw more insults at you or to tell you he was sorry he was unsure. Either way, he missed your voice. The only thing that dulled the ache slightly was work, even sleep only brought him memories of you.

Bakugou hadn’t touched the game since he stopped speaking to you, not even wanting to go online to see more memories of the times with you, the old snapshots and messages of the nights you’d spent together, the moments he’d spent falling in love with you.

He’d been foolish, he’d let his guard down and allowed himself to fall for you, but he wouldn’t let it happen again.

His heart was already a fortress, guarded with gates so high that no one could break through, or so he thought. The gates opening with a key that you seemed to hold as you broke through, stealing his heart as you held it in your hands. Taking everything until the fortress was completely barren.

“I fuckin’ told you what enhancements I wanted on the gauntlets, why isn’t it ready?” He snarled on the phone to a poor member of his technology department, “I don’t fuckin’ care what excuses you have, just get it done-”

Bakugou slammed the phone down in fury as Kirishima loitered near the entrance to his office, giving him a soft smile as he closed the door behind him, watching his friend card a hand through his messy blond hair, heaving a sigh.

“I know you miss her, Bakubro.” Kirishima started before he was cut off by his best friend.

“I don’t miss shit,” Bakugou grunted.

‘You don’t have to lie to me.” Kirishima continued, “She was a big part of your life. I know how you felt about her.”

“You don’t know shit,” Bakugou growled, the more he thought about you, the fierier he became.

“Well, I remembered you telling me that she worked for a hero agency,” Kirishima began, choosing his words carefully.

“Yeah, another fuckin’ lie,” Bakugou grunted, sitting back in his chair as his leg bounced beneath the desk to try and stop himself from exploding.

“Well, man.” Kirishima came around the desk to stand beside Bakugou, holding his phone out to his best friend, “I thought you might want to see this-”

Bakugou’s eyes roamed the screen as he saw your name in the middle, your job title below it along with the agency you worked at and your contact number. The exact same digits and area code as the number you’d given to him-

“It probably wasn’t the best idea, but I know the database has information for all Pro-Hero Agency employees in the country in case of emergency, and I figured I’d take a quick look. There’s one, in particular, that has information on employees for shared missions. And she came up-”

“This don’t prove shit,” Bakugou grunted, “Just means she’s pretending to be whoever this is.”

“I thought that could be a possibility too, so I searched her name online and found this-” Kirishima’s fingers slid against his screen clumsily as he closed the photo he’d shown Bakugou, moving it to Instagram to show him the page, “This was her right?”

Bakugou snatched the phone from Kirishima’s hands as he began to scroll through your feed, clicking on certain photographs where you were the main focus. A few candid ones where you were laughing at something, and some were where you were sitting in the same gaming chair with the pink headphones he recognised.

“Has she sent you any of these pictures before, man?” Kirishima asked as he continued looking over Bakugou’s shoulder, “Some of them are tagged by friends too, it looks legit.”

He felt like an asshole.

Bakugou continued scrolling through the phone, his finger stroking over your cheek on the screen as he read through some of the captions. A lot of them seemed to be about you missing home, missing your friends. Some of the photographs he’d seen before, remembering when you’d showed them to him and the stories behind them. Others he’d never seen until now, looking through pictures where you looked so happy, so free. But he’d also seen some that you hadn’t posted on here at all, remembering your words when you’d told him that they’d been for his eyes only.

“See, man.” Kirishima gave him a small smile, “She’s real.”

“Fuck.”

It was probably too late to fix it, he’d already ruined any chance he had of being with you. Dumping the phone onto his desk as he sat back in his chair, brows set into a firm glare.

“Are you not gonna go and find her, Kats?” Kirishima asked, he hadn’t seen his friend look this defeated since high school.

“No fuckin’ point, I already fucked it.”

“Just go and tell her how you feel, man.” Kirishima squeezed his shoulder reassuringly, “At least then you can say you tried.”

Bakugou scoffed, shaking his head as he continued staring forward. He didn’t deserve you anyway, people like him didn’t deserve happiness.

“Sometimes it isn’t just about you.” Kirishima continued, “What about her feelings?”

“She’s better off without me.”

“That isn’t your decision to make.” Kirishima pushed, “You can’t keep being a coward-”

“I ain’t a fuckin’ coward.” Bakugou sneered.

“Then tell her how you feel.”

Bakugou stood from his chair, deliberately shouldering Kirishima out of the way as he stormed out of his office. It was probably too late, but Kirishima was right. You were the best thing that had ever happened to him, so he had to fucking try.

“There’s someone here at reception for you.” You looked from the paperwork on your desk to see one of your colleagues calling for you from across the room.

“For me?” You wondered if they’d got you confused with someone else, you didn’t know anyone in the city. And even if your friends had come to visit you here, there’s no way they’d turn up at the agency unannounced.

“You can’t just come in here Dynamight, sir—” Your eyes widened in surprise when you saw the Pro-Hero standing in the doorway, his eyes roaming over the office through his black mask as he sought you out. Immediately stilling when his gaze met your own as if it was your look alone that calmed the hurricane that blustered towards you.

“Bakugou,” You mumbled beneath your breath.

You’d spent so long and tried so hard to push him to the back of your mind that now he was finally here the emotions threatened to come bubbling back to the surface. Your throat seized up as you felt tears threatening to spill from your glassy eyes, watching him as he made a beeline for you. The entire office was silent as they watched the interaction with absolutely no subtlety, the realisation causing you to feel even more uncomfortable.

“What are you doing here?” You felt so self-conscious beneath his gaze for the first time, unsure where to look as you focused on the bright orange ‘x’ that sat across his chest. He was so much taller than you, making you feel so small in comparison. No longer having the screen separating the both of you which gave you the confidence to talk to him, instead of feeling so nervous in his company. Especially when he was clad in his signature hero outfit, everything apart from the large gauntlets he usually carried. As though he’d made it over to Manuals Agency in a rush, forgetting them in his haste.

What made it worse was the fact that you were still struggling to sleep even though it had been weeks since you’d blocked him, the pain of your last conversation with him still weighed heavy on your mind as you willed the ground to swallow you whole. The silence was deafening as you could feel his eyes drinking in the sight of you, you couldn’t recall the last time you’d felt so hideous.

Wishing that you’d had some sort of divine intervention this morning when you’d woken up for work and put some make-up on to try and hide the darkened bags beneath your eyes or your slight uneven skin tone.

“I needed to talk to you,” Bakugou spoke simply, his gaze unwavering.

“You haven’t wanted to talk to me for weeks and suddenly you show up at my office?” You crossed your hands over your chest, trying to grant yourself some comfort as you held your own.

“I-” He paused, as though trying to think of the words first.

“You can’t just show up at my job unannounced after what you did,” You raise your voice in a mock whisper as you look around the agency at your colleagues, feeling sets of eyes on you as the Number Seven hero Dynamight stood tall in their office, looming over everyone with that same domineering energy he conducted each time he entered a room.

“I needed to talk to you, please,” He continued, “Will you come outside with me?”

“No,” You shake your head, trying to push back the tears that threaten to fall, “You don’t get to come in trying to control things when you’re the one that fucked this up.”

“I know I fucked up, I know.” He sighed, “Please will you at least talk to me in private?”

You chewed the inside of your lip, wishing that you’re resolve was stronger. If there was one thing you knew about Dynamight from the media it was that he didn’t beg, but the pleading look that you saw on his face now said otherwise.

“Wait here,” You heaved a sigh as you moved back to your desk to pick up your bag, switching your monitor off before walking towards your boss' table to let him know you were taking lunch.

“Isn’t it a little early for that?” You turned your head to the side slightly as you watched his gaze meet Dynamight’s stoic stare as he glanced back towards you with wide eyes, “Oh, I see- take as long as you need.”

Moving back through your office as you walked straight past Bakugou, leaving the same way he came in as you took him around the Manual Agency building, coming to a small square with an understated water fountain outside. A mock version of the Normal Hero stood in the middle as it shot out streams of water in various directions, a simple ode to his quirk.

“I eat my lunch out here sometimes,” You mumbled softly, moving to sit on one of the vacant benches around the fountain as you smiled softly at the water feature.

“S’nice.” Bakugou whispered, standing awkwardly beside your seated figure before he dropped down beside you. Pulling his black mask up over his face until it lay against the top of his forehead, pushing some of the blond messy spikes from his face. Hating the way your body betrayed you as you looked at how attractive it made him, your eyes flitting towards his lips and the stubble that shadowed his jawline before averting your gaze.

“Why are you really here, Bakugou?” You asked, chancing a glance at the blond, “You made your feelings pretty clear already.”

“Why wouldn’t you video chat with me?” He murmured softly.

Biting your lip as you tried to work out how to explain to him why you couldn’t, why you didn’t. Suddenly feeling the vulnerability of not having a screen to hide behind or a keyboard to use. This time face to face with the object of your affections, your heart felt like it was caught in your throat as you took a deep breath.

“I was scared, okay.” You exhaled softly, “I’ve never looked good on video, and I didn’t want you to think I was ugly.”

“You- what?” Bakugou couldn’t believe what you were saying, why would he think you were ugly?

“I was with my ex for a while,” You smiled bitterly, “Used to think he was the love of my life.”

You almost laughed looking back at the memory, it felt like worlds away from where you were now.

“We used to video chat a lot, especially when he had to work late or I picked up extra shifts,” You continued, “But he used to say I looked horrible on video, that the camera picked up all my worst angles.”

You could feel the tears beginning to build up again, and you sniffed, looking up at the sky as you tried to stop them from falling. Trying desperately not to cry in front of Bakugou, exhaling softly as you continued.

“And then I found out who you were, and how attractive you were, and how many beautiful girls you’ve probably been with and I couldn’t do it.” You shook your head, “I just kept hearing those same words from my ex, and I couldn’t bear hearing them from you.”

“Wouldn’t have called you ugly,” He scoffed, “There’s no way.”

“No, but you would’ve thought it- and that’s almost just as bad.” You sniffed, tears clinging to your lashes as they blurred your vision.

“Ain’t an ugly part of you.” He mumbled, chewing his lip. The words causing you to scoff as you shook your head in disagreement.

“I saw your Instagram,” He continued.

“Oh god, there are some horrible tagged photos of me on there,” You groaned, willing the ground to swallow you whole as you pictured Bakugou’s face as he went through your page. A look of pure disgust on his features as he found the ones where you were making silly faces with your friends, or coming home from a long night out.

“I didn’t see a single ugly photo.” His eyes met yours, tugging one of his gloves off as he dropped it onto the bench beside him. Raising his thumb to brush the tears from your cheek.

“You believe me now?” You smiled woefully, moving away from his touch. Certain that if you leaned into it you’d melt back into him.

“I shouldn’t have acted like that.” Bakugou shook his head.

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have.” You could feel the anger building inside you. “We could’ve just spoke about it like adults, but instead you decided to come in on the defensive-”

“I-” He began, but you cut him off.

“You fucking thought I was the one lying to you, when you’re the one that said he was a Pro-Hero.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, so quietly you weren’t even sure you’d heard it.

“I just don’t know why you couldn’t just talk to me.” You mumbled.

“My ex,” Bakugou began, shifting on the bench to stare at the water that danced across the fountain, sparkling in the bright afternoon sunlight, “Ended up leaving me and selling a story to the papers.”

He raised his thumb up to his lips, biting down on the pad as he continued to avoid your gaze, staying quiet beside him as you allowed him the time to continue his story.

“Turned out she was only with me for the money, not because she actually wanted to be with me,” He lamented.

“But you’re Dynamight, why wouldn’t she wanna be with just you?” You raised a brow, there were thousands of women out there who would’ve killed to be in her position.

“‘m just an asshole, I guess.” He shrugged, “When she left me she actually said that no one would love someone as cold as me.”

He scoffed as he shook his head, letting his palms drop back onto his lap, “She was probably right.”

“I mean, you are an asshole.” You smiled softly, “But I still like you.”

“Yeah?” He replied, a small smile on his face as he turned his head to face you.

Returning the gesture as you slipped your hand into his upturned palm, lacing your fingers together as you squeezed softly, feeling the palm slick with sweat as you took note of how much bigger his hands were compared to yours.

“I should’ve been the one thinking you were a catfish,” You laughed, “You’re a fucking Pro-Hero.”

“I know,” He groaned, hesitating for a moment before he continued, “Please just let me make it up to you?”

“It’s gonna take a lot of making up,” You gave his palm another squeeze, “And Mapo Tofu.”

Bakugou smiled at the words, “You got a deal, princess.”

You shyly met his gaze as you leaned forward, keeping your grip on his hand as you met his lips in a gentle kiss. His gloved palm moved up to cup your cheek as he deepened it, swiping his tongue against your bottom lip before delving forward. Brushing against your own as you melted into him, tilting your head to the side as he deepened the kiss. This was exactly what you’d been fantasising about ever since you’d first met him all those weeks ago online and you couldn’t believe that it was actually happening here and now. Wondering if you were going to wake up and it would all be a dream. Reluctantly breaking the kiss as he lay his forehead against your own, his gloved thumb stroking your cheek as you both basked in the intimacy of the moment for a little longer.

“Come to my house for dinner,” He asks gruffly, noticing the hesitation on your face as he chews his lip.

“What, now?” You raised a brow.

“Tch, yeah.” He shrugs, “Lemme make it up to you.”

“I’ve gotta get back to work, Bakugou. I just walked out-” You began but he cut you off.

“Manual owes me so many fuckin’ favours I’m cashin’ in on this one right now.”

Jumping up to sit on his kitchen counter as you watched him begin to gather the ingredients he needed to cook for you, a soft smile on your face when you noticed how comfortable he looked. A completely different face to the usually bold and brash Pro-Hero Dynamignt.

“What you statin’ at?” He rasped, looking over his shoulder at you as he placed a pan onto his stove.

“You.” You replied with a grin, your legs gently swaying from side to side as he turned to face you.

“Be careful, princess.” He rasped.

“It’s just nice getting to watch you cook,” You hummed, “I’m so used to just hearing it over voice chat.”

It felt so surreal that you’d not only met the man you’d been talking to for weeks but you were currently sitting in his huge apartment in one of the tallest high rises in the city. You’d expected the inside to be lavish and overstated if the ride up in the elevator was anything to go by. You were afraid to touch anything because everything looked expensive, terrified of leaving a mark on the perfect building. It almost made you feel out of place like you weren’t supposed to be here, that people like you didn’t belong in places like this.

Relieved when you’d stepped inside Bakugou’s apartment to find it looked relatively homely. The large, lavish furniture that you’d been expecting to fill the huge space was instead understated pieces that you could see yourself purchasing. Immediately giving a humble quality to the top ten Pro, although there were still a few examples of wealth that sat around the apartment. Multiple gaming consoles beneath a lavish television, his gaming setup looked custom-built and held his signature colours, and the subtle All Might merchandise that sat in key places around the room— all signed. He was still worlds away from your life, and the thought scared you slightly as you tried to push it to the back of your mind.

“Well,” Breaking you out of your thoughts as he came over to you, resting his large palms on your waist as he looked into your eyes, “If someone had video chatted with me, they would’ve seen me cook a long time ago.”

Even from your position on the island, your head was still lower than his own, your eyeline meeting his collarbones as he squeezed your hips softly.

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” You pouted, Bakugou unable to resist as he leaned forward to steal a kiss, “But I was scared.”

“I can’t believe you thought I’d think you were ugly,” He shook his head in disbelief, “Ain’t a single part of you that’s ugly.”

“You have to say that,” You sighed.

“You callin’ me a liar?” He raised a brow, if there was one thing Bakugou wasn't, it was a liar.

“No,” You shook your head, reaching up to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. Spreading your thighs slightly to create more space so he could slip between them, bringing him closer to you.

“Good.” He leaned forward to steal a kiss, smirking when your head tried to follow his lips when he pulled back, “Better not be.”

“I still can’t believe you came into my office,” You smiled, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck, “I’m pretty sure you gave my boss a heart attack.”

“I just knew I fucked up,” He grunted, “Had to fix it.”

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore.” You mumbled.

“I swear to you,” He raised one of his large palms to cup your cheek, leaning into his touch as he met your gaze, “I gotcha now, ain’t ever gonna let you go.”

“You promise?” You felt your heart begin to speed up at his words.

“I promise,” He stroked his thumb over your cheek.

“But what if you find someone better?” You mumbled.

“Whatcha mean ‘better’?” He scoffed.

“I dunno, like nicer, prettier-” You continued feebly.

Bakugou grabbed your wrist in one of his large palms, bringing your hand between your bodies as he pushed it against his crotch. Opening your hand as you lay it flat on top of the fabric, feeling the prominent bulge beneath as your lashes fluttered at the sensation.

“Do ya feel that?” He rasps, “That’s what you fuckin’ do to me, princess.”

Your lips parted in a silent moan as you felt his hips languidly roll into your touch, giving himself some needed friction as he pecked the corner of your mouth, his nose nuzzling your cheek.

“So don’t ever convince yourself that you’re ugly, or that I don’t want you because I really fuckin’ do.” He groaned, his warm breath fanning your face as you became bolder.

Using your grip on his shoulders to bring him down into a soft kiss, your fingers carding through the short hairs at the base of his undercut as you became bolder, pressing down harder on the bulge between his thighs to add to the friction. Your fingers tried to curl around his length through the fabric as he shamelessly began to rut his hips into your touch.

“You’re irresistible.” He growled against your lips, his warm palms sliding along your thighs as he found the curve of your ass. Squeezing your cheeks roughly as he pulled your ass to the edge of the island, moving your hand from his crotch to his shoulder to steady yourself as you gasped in surprise. Your thighs squeezed around his hips as you felt his crotch pressed snug against yours.

“Fuck,” He groaned, feeling the heat radiating from your core, your skirt riding higher up your thighs as all that was between him and your cunt was the thin fabric of your panties.

“Katsuki,” You hummed when you felt him begin to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck. Stopping at your pulse point as his teeth latched on, biting down as he felt moans vibrating in your throat. His tongue slipped out to salve at the mark that was certain to darken as he continued lower, pressing his lips into the junction of your neck and shoulder as he repeated the action. Feeling your body grind against his in response as he began to stroke the apex of your thighs. Dipping his thumbs between them as he massaged the soft skin, moving dangerously close to your outer labia as listened to the way your breath hitched in your throat each time he neared your heat.

Dragging the back of his knuckle against the crotch of your panties as he heard you gasp in surprise, a cocky grin on his lips as he sought out your clit beneath the thin fabric, feeling your body throb from his ministrations.

“Don’t tease me,” You mumbled, rolling your hips into his touch as he pressed his thumb against your slit, pressing down on your panties as he pushed them between your folds, dragging the digit lower as he moved towards your tight entrance. Deliberately pressing against it through the fabric, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to slip inside you. The tip of his thumb barely pressed against your walls as he felt them flutter around him in anticipation.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Your slick now soaking your panties as he watches your reaction, continuing to circle your needy hole.

“Don’t tease me,” You almost whined, glancing up at your face to see your lashes fluttering as your pupils dilated, his cock twitching beneath his pants as he swore under his breath, “Please, Katsu.”

“Fuck,” He groaned, it was so damn hard to resist you.

Bakugou moved his fingers to the hem of your panties, tugging them down your hips as he helped ease you off the island just enough to pull them down your thighs. Almost ripping the fabric in his haste as he let them fall forgotten to the kitchen floor, dropping to his knees between your thighs as he brought you towards the edge of the counter.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He groaned, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks at the way his vermilion eyes were staring between your thighs.

His thumbs slipping up to spread your outer labia as he took in the creamy lines of slick that were glistening against your folds, gazing towards your entrance where your essence was pooling from. Inhaling thickly as you found yourself becoming more self-conscious beneath his gaze, trying to close your thighs to hide your intimacy.

“Stop,” He murmured, dilated pupils looking up at you as he held you open, “You’ve got no idea how many times I’ve thought about how perfect you’d look here-”

His thumb moved forward to brush a line along your slit, deliberately pressing against your clit to pull a sweet whine from your lips as he playfully tapped it.

“How many times I’ve fucked my fist to the thought of your pretty little pussy.” His words were like liquid sin, flowing through your veins and evoking the desire that brewed deep inside you, making every inch of you feel like you were on fire.

“Katsuki,” You whispered his name, feeling his breath ghosting your slit as he brought his lips closer to where you wanted them most, “Please-”

“I can’t resist you when you say my name like that,” He rasped, nostrils flaring before he moved forward. Laying his tongue flat as he licked a stripe along your slit, the sensation causing your body to jerk as he immediately held your thighs to stop you from moving away. Repeating the motion as he shamelessly slurped at your slick, tasting you on his tongue as he began to delve deeper. The tip of his tongue catching your tight entrance as his nose nudged your clit, bullying his way inside your quivering walls as you moved your hand to the messy spikes on the top of his head as your nails scratched at his scalp. Pushing the hair back from his forehead so you could get a better look at him feasting on your cunt like a man starved, the crude slurping that filled the kitchen had you throbbing. The sound should’ve been depraved, embarrassing but it had you intoxicated on him as you listened to how desperate he was for you.

His tongue lashing against your inner walls, pushing it as deep as he could inside you as you continued to cry out for him, one of your thighs over his shoulder as you pressed the heel of your foot into his back. Bakugou dragged his tongue higher to focus on your clit as a thick finger pressed against your needy hole, slipping inside you as he curled it towards the spongy spot inside you. His tongue flicking your clit as his lips wrapped around it, feeling just how tight you were on his finger— how much tighter you’d feel stretched around his cock. The thought alone had him throbbing between his thighs, rutting his hips to try and create some friction against his pants as he added a second finger inside your dripping heat. The subtle stretch had you calling out his name, tightening your grip in his messy hair as you pushed his head harder into your cunt.

“Kats- oh, fuck.” You trailed off, feeling the calloused pads of his fingers focused on the same spot inside you as he gave quick, deliberate flicks of his wrist, “I’m gonna-”

“Come on, baby.” He goaded you, his voice rumbling against your clit. Eyes staring up at you from between your thighs as he wanted to watch when he made you come undone, “Cum for me.”

You felt your release surge through your body in harsh waves, your lips parting in a squeal as your body jerked. Your toes curling as you pressed harder against his back, his tongue unrelenting on your clit as he continued flicking the sensitive nub helping you to ride out your release.

“Oh my god,” You mumbled, your chest heaving as you felt tremours continue to ebb through you, your tight walls clenching around nothing as Bakugou pulled his soaked fingers from your dripping folds. Shamelessly bringing them to his lips to clean your slick from them as he slipped his tongue between them. The sight alone was lewd, erotic as it had your clit throbbing for more.

“You are pure sin,” He groaned, pressing wet kisses against your inner thighs as he watched you come down from your high. Moving back to wipe the mixture of your slick and his spit from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand.

Your hands grabbing for him, trying to pull him back up to you as you pulled his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as you clung to him for some semblance of reality, unable to truly believe that this was really happening right now.

“C‘mere.” He slurred, giving a rut of his hips to your soaking core, uncaring that your slick left a wet mark against his pants as he gripped your ass. Lifting you from the counter as you squealed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Please, Katsuki.” You squealed, “I’m too heavy.”

“Shut up, woman.” He scoffed, “You think I can’t carry ya?”

He deliberately squeezed your thighs, using them as leverage to push your body into the air. A scream left your lips as you felt yourself leave his grip for a moment, gravity bringing you back down into his arms as he bounced you in the air. Your hands scrambling for his shoulders as you held him tightly, ensuring he didn’t try and repeat the action as he let out a hearty laugh.

“You’re so damn cute,” He stole a kiss as he carried you through his apartment towards his bedroom, keeping you in his arms as he lay you on the soft sheets beneath him.

Your legs still wrapped around him as he brought you into another sloppy kiss that was all tongue and teeth, no sense of urgency as he languidly rolled his hips into you, leaving more lines of your slick against the material, the movement causing delicious friction as he kept pressing himself against you.

You caged his face with both palms, fingers brushing against the stubble that decorated his jawline as you brought him into another sloppy kiss. Languidly lapping your tongue against his lips with no real sense of urgency, just enjoying the moment with him.

The slow, sensual movement was not enough for the man above you as you felt him growl deep in his chest, capturing the sound with your mouth as he pulled back. Fingers slipping down to the hem of your shirt to pull it up and over your head, leaving you in your basic black bra. The fabric caged your breasts as he raised a large palm up to massage the soft mounds, looking at the size difference between them and his palm.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about these a lot too,” He groaned, pressing hot, searing kisses along your sternum. His hands pushed their way between you and the mattress as he felt for the clasp, roughly pinching and tugging at it until he felt it go lax, “They’re even prettier than the pictures.”

Smirking as he pulled back from your chest to remove the unnecessary obstacle as he threw it haphazardly to the floor.

“My pretty girl,” He hummed, his hands skirting up your sides as calloused thumbs brushed the underside of your breasts, teasing the supple skin as his eyes continued to drink in the newly revealed territory. Circling the pads of his thumbs around your darkened areolas as he heard the breath hitch in your throat, grazing your nipples as he watched them stiffen to hardened peaks beneath his ministrations.

Moving down to engulf one of your nipples between his lips, his tongue rolling over the surface as his teeth bit down slightly. Groaning around it as he tugged, pulling more sweet sounds from between your lips as your fingers found purchase back in his hair. Holding him against your chest as your nails grazed his scalp, pressing kisses between the junction of your breasts as he moved to give the other one more of the same attention.

“Katsuki,” You whined, shifting your hips as you tried to push your crotch against his, “I wanna touch you too,”

“Yeah?” He smirked, pulling away from your nipple now soaked with his spit as he playfully blew cool air on the sensitive peak. Watching the way your lashes fluttered for him as he kissed it softly.

“Please,” You reached out to grab his belt, the utility belt sat forgotten in his kitchen as he was left with the one holding up his pants as he helped you to unbuckle it. Sliding off the bed to tug the fabric down his thick, muscular thighs.

You shamelessly sat up on your forearms to watch the display as he kicked the forgotten garment off carelessly, your eyes instantly zoning in on the darkened stain against his boxer briefs. His pre soaking through the fabric as the thick length of him lay flat against his pelvis. Moving onto your knees as you came to the edge of the bed, watching him pull his vest up over his head as you saw his bare chest face to face for the first time.

You’d always known he had a body carved by the gods, every inch of him pure muscle as a result of the constant training for his job. Scars and marks gracing his torso as signs of the downfall of his career, things that should’ve made him look less appealing but somehow those imperfections only served to make him more perfect.

Reaching out to run your hands against the exposed skin, allowing your fingers to press into every dip and curve of his torso as you navigated towards his bulging pectorals. Watching his eyes flutter as you brushed your thumbs against his stiff nipples, hearing his breath hitch in his throat as he stroked the back of his hand against your cheek. Moving lower as you did everything you’d imagined doing to him when he’d first sent you those naked pictures, running your hands through the blond, silvery wisps of hair that scattered his chest as you followed them towards the hem of his boxers. Your hand reaching out to palm him through the fabric, fingers barely able to wrap around him before he had your wrist caged in his large palm.

“Don’t,” He growled low in his throat, holding your hand away from his cock.

“I want to make you feel good too.” Uncertainty in your tone as you worried that it was something he didn’t want you to do, the insecurities beginning to form in the back of your mind as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Another time, princess.” He rasped, watching his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, “You touch me like that I won’t fuckin’ last.”

He leaned forward to press his thumb against your pouty lips, holding your chin in his hand as he dragged down.

“Especially with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” Your lips parting for him as he pressed his thumb inside your mouth, groaning as he felt your tongue wrap around it. Hollowing your cheeks as you sucked it hard, glancing up as you watched his eyes roll. Pressing down on the flat of your tongue as he eased your jaw open, his cock throbbing at the thought of slipping inside your mouth, but it would have to be saved for another time. Already feeling himself close to his limit just by being this near to you, your scent intoxicating as it overwhelmed his senses. Unable to remember the last time he’d been with another person, the tension that had built up since he’d first met you still swelling inside him as he tried to calm his racing heart.

You moved your hands to your skirt as you unzipped the fabric, easing it down your hips to leave you naked in front of him for the first time. His hands moved to lay you flat against the bed before you stopped him, pulling him down onto the bed beside you as you straddled his torso.

“At least let me make you feel good like this,” You whispered, placing soft kisses against his collarbone as he felt your slick soaking the hairs along his pelvis.

“Oh fuck, baby.” He groaned, reaching back to grab a pillow to prop his head up so he could get the perfect view of you on top of him.

His thick cock lay flat against his abdomen as you watched fresh pre leaking from the slit, oozing onto his skin as you moved yourself on top of him to sit on it, your folds parting as you felt the warmth of his length against your most intimate place. Your wetness soaking his length as you began to languidly roll your hips on top of him, shamelessly grinding yourself against his thick cock. Your clit caught against the underside of his tip with each roll of your hips as you used him for your own pleasure.

Your hands trailed over his torso as your fingers began to follow the lines of scars that littered his skin, some of them darker than others. An indication of which ones were new and which he’d had for a while, fading over time but still leaving rough skin in their wake. Your fingers brushing one that sat dangerously close to his heart, wanting to ask the story behind it as you stored the sight for later. A time and a place for everything, your hands trailing lower as you began to brush your fingers through the light blond hair that scattered against his chest, following it on its path until it went to his pelvis. Your fingers brushed against the tip of his cock as he let out a sharp gasp, his chest caving slightly from the sensation as goosebumps began to appear on his skin.

“You’re determined to make me cum all over myself, aren’tcha sweetheart?” He groaned, running his hands along your thighs as he watched you grinding against his cock, “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

You moved to sit back on his thighs before moving to wrap your hands around his cock now slick with you, causing Bakugou to hiss before his hand moved down to hood the base of his cock. He watched as you slowly moved to sink down on his length, the first roll of your hips had the blunt tip of his cock missing your hole as it caught against your clit, causing you to groan in surprise.

“Shit,” The erotic sight had Bakugou groaning as you repositioned yourself, his other hand holding your hip tightly as he helped you sink down on his length.

“Oh, fuck Katsuki,” You mumbled, feeling the fat head of his cock slip past the first ring of muscle as he began to stretch you out around him. Unable to recall the last time you’d ever had something so big inside you, if ever.

“I know, baby. I know.” He cooed, his thumb moving to rub messy circles against your clit to help ease the ache as you began to rock your hips against his cock. Slowly taking more of him inside your eager walls as you felt the dull burn slowly morphing into pleasure, a gasp leaving your lips when you felt the fatness of the middle of his length stretching you out. The prominent veins dragged against your inner walls perfectly as you finally buried him inside you to the hilt. Sitting flat on his pelvis as you adjusted to the intrusion, your walls fluttering around him as he moved both hands to your thighs, “Takin’ me so fuckin’ well.”

You splayed your hands against his stomach for leverage as you slowly began to move your hips, lifting yourself up before dropping yourself back down on his length.

“You like that?“ He hummed, smirking at the euphoric look on your face as you let out a shameless moan, “Yeah, you do.”

Admiring the way your body looked above him as you used him for your own pleasure, rolling your hips to have your clit catching against the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his cock. Only adding to the friction as you set a steady pace, biting down on your bottom lip as you sought your own pleasure.

There was something about the way that Bakugou was looking at you in this position, like you were some sort of ethereal goddess. Eyes full of lust and adoration as he stared at you like you were the only thing on this earth that mattered.

Even though you were on top it was clear that Bakugou still maintained all control, a domineering force through every aspect of his life.

“So messy, sweetheart.” He groaned as his thumbs moved to the dip of your pelvis, pushing your body back slightly to the creamy rings of slick that you left around the base of his cock, matting into his pubic hair.

“‘m close,” You mumbled, your pace becoming sloppy as you tried to angle your hips so his cock hit the same spot inside you each time. You looked so debauched like this for him, your bruised lips parted in a moan as you gazed down at him through glassy eyes.

Bakugou’s hands moving to the curve of your ass as he squeezed the cheeks roughly, his fingers digging in the supple skin as he pulled back to spank you hard. Feeling the way you spasmed around him as he repeated the motion, causing you to cry out for him as he alternated cheeks, holding you steady as he spread your cheeks, adding to the stretch as he felt you becoming restless on top of him.

“Are you tired, pretty girl?” He cooed softly as you nodded your head pathetically, a pout on your lips as you teetered so close to your release. Moving your body so you were pressed chest to chest, burying your head into the curve of his neck as you continued to feebly roll your hips. You just needed something to help you over the edge-

Bakugou smoothed his hands along your spine, feeling your soft skin before holding your hips steady, fingers dipping into the plush as he set a steady pace. A sheer display of strength as he began to rut his hips up into you, your breath fanning his skin as you moaned into his neck.

“Come on, sweet girl.” He mumbled softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “Cum for me.”

“Fuck,” You cried out, feeling the coil inside you so close to breaking as Bakugou moved his thick thighs behind you, feeling then press against the curve of your ass as he planted his feet flat on the mattress. Using the new position to add more force to his movements as he fucked up into you, the sound of skin against skin filling the air as you found yourself tumbling into your climax. The power behind his thrusts, even though he was beneath you. Crying out his name as the noise was muffled by his neck as your walls began to quiver around him, milking his cock as you rode out your release.

“Good girl,” He groaned, messily rutting his hips up into you as he felt you continue to tremble around him.

“Katsuki,” You whispered shyly, tilting your head to the side to catch his gaze, “You didn’t cum.”

“I know, baby.” He continued stroking his hands along your back, warmth from his quirk radiating from his palms as he held you.

“I wanna make you cum too,” You whined, planting your hands on either side of his head as you pushed yourself up. Your breasts hung in his face as he couldn’t resist reaching up to fondle them, squeezing gently as he felt you throb around his cock.

Whining when he moved his grip to your hips to lift you off his cock, moving your body to lay beside his as he settled himself between your thighs, pushing them back towards your chest as he glanced down at your stretched hole, still fluttering in the aftershocks of your release.

“Gonna let me use your sweet pussy to make me cum?” He tapped his cock covered in your slick against your slit, watching you nod your head as he slowly began to push himself inside you.

“You have no idea how perfect you are.” He groaned as your walls greedily sucked him back in, “It’s like you were made for me.”

Your walls clinging to him, even tighter after your release as he selfishly used you for his own pleasure.

“God, I’m not gonna last much longer.” He rasped, trying to contain himself to focus on your pleasure. But you had to make it so hard, with the way you were squeezing around his cock, convinced if he met your gaze you’d have him coming undone in an instant.

“Think you’ve got one more in there for me, sweetheart?” He grunted, slipping his fingers between your connected bodies to press sloppy circles against your overstimulated clit.

“I can’t,” You cried out, the sensation causing your body to shake, “S’too much.”

“Shh, I know you can, sweetheart.” He cooed softly, his voice a gentle rasp, “Be a good girl for me.”

“Shit, I can feel you squeezin’ me, I know you’re close-” Bakugou tore a guttural whine from your lips as he stole another climax from you, your release rippling through you in harsh waves as you cried out his name.

“That’s it, baby.” Moving his hand from your clit to reposition it on the back of your thigh as he began thrusting into you with renewed vigour, hungrily chasing his own end as he felt you continuing to clench around him, “So good for me.”

Your breasts bounced with the ferocity of his movements, feeling the blunt head of his cock deep inside your tight cunt as it kissed your cervix with each forward motion, creating a delicious ache inside you. His balls slapping against the curve of your ass as the lewd sound of him fucking into your stretched heat filled the room.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum,” He groaned, adjusting his hips as he prepared to pull out, ready to paint a pretty picture against your skin the way he’d fantasised about more times than he could count.

“Cum inside me,” You manage to rasp breathlessly, Bakugou’s vermilion eyes meeting your gaze as he felt himself falling over the edge. Your nails left crescent-shaped moons against his shoulder blades as you held him to you, not wanting him to leave your slick heat.

“Oh, fuck.” Bakugou rasps, the words have his cock throbbing as he cums inside you with a grunt. His hips snug against yours as his heavy balls press against the curve of your ass, his thighs quivering as he shoots white, hot ropes of cum inside your eager walls as you continue clenching around him.

Bakugou leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, a thin sheen of sweat coating both your bodies as it had you sticking to him comfortably, pushing the sweaty hair from his brow as you cupped his cheeks. Basking in the afterglow together as your tight cunt continued to clench around his cock. Shifting his hips as he felt himself begin to soften inside you.

“No,” You whined with a pout as you felt him slowly start to pull himself from your tightness, his eyes immediately focusing on the mess between your thighs as his cum began to seep out of your trembling walls.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, princess.” He groaned when he slipped his fingers towards your folds to press his drooling cum back inside your fluttering hole, the action causing you to cry out as he teased your overstimulated sex, “‘m sorry, you just look so pretty like this.”

He flopped down beside you as you felt his cock soft against your thigh, leaving lines of your slick against your skin as he pulled your body against his.

“Shall I run you a bath?” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Mmm, in a little.” You gave him a small smile, “Can we just lie here for a bit?”

“Course, baby.” He held you against his firm body as his fingers continued drawing absentminded patterns on your skin.

“Did you think we’d ever meet?” You asked softly, staring up at the ceiling.

“I wanted to,” He rasped, stroking your hair gently as you lay together basking in the afterglow, “But I wasn’t sure if we ever would.”

“I’m glad we did,” You smiled softly, leaning into his touch as he pressed warm lips against your temple.

“Me too, princess.” He whispered against your skin, “Me too.”

“Katsuki,” You mumbled, feeling the man beside you becoming drowsy as his breath became shallow.

“Hmm,” He replied softly, exhaling through his nose.

“What are we?” You tried to find the right words to use, “You know- after everything.”

“What do ya mean, princess?” He raised a brow in question as you paused.

“I mean-” You took a deep breath before answering, “What would you call our relationship right now?”

“You’re my girlfriend,” He replied as though it was the most simple question in the world.

“Girlfriend?” Butterflies fluttered around your heart at his admission, unable to hide the grin on your face.

“Yeah, unless you don’t wanna be?” He opened his eyes slightly to see your reaction.

“No, I wanna be.” You smiled softly, “I was just worried that-”

“What? That we’d do this and I’d let things go back to how they were before?” You smiled as he took your cheek in one of his large palms, meeting your gaze, “I just got ya, you think I’m letting you go that easy?”

You smiled at his reaction, leaning forward to place a soft kiss against his lips as you felt his grip around you tighten.

“I mean someone’s gotta look after you,” He pulled you tighter into his arms, “Your weapon of choice is a scythe.”

“Hey,” You tried to move out of his grip, but his hold was too strong as you struggled beneath him. Both muscular arms locking you in place as he let out a husky laugh, “I could beat your ass any day.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sweetheart. I’ll hold you to it, you wait.” He snuggled back against his pillow, “I’m no match for you.”

“You talk the big talk, Dynamight.” You laughed when he shot you a glare, “Promising me dinner and instead you took me to bed.”

“Hey, if someone hadn’t jumped me in the kitchen we would’ve been enjoying my food right now.”

“I didn’t jump you.” Your mouth opened in mock offence, gasping at him, “You were the one that started it.”

“I was just trying to make you dinner,” He shook his head, “Anyway, we already know I’m the one that’s gonna be cooking since you can’t cook for shit, sweetheart.”

“Hey,” You furrowed your brows as you poked his side, “I can too.”

“Ramen packets don’t count,” He scrunched his nose, moving a hand to squeeze your hip.

“Pfft, after I beat your ass in Equilibrium, I’m gonna make you the best meal you’ve ever eaten.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it, princess.”

“To your right,” Bakugou’s voice cried out from your headset as you squealed in surprise, button smashing as you tried to avoid the mountain troll that was coming towards you, “Fuck-”

“A bit more warning next time, maybe?” You shouted back, your character ducking as the troll swung his bat towards you. Brandishing your scythe as you lunged forward, chancing a swipe at it.

“Oi, I fuckin’ told ya, didn’t I?” He rasped, “What more do you want from me?”

“Maybe some support?” You yelled back.

“I can’t save your ass every fuckin’ time sweetheart.” He took out a potion to refill his own stamina, just as he saw your avatar run straight by him brandishing your scythe, “What the fuck are you doin’?!”

He watched as your avatar jumped directly towards the troll, spinning in a circle as the blade of your scythe flew out. Barely able to move his own avatar back in time before the force of your swing hit its target. Knocking directly into its middle as the beast fell backwards.

The blue ‘VICTORY’ splash screen illuminated as you pumped a fist in the air, dancing in your chair as the game showed your rewards and achievements unlocked.

“Did you do that on purpose?” Bakugou pulled his headphones off as he dumped them onto his desk, swivelling his chair to face you, “I thought you were gonna get us both killed-”

“I just like keeping you on your toes,” You spoke back, keeping your headphones on as you kept your focus on the game.

“Think it’s about time I found a new gaming partner,” He shook his head, “One that doesn’t have a death wish.”

“You’d never replace me,” You smiled, swirling in your chair to face him as he stood, walking towards you.

Your own gaming set-up now takes pride of place inside his apartment, not long after meeting Bakugou had asked you to move in with him. One look around your apartment by the coast he’d already decided the best part about it was the view, and there was no way he was allowing you to stay there a moment longer.

“I dunno, maybe I could find someone that picks a better weapon than a fuckin’ scythe.” He sneered playfully.

“My boyfriends so mean,” You pouted as he pulled your pink kitten headphones down off your ears, letting them sit around your neck as he held the handles of your gaming chair, unable to resist stealing a kiss as he bent down to your level.

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes, “You love me, don’t lie.”

“Yeah,” You breathed, staring up at him, “I really do.”

“Tch, I love you too. Shitty woman.”

After moving to Musutafu, Equilibrium had been a great distraction from your less than perfect reality. Helping you to avoid those lonely, isolating moments of life that you despised. Creating your own online world where you could be yourself without the doubts and insecurities that life would often throw at you, giving you a moment to be yourself and find happiness in this virtual world.

“Aren’t you excited?” Mina gushes and loops her arm through yours, “In a week we get to find out who our soulmate is!”

“So excited,” you say unenthusiastically. Literally the last thing I want to deal with right now.

“Aw come on,” Mina pouts, “Aren’t you at least curious who it could be?”

Shouts come from one end of the gym, two men in suits redirect a familiar ash blond man.

“You can’t fucking make me!” Bakugou shouts.

“I know who I don’t want it to be,” you reply tartly. Mina follows your gaze to Bakugou as two more government agents strong-arm him into walking to his testing area.

“Oh, doesn’t he work in the lab with you?” Mina asks.

“We’re in different departments,” you sigh and watch your former classmate and co-valedictorian from university practically foams at the mouth about taking this damn test. Both of you raced to finish your degrees and naturally both of you tied. “He’s in the research and development part and I’m in production-”

“It’s all biochemical engineering, so like, same thing?” Mina scrunches her nose as you start to get into the nitty gritty of work. “Luckily you have the whole country to go through.”

“Yeah,” you say bitterly, not looking forward to the next three hours that will determine who you marry for life.

You follow the crowd like a zombie, walking into a classroom and sitting at your designated seat. A government agent stands at the front of the room, reading a welcome prompt and the instructions: take the test, get a cheek swab, and you’ll have your soulmate in 3-5 business days.

The desks illuminate and turn into giant touch screens. Taking a deep breath, you dive in.

“Could you fucking not?” you snap at Katsuki. He paces around the dining room, phone in one hand, tablet in another, and snags bites of food on the table when he’s not talking.

“What?” he snaps back at you after muting himself.

“Take your phone calls during breakfast?”

“I have a meeting with other branches in three different timezones,” he scowls, “I’d like to see you try to coordinate that.”

“We have an office you can use,” you point out, your irritation at his dig about lack of coordinating skills bubbling beneath the surface of your skin.

“Yeah?” he shouts, “Well I’m eating! Food stays out here!” You slam your fists on the table, ready to start the daily screaming match that you’re pretty sure could wake the whole neighborhood when the doorbell rings. When Katsuki makes no move to answer it, you stomp over and rip the door open,

“What?!” you snap. The mail delivery bot extends two metal arms; in one sits a tablet for you to sign for the mail, the other holds an official blue envelope from the government. The blood drains from your face and you hastily sign for your mail and rip it open. The mail bot rolls away and heads to its next stop.

Your heart leaps to your throat as you rip open the envelope. Your stomach twists and fills with dread as you read each word carefully.

“Katsuki,” you say and shut the door. When he doesn’t respond, you shout louder at him. “Katsuki!”

“What?!” he grits his teeth and whirls around to face you.

“Hang up.”

“Are you kidding me? I-”

“Reschedule,” you say eerily calmly and hold up the open blue envelope. “We got another letter.” The anger melts away and he hangs up without so much as a goodbye.

“What does it say?” he swallows thickly and walks over to you.

Your eyes scan the document a final time to make sure you read everything correctly. “The typical ‘you’ve been together for five years and there’s no kids, we notice you’ve been granted pre-authorization for multiple children, people would kill for that... Do your part.”

“Toss it,” Katsuki grouses and shuffles back towards the kitchen.

“They’re going to start more rigorous intervention methods if we don’t conceive.” You drop the bomb that stops him in his tracks.

“…They’re going to hold a trial,” Katsuki clarifies. Invasive trials that have couples spilling how often they have sex, what lifestyle changes they’ve made in order to conceive, what vices that could inhibit pregnancy they divulge in – anything and everything is fair game. The media eats it up, especially in a prefecture that boasts such a high success rate of its Soulmate Program. Any couple subjected to a trial never emerges the same, a sense of shame, failure, and scandal following them around forever.

Other prefectures and countries started implementing the program to combat population drops. Any problems in the city of origin are highly publicized.

“Yes. They’re sending an agent over in six months and if there’s no improvement, this agent will ‘recommend a course of action’.”

“Fuck,” Katsuki swears, his eyes close and brow furrows as he thinks.

“What are we going to do?” you ask. There’s the obvious answer of ‘fuck more’, but that hasn’t happened in… a while.

Garnet eyes pop open and regard you harshly. “You mean what are you going to do?”

“Excuse me?” you spit out, taken aback by his words.

“If we’re having fertility issues, it can’t be me,” he shakes his head, “So fix your shit and then we’ll give it a go.” Conversation concluded in his mind, he walks off.

“Are you serious?” you follow him fuming. “‘It can’t be you?’ I’m sorry, but have you followed every possible fucking conception program out there? Have you eliminated all alcohol and coffee and basically all junk food from your diet? Have you taken a cocktail of pills meant to increase fertility that taste like ass?” You list off every sacrifice you’ve made in the past three years once it became apparent that you and Katsuki were having trouble conceiving - all in the name of trying to bear children.

Katsuki walks back over to the kitchen table and grabs his tablet. Shoving readers on his face, he takes a long sip of his coffee all the while holding your gaze. “No.” You hold your breath and wait for him to elaborate. When it’s clear he’s not going to, you explode.

“No?” you shout, “That’s it? You’re not going to help me?”

“Why should I?” Katsuki sneers, “It’s not my body.” Unbelievable. Some soulmate he is. Angry tears prick your eyes. It’s not the first time an argument has ended this way, and it won’t be the last.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” you stomp to the front door and grab your wallet.

“Where are you going?” he calls after you. As if he actually cares where I’m going.

“To fix my shit!” you scream at the top of your lungs before slamming the door shut. The neighborhood is quiet - too quiet. As if everyone bore witness to another uncomfortable argument and we’re waiting for it all to be over. Not even a breeze rustles through the trees.

By ‘fix your shit’, you meant retail therapy on his credit card followed by an afternoon lamenting in the bar drinking and eating everything you gave up all in the name of a child you don’t have yet.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” Mina’s voice sounds tinny through your phone, “But Ei got called in and our little one is sick right now.” In the background, you can hear a fussy baby crying. The joys of teething and being sick at the same time.

“That’s okay Mina,” you smile miserably and fight back tears. How could you forget that Mina’s kid was sick? It’s all she’s talked about for the past week. “We can catch up some other time.” You hold up your glass and silently ask the bartender for another drink while you listen to Mina spew apologies.

“I promise, we’ll get together soon! We have our interview for a second child permit coming up soon and it’s been so stressful,” Mina sighs. If you could, you would trade places with her. She has a loving husband who would do anything for her and an adorable child. Meanwhile, you’re in a bar in the middle of the day almost in tears because your asshole of a husband doesn’t seem to give two shits what happens to you.

“Take your time,” you hold back a sigh, “Your family is important. Tell Kiri I said ‘hi’.” Ending the call, you hold your drink up in front of your face. Looks like it’s just me and you.

“Sounds like you’re on your own?” a voice cuts in. Eyes narrowing at the intrusion, you glare at the stranger only a few seats down from you. His white long sleeve dress shirt is rolled up to his elbows, a black suit jacket draped over the back of his chair. Unruly, golden hair with matching sharp, golden eyes watch you. Unlike your husbands spiky, unmanageable hair, the stranger’s locks look soft.

“Who the fuck are you?” you snort.

“You can call me Hawks,” the man says, “Can I call you… tomorrow?”

“Smooth,” you say sarcastically and hold up your left hand, the golden band on your ring finger glinting in the light. “But unfortunately, my soulmate is still alive and all that jazz.”

“Well it sounds like you could use an ear,” he shrugs. As if he could understand any of the problems in your life.

“Hah!” you snort. That’s an understatement. An ear, a shoulder, literally anything so you’re not walking the tightrope of life on your own. “And what do you do for work that has you here in a bar in the middle of the afternoon?”

“I work for a secret branch of the government that tests DNA samples for potential soulmates and makes matches based on the outcomes of the potential offspring,” he says straight faced.

There’s a moment of silence before you burst out laughing. “Pfft, no really, what do you do?” you ask, “Do you work in one of those 9-5 corporations over in the Business District?”

“You caught me,” he gives you a cheesy smile, “But it made you laugh, didn’t it?”

“I guess it did,” you roll your eyes, “But no, you can’t call me tomorrow. I have work. And a husband.”

“As you’ve said before,” Hawks raises an eyebrow, “Is he the reason why you’re here?”

“And you caught me,” you sigh and slowly swirl your drink around in its glass before draining it.

“Can we get another round down here?” Hawks flags the bartender down. Before you can come up with a good reason why you shouldn’t have another drink, it appears before you and you drink it as if it’s the last drop of water on Earth.

“Whoa,” Hawks says, his golden eyes widening slightly, “Easy there.”

The warm elixir warms your throat. The lines of etiquette grow fuzzy as do your nerves.

“Let me tell you about my husband,” you slur and jab the bar harder than you intended. And then you proceed to fill Hawks in on the last five years of your marriage and subsequent conception issues.

“And I don’t want to do IVF,” you sway in your seat, “I don’t need people poking and prodding me down there. But does it matter what I want?” You lean against Hawks who, during your life’s story, has moved to the stool next to you. “Nooo- whoop!”

A strong arm wraps around your shoulder as you nearly fall off the barstool. Hawks helps you back into your seat, his hand resting on the small of your back before drifting back to his thigh. Blood rushes to your cheeks, and you’re pretty sure it’s not from the alcohol. How long has it been since Katsuki touched you like that? It’s been months since you and Katsuki had been… ‘sexually intimate’. His words, not yours. You don’t want to do the math on how long it’s been since your last date night.

“I don’t fucking get it. Why did I get paired up with him?!” you scowl, “He doesn’t care about me! The government keeps saying ‘you need to have kids, your window is closing soon, you’re one of the few couples approved to have multiple kids’ and NOTHING!” Tears prick your eyes and you’re seconds from having a full-blown cry session in the middle of this bar.

Hawks leans in and whispers conspiratorially, “Can I let you in on a secret a little birdie told me?”

“What?” you hiccup. The scent of a crisp fall breeze washes over you as Hawks holds a hand up to your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. You swear his lips brush against your skin, but the feeling is so fleeting that you’re not one hundred percent positive.

“Some matches aren’t true soulmates,” he murmurs.

“What?” you gasp and pull away from him as if he grew another head.

“Some people are paired together because their aptitude tests were high.” You stare at him dumbfounded. “What better way to ensure the future is in good hands than to have the best and brightest make those hands?”

Countless empty glasses litter the counter around you, the bartender somewhat using them to keep track of how many you’ve had, but that information sobers you up quickly. You straighten in your seat and stare at Hawks to see if he’s lying or not. When he doesn’t crack under your trademark ‘lie detector’ gaze, your heart leaps to your throat in dread.

“So… it’s all a lie?” you ask in a quiet voice, “I’m… I’m not supposed to be with Bakugou? Who am I supposed to be with then?”

“Chickadee,” Hawks says and runs a finger along your jaw, tilting your head towards him, “You’re drop dead gorgeous. You could be with whoever you wanted.”

Your head spins at the thought that the last five years of your life have been a lie. Five years of constant argument and walking on eggshells around each other. Five years of pretending everything is okay because the government paired you with an insufferable man. And it’s all false.

“I… I’ve never heard of soulmates dissolving their bonds,” you tip a glass onto its edge and spin it around your finger on the top of the bar. “All matches are final. No redos. And besides, I wouldn’t even know where to start looking for someone who’s available.”

“Bars are usually good places,” Hawks raises an eyebrow.

“It’s been a while,” you blurt out, “Since I’ve… been with anyone.” He must have sensed your hesitation, or maybe it was your eyes widening in panic that caused him to back up into his seat.

“I’m not saying you have to find someone today,” Hawks holds up his hands defensively, “But it’s food for thought.”

“What if I did?” you ask, “Want to do it? What would I even say?”

“Usually people ask for a phone number and strike up a conversation,” Hawks scratches his chin. You bite your lip, debating if you really want to go through with this.

Do you want to continue to be trapped in a loveless marriage? Even if what Hawks says about soulmates being made up is false, do you really want to spend the rest of your life with someone who makes you want to pull out your hair daily?

No. Fuck that.

You reach out and gently take hold of Hawks’ hand, bringing it closer to his phone. You press his thumb against the device and watch as the screen brightens and unlocks. Releasing his hand, you slide his phone over to you and open his contacts. Golden eyes silently watch you add your phone number before locking it and putting it back where it was.

“Then what?” you ask breathlessly. Flirting with an unmarried person was usually reserved for widowed soulmates who were lonely and wanted to spend the rest of their lives with someone – even if it wasn’t their perfect match.

“Well, typically they’ll meet up for drinks or coffee, go out for dinner or something.”

“And after that?” you lean in.

“Depends on how they’re both feeling.”

“What next?”

“If they’re both in the mood for it,” Hawks says, taking out his wallet and tossing a wad of cash onto the bar, “They may take a cab back to one of their places for…”

“Sex.”

A red tinge creeps up his cheeks and he chuckles. “To put it bluntly, yes.”

“So how are you feeling?” you purr and rest one hand on his knee. His eyes zero in on the contact and darken. Fearing you might have messed up, you start to pull back only for his hand to shoot out and capture yours.

“I feel like my place is close by,” he says, lifting your hand to his mouth. He presses a kiss into the palm of your hand before moving to your inner wrist and feathering his lips over the sensitive area.

“Then what are we still doing here?”

Hawks can’t keep his hands off you the whole taxi ride back to his place, but tries to keep his actions discreet. What starts as a hand on your knee rubbing circles around the joint turns into his hand firmly on your upper thigh turns into his pinky grazing the crotch of your pants, rubbing teasing strokes up and down while you can only sit there and try not to squirm.

Turns out he wasn’t lying; his apartment wasn’t that far away. With the fare paid, Hawks laces his fingers through yours and tugs you towards the elevators in a ten-story tall building. The doorman isn’t fazed to see either of you, and nods politely in Hawks’ direction. Waiting for the elevator to reach the ground floor feels like eternity.

The ding echoes through the empty lobby, and you nearly trip over your own feet to get in. Doors closed, Hawks’ lips capture your own. Your hands tangle in his hair, the cold paneling of the elevator pressed against your back. Strong fingers slip under your shirt and run up to your bra. His thumbs ghost over the lacy fabric, teasing your nipples into stiff peaks.

You’re slightly embarrassed by how your body reacts, but it’s been months. You crave the contact that you’ve been denied for so long. You moan and melt into Hawks.

The elevator slows and Hawks untangles himself from you. Ravenous eyes rove over your body as he smooths your clothes. Ding. Doors open to a quiet hallway.

“Tell me,” his breath comes out in ragged bursts, “At any point if you want to stop. It’s okay.” You nod and take his hand again as he leads you to a nondescript door. He pulls you inside and you start making short work of each other’s clothing. Buttons fly from his pressed shirt as you rip it off him. His fingers hook around the band of your pants and underwear and pull them off in one swift motion. The whole time, you sloppily kiss each other, not wanting to lose connection with the other person.

A trail of clothes leads from the front door to the bedroom, complete with your bra hanging off the edge of the black leather couch. Completely nude, your resolve falters slightly. Toned muscles lead to a faint trail of hair that… For a moment, you can’t bring yourself to look lower, and the quick peek you do take sets your cheeks ablaze.

“You doin’ alright?” Hawks murmurs, one hand running up your side.

“It really has been a while,” you say and reach out to touch him. He intercepts your hand and slowly spins you like a dance partner.

“Let me take care of you, Chickadee,” he says and gently lowers you onto the bed. He sinks to his knees with a wink before disappearing from view. Excitement buzzes from your toes to your ears when Hawks hooks your legs over his shoulders.

The simple touch of his lips against your inner thigh sends burning desire through your whole body. The journey from thigh to your core is agonizingly slow, and you can feel Hawks’ lips curve into a smile when you shift restlessly.

“Patience,” he teases you, his hot breath mingling with your exposed skin, “I want to enjoy this.”

A finger strokes your entrance and then slides inside you. His mouth finds your clit and his tongue swirls around the sensitive nub. Your thighs squeeze around his head as he languidly laps at you, desire building in your core.

A shameless moan spurs him on. He adds another finger inside you and works them in such a way that has you arching your back. Your hands thread through his soft hair and hang on for dear life as if letting go would end the fantasy and the pleasure.

“H-Hawks,” you slur, your words thick with lust, “I think… I’m close.” His ministrations quicken, pulling choked whimpers from you.

“H- Don’t stop!” you whine breathlessly, unable to form complete sentences.

“Hawks!” you cry out. Your nerves explode with pleasure and you buck up against him. He fights to keep himself attached to you as you ride out your orgasm.

Slowly, as the fire in your veins peters out, Hawks lightly kisses your thigh and removes his fingers from you. You shiver at the loss of contact, but revel in the bliss that clouds your mind.

“That’s right, let it all out,” he murmurs and crawls up on the bed next to you. He pulls you close and inhales deeply, peppering kisses on any bare skin he can reach. You bask in the afterglow. Is it just your imagination or does the world seem a little brighter? A little more complete? You never get this kind of attention after sex.

“Your husband is a fool if he isn’t worshiping you every day,” Hawks murmurs.

And the fantasy shatters.

“Don’t,” you snap. You cover his mouth lest more stupid words that could ruin the mood fall out and push yourself on top of him, straddling his lap. His eyes gleam hungrily.

You lean over so your lips are against his ear and whisper, “Don’t bring him in here… Got it?” He nods and you push yourself back up. Removing your hand cautiously, you wait for him to say something else, but he remains silent.

You shift on his erection, watching how every minute movement of your hips has him twitching. Golden eyes close and his brows push together in frustration. His hands find your hips as he ruts against you.

“Aw,” you coo in false sympathy and push yourself to all fours over him so you can grab his length, “Is someone feeling a little neglected? Let me help you with that.”

Running the top of his cock through your wetness, you line yourself up and ease yourself down on him. His eyes fly open and flicker between watching your face and watching himself disappear inside you. They flutter closed for a moment when you bury him completely in you.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his fingers digging into your skin. If you’re not careful, you could have wonderful bruises that you’d need to explain – if Katsuki ever bothered to make love to you anymore.

Seated on top, you bask in how his cock stretches you and fills you completely. Hawks helps you set the pace, lifting you and pulling you down hard. Splitting you in his cock. His hands move to your back, nails raking across the skin.

You lose yourself in the moment, enjoying each sensation as you ride him. The fullness of each thrust, his hands attached to your body, the praises he mutters under his breath. The way your name falls from his lips like a prayer.

Hawks’ hands find purchase at your waist and he fucks up into you, the carefully crafted rhythm disappearing as he nears his release.

“H-Hawks,” you plead, “Please. Inside. Fill me.” Feral golden eyes lock on yours, and he thrusts up into you, snapping his hips against yours. You stare lovingly at him and watch him bite his lip as he pulls your hips flush against his for a final time. He grunts and stiffens as hot ropes of cum fill you. You collapse on his chest and lay there with his arms around you while you milk him for everything he’s worth.

You come back to your senses first, his fingers tracing light circles onto your back. Rolling off of him, you catch your breath and look over at him.

“That was…” you sigh and close your eyes. Incredible. Breathtaking. Fantastic. “Amazing.”

“I’d be offended if you thought that was everything, Chickadee,” his husky voice teases you. Warm lips attach to your breast and nip teasingly.

You start to protest when he starts sucking, but the wicked look in his eye cuts your complaints short. “No one but you will see, and I want you to remember exactly what happens today when you see it.”

Nothing can bring you down from your high when you get home. Katsuki is still working and doesn’t comment when you walk in the front door. He doesn’t even look at your attempt to tame your disheveled appearance as you pass the office, nor does he note the scent of sex and fresh autumn air that clouds your mind.

Maybe he truly doesn’t notice. Maybe he doesn’t care.

Your phone lights up with a message from an unknown number.

[Unknown Number] >> Home?

You shoot a quick reply and commit the number to memory.

Three weeks pass, and you meet up with Hawks whenever you can. The thrill of being with someone who worships you entirely adds a glow to your life. These rendezvous help with home life too, as you aren’t around Katsuki as much and your needs are being met for once. You find yourself smiling more, spending more time with friends, joking in the office.

But you’re late. And you’re never late with your period. Armed with a box of pregnancy tests, you pee on every single one and they all read the same thing.

Pregnant.

The world falls away and it’s just you and the tests. Pregnant. But it’s not Katsuki’s. You can’t go to Mina about this. You obviously can’t tell Katsuki. Hawks… maybe another time. No, you can only trust yourself with this for now as you work out a plan.

Leaving a soulmate has never been done. The resulting drama and scandal are something you want to avoid. Unfortunately, that leaves two options: becoming a widow, or convincing Katsuki it’s his. Whatever you do, you have to act fast.

By nightfall, you have everything worked out.

“Katsuki, babe,” you purr and drape your arms over his shoulders, “You’ve been working a lot lately. Come to bed.” Garnet eyes glare at you for the interruption.

“I’m almost done.” His fingers stab this keyboard a little harder than normal. You round the desk and carefully take his glasses off and set them next to his laptop. He turns and sighs. You undo the robe covering your lingerie and let it fall open.

He’s silent, watching, but his gaze doesn’t have the same effect as when Hawks looks at you. There’s no fire burning deep inside you, no need to be on your knees to please him. But you need this. By god if you’re going to avoid scandal do you need this.

“Please, babe,” you plead, your voice like honey. Katsuki stands and kisses you roughly. He pushes the robe off you completely and leads you to the bedroom. As soon as his back is to you, your smile falls.

Sex is cold and clinical at best. Katsuki bends you over the bed and jackhammers you from behind. You try to think of Hawks and how his featherlight touches can make you sing.

In. Out. In. Out.

A grunt, and it’s over.

Katsuki finishes and promptly passes out on his side of the bed. Once his breathing evens out, you clean yourself up in the bathroom.

You absentmindedly run your hands over the slight swell of your growing belly as you tune in to a teleconference. Your coworkers drone on about changes coming to production over the next couple months – all things you should be paying attention to, but your cell phone screen lights up

[H] >> see you today?

You quickly type back that Bakugou is working from home, and try to refocus on the conference call. Hawks was more than thrilled that you’re pregnant, and spent many days cradling you and your bump, murmuring about how you’d all be together someday.

There’s a knock at the door, and you can hear Bakugou’s heavy footsteps as he goes to meet whoever is there. He calls your name, and you excuse yourself from the meeting before waddling to the front door.

“The agent is here,” Bakugou mutters. Right. The six month check up from the government to decide what to do if you couldn’t conceive. “He says he has some paperwork to go over with you.” You prepare yourself for the satisfaction of turning the agent away and showing him that you can indeed have kids.

“Hello sir, I- oh.” You blink in surprise at the man on your front porch. A sharp fitting suit and sunglasses can’t hide the body of your lover. He removes the shades, and sharp eyes that remind you of the sun stare up at you full of secret adoration.

“Hello, ma’am, I’m Keigo Takami from the Department of Interior Affairs and your case has fallen across my desk,” Hawks says and holds a business card out to you. “I hear congratulations are in order?”

“I told her once she got her shit figured out it would happen,” Bakugou says smugly. Hawks’ eyes cut to your husband, filled with a loathing that he masks quickly.

“We’re very happy,” you say. Cupping the swell, you cheekily add, “I hope he takes after his father.” Hawks’ eyes widen fractionally at the news that your child is a boy – something you hadn’t told him yet.

“Of course,” he purrs, “Now one of my duties is to check up on you every now and then to make sure everything is in order and there’s no complications. Will your husband be present during these visits?”

“I have work,” Bakugou grunts.

“It’ll just be me,” you nod. Hawks tries to play off his excitement by putting his sunglasses back on, but you don’t miss his pleased look.

“Perfect,” he says, “Now as one of the households that qualifies for multiple children, will you be having more after this one?”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see what’s in the cards for us,” you say and invite Hawks into your home.

“Naturally,” he says and steps over the threshold, “There are plenty of programs that can help with whatever your needs are…”

You stirred awake under your soft, cozy blankets as the sunlight streamed through your window. You rolled over and burrowed back under our blankets for a few more minutes of warmth before you left the safety of your cocoon to make coffee for yourself and the local lone werewolf that roamed the woods that you lived in. You groaned and pulled yourself out of the warm safety of the blankets and set your feet on the frigid hardwood floor of your log cabin. You heard your back door that went onto your patio open and close slowly. Your eyes shot open and you froze. Was it Aizawa or another creature that lived in the forest? You didn’t know but you weren’t just going to sit there in your bedroom. You stood up and armed yourself with a baseball bat you bought after you met Aizawa.

You walked out of the safety of your room and into your kitchen with the bat raised. You turned the corner and saw a trail of snowy wolf tracks coming into the cabin from the closed door. Your breathing and heart rate quickened and you looked around for the wolf that had entered your home. Your eyes darted around the room and landed on a man standing in the corner of your dining room. “Hey there Kitty, Sleep good last night?” A deep voice called out before the figure stepped out of the shadows and into the sunlight that was streaming in from the sliding door. You relaxed and lowered your bat when you saw that your intruder was the werewolf that had made a habit of coming to visit you on a regular basis. His name you might ask? Shouta Aizawa. His arms were folded across his chest that was covered by the tight shirt that you picked out for him. You blushed and lowered your bat and set it against the wall.

“You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were something worse.” “It’s just me, kitten. There’s nothing too serious that you should worry about right now.” He said with a smirk. “Oh, so you actually care for my well-being. I thought you only came here because I got you hooked on caffeine.” You responded. The dark-haired man chuckled and walked closer to you. Your eyes widened and you looked up at him. “You got me hooked on more than just coffee, Y/N. You fucking know that.” He spoke and trapped you against the wall. You stared up at him as your face turned a deep shade of red “Blushing already? I think it’s a bit early to be doing that, don’t you think so, kitten?” He asked as he ran the back of his hand down your cheek. You nodded and nuzzled into his palm. He rubbed your cheek gently with his thumb before kissing your head and holding you close.

“I can smell your heat, kitten. I’m glad I came over then. You go make your nest and I’ll make some coffee for the both of us.” He told you. You nodded sleepily and went back to your room. You pulled your blankets and pillows off the bed and dragged them into your closet. You made simple nest before collapsing in the comforting area and sleeping. Shouta walked into your bedroom and looked around for you with two mugs of coffee in his hands. He sniffed the room for your scent found it wafting from your closet. He walked over after setting the mugs of coffee on your dresser before peeking into your closet and opening the door a little wider. Your breathing was shallow and you looked like your heat had started. Aizawa bent down and climbed into your nest, sliding behind you and wrapping his arm around your waist. You whimpered and shoved his hand off your waist. You whimpered and curled up in a ball. “Kitty, let me help you. You’re in heat and you need help.” He spoke and turned you so you were laying on your back. “It hurts so much. Help please.” You whined. Aizawa kissed you again before placing a kiss on your neck and sliding his hand up your shirt and cupping your chest. “Do you want to try again for a litter?” He asked you. You whined before nodding your head yes. The werewolf smirked and folded your legs into a mating press before pulling his cock out of the waistband of his sweatpants and pressing it against your slick pussy. You moaned rolled your hips up against his own. He pulled your legs up and over his shoulders, letting out a deep, rumbling growl, and beginning to thrust deep into your pussy. He thrusted deep and hard into you as his knot began to form. His thrusts grew slower and slower until he was stuck inside your soft walls. You moaned out and whimpered. “I’m close, daddy.” You told him. “Go ahead and cum for me, kitten. I’m close too.” He told you. You moaned out and released your slick and cum on his cock. He leaned into your neck and bit down and released his knot deep into your womb. You cried out in pleasure as he rode out your shared high. He pulled out of you and laid next to you. “So good for me, Kitten. Let me clean you up before we go again. I’m not going to stop breeding you until your stuffed all full and round with my litter.” He spoke before leaving the nest, retrieving a towel from your nightstand, and coming back to your nest to clean the slick off your thighs. He helped you sit up and encouraged you to drink some water before he railed you again into your nest. You drank some of the clear liquid and laid back into the soft, comforting warmth of the blankets in your nest and whimpered. Aizawa took this as a note to slide back into your heated, slick core and thrusted into you. It didn’t take long for his knot to form and he quickly released into you again and again until your stomach was poking out a little from the amount of cum that Aizawa had stuffed into your aching cunt. You rolled onto your back and panted in relief as your heat had been suppressed for now. You looked over to the werewolf and reached out lazily as every inch of your body was filled with bliss. He chuckled and gently kissed your head. “Get some rest. I’m going to stay by your side and never leave you, my mate~.” He spoke as you drifted off to sleep.

About two weeks later, you were running to the bathroom and dumping what little contents of your stomach into the toilet. Aizawa was close behind you and holding your hair back as you puked for the second time that morning. When you were done, you leaned into your mate’s chest as he used a wet wash cloth to wipe your forehead. He brushed your hair back with his fingers and held you close. “Kitty, I think you’re pregnant. It’s been about that long since your last heat.” “You really think so? It could just be a stomach bug.” You responded.

“Not with the weird cravings you’ve been having lately. You typically want your meat with no pink in the middle, but last night you wanted your burger almost raw. Not to mention your scent has changed a bit too. It’s almost sweeter than usual.” He told you as he scented your neck. “I have a test in the cupboard. If you’d let me go, I’ll go take it.” You told him. He chuckled and let you off his lap. You wearily stood up with his help and went to your bathroom cupboard and pulled the pregnancy test out. Aizawa gave you some privacy for you to take the test and waited outside the door patiently.

You emerged from the bathroom holding the test in your hand and having a concerned look on your face. “What does it say, baby?” He asked you. “You’re gonna be a father.” You responded and showed him the test. His eyes widened and he pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m happy,Y/n. So very happy. I don’t know what our living situation would be like but if you’re ok with it, I’d like to move in you.” He told you. You nodded happily. “Of course, you can move in with me! There’s plenty of space for the both of us and our babies when they come.” You told him before kissing him. He carried you to the couch and cuddled you there as the two of you dreamt about your future.

A debt for a debt. That’s what he told you as he came home smiling with a big check in his wallet. No one in your family knew where he got the money, but he seemed confident enough that he’d be able to pay it back.

A month went by and one day, three scary men knocked on your apartment door. They said they were there to “collect”.

You were terrified. You thought they were there to rob you, to take the money you had been saving in a rainy-day fund. But no, they came to collect you. Now, it’s been four months and you’re still stuck doing odd jobs for them--grocery and coffee runs as well as spending reports and other money related things you are less than qualified to do.

You hate your job. You hate having to put up with the unorthodox hours and the unsavory jobs and the complaints about your work ethic and the having to do it over again because you didn’t do it right the first time. You want out. If you weren’t positive that if you left they would be able to hunt you down, you would have fled the country by now.

But your father’s debt still hasn’t been paid.

“Look,” you pleaded. “I can come in tomorrow and work double my usual time. Please, Kirishima-san, I just need the day to rest.”

“Not a chance. You’re coming in today and that’s final. If you don’t, well, then maybe we need to take an extra payment from your parents.”

Before you could even process what he just said, he hung up the phone.

Another payment from your parents. You couldn’t possibly let them take any more from your family. With a new threat looming over your head, you mustered up enough strength to push off of your futon and get dressed for the clients’ dinner.

By the time it was 7:00 in the evening, you had taken a large swig of cold medicine and were ready to spend the night serving these criminals.

Outside of the restaurant, two bodyguards were stationed at the front door and one at the back entrance. All three of them were dressed in black from head to toe. You, on the other hand, were tasked with serving your boss’s clients, so your outfit differed from theirs.

You were dressed in attire suited for waiting tables. Black slacks stretch across your legs and your pristine shirt was smoothed against your body. A tight black vest clung to your chest and pressed against your boobs, squishing them together. If it weren’t for the fever, chills, and headache, you would look like you belonged with this crowd of criminals.

You flashed your ID to the guard at the back door and he nodded you in. Your eyes had to adjust to the fluorescent kitchen lighting, but once they did you saw how busy everyone was. It truly was one of the most important nights for your boss, so you understood why you were needed. Still, this night would truly take the most out of you.

“Oi, (L/n),” one of your boss’s associates called for you. “Take these to table four. I’ve been covering your ass for the last twenty minutes.”

“Of course, Kaminari-san.” You bowed your head and skirted over to the table where two well-dressed men spoke with one another in a hushed tone. You placed their meals in front of them and bowed your head.

“Wait,” one of them called as you began to walk away. “I asked for a Jasmine tea. This is Sencha.”

“Yeah,” the other one piped up. “And I asked for a Sencha tea and this is Jasmine.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to yell into the abyss and slap those men across the face. But of course all you did was bow in apology and take the cups back. Kirishima’s words to you over the phone rang loud and clear in your mind.

“Anything they need, you get it for them. These are important people the boss works with and we can’t have idiots like you messing this up for us.”

The men smirked at you and as you turned around to grab their “correct orders,” the man who ordered the Jasmine tea leaned over to leave a hard, painful smack across your ass.

You froze but didn’t say anything and walked away.

It was still early in the night but you had run yourself thin. You needed to sit down or to at least take a sip of water, but there was no room for breaks as you bounced from table to table getting the people what they wanted. You had even left the venue a couple times to retrieve items like the proper creamer one client required in their coffee.

Your throat was so sore and dry and it was aching for a break. Your entire body was aching for a break. But as you saw someone sitting at one of the tables raise her hand to wave you over, you had to put all of your aches aside to tend to her needs.

“Good evening, ma’am.” You bowed your head. “How may I assist you?”

A small smile was on her dark red painted lips. She seemed to be searching for something as she eyed you up and down. “Do you happen to know when Bakugou-san will be joining us?”

Bakugou-san… Were you supposed to know who that is? You had never heard the name before, although you knew your boss had many ties throughout the district. It could be one of them.

“I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. “I could ask my supervisors if they happen to know.”

She waited a moment. She seemed to be searching for something in your expression. “That’s all right. You may go back to work now.”

You bowed and thanked her.

Bakugou-san.

The name did sound familiar, but you’re not sure where you could have heard it. It wasn’t until you were deep in thought, trying to recall where you had heard the name, that you could feel something pushing up against your throat. Oh god. Your stomach was churning.

You ran to the bathroom, pushing someone out of the way to get there. You’d probably hear an earful from Kirishima for pushing a guest, but you needed to find a toilet before--

Oh no.

You barely made it into the stall before emptying the contents of your stomach onto the white tiles of the bathroom floor. Your legs collapsed from under you and you kneeled in your vomit as you coughed up your stomach lining into the porcelain bowl.

Tears fell from your eyes as you struggled to breathe while hacking everything you had into the toilet. The black eyeliner you threw on before leaving the house had smudged into raccoon eyes around your lashes.

You rested your cheek against the toilet, ignoring all of the germs that were most likely crawling up your skin and into your pores. The toilet seat felt cool against your burning cheek and watering eyes. You thought you could die happily here, kneeling on the bathroom tiles in a pile of your slowly cooling vomit.

“Aren’t we supposed to be working here?”

Your eyes shot open, and in trying to stand up you slipped. Your ass landed in the smeared vomit. You winced and let out a drawn out, “fuuuck.”

It took you a moment before opening your eyes again and looking up at the man in front of you. And boy did your eyes widen. He was clearly a guest at the clients’ dinner. His blonde hair was slicked back and the bulge of his muscles under his crisp black button down didn’t go unnoticed by you. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his forearms and as he crossed his arms over his chest, his sleeves began to tighten.

“Who the hell are you and why are you puking on the floor?”

It took you a second to find your voice. “I’m, um...” you trailed off. “(L/n), sir.” You cleared your throat. “I am a worker for the person hosting this dinner.” You tried to stand up and bow, but he put a hand up to stop you.

“You work for them.” It was a statement not a question, but you nodded anyway. “Why? What do you owe?”

You’re not sure why he was asking, but his intimidating glare compelled you to answer his every question. “My dad owes them money,” you admitted. “And he wasn’t able to pay them back.”

“Who do you mean by them?”

You weren’t sure how to answer. You didn’t even know what these people did. For all you knew they were drug mules or assassins. You never wanted to know what they did when you were roped in. After all, the less you knew meant you could have more of a normal life. “The boss,” you finally answered. Who the boss was, you weren’t sure. You answered to Kirishima but he didn’t have much power aside from ordering around you and every other person unfortunate enough to be roped into working for them.

The man in front of you scoffed. “Get up.”

You scrambled to your feet, ignoring the wave of nausea that hit you. The man led you out of the bathroom, and as you walked behind him, people who passed the two of you stopped and stared. Oh no, it had to be from the vomit stains on your leg and down your shirt. You probably stank to high hell and your eyes wouldn’t stop watering from your fever.

The man stopped and you had to keep from bumping into him. “There’s an extra work shirt in the closet,” he said. “There should also be some slacks in there. Leave your dirty clothes in a pile and I’ll have someone collect them.”

His voice was demanding and it took you a moment to register what he said. It wasn’t until he snapped in your face that you moved.

“We don’t have all day, princess.”

You flinched and nodded before scurrying into the closet and flicking the light on. Inside the closet was the restaurant’s sad excuse for a boiler room. The low humming from the machinery brought you back into the present as you searched for the change of clothes you were promised.

There was a crisp white shirt folded on one of the shelves as well as a few different slacks in varying sizes. The shirt was a size too small, so you had to leave the first couple buttons popped open. Before leaving the closet, you tried to think about who the man was and why he was helping you. Was it possible that he wanted something in return?

When you emerged from the closet, he looked you up and down. You were too tired, however, to notice his lingering glare on your chest and the way the button down squeezed your breasts closer together.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes. You’re not sure why you were too scared to look into his vermillion eyes, but the way he called you princess earlier as he snapped at you had definitely made you tremble in your core, and you swore that if you looked up to meet his eyes, your fever would only go higher and higher.

“Why the hell’d you come here if you were sick anyway? Are you trying to poison everyone in the damn building?” His words were like little bullets that shot at every one of your doubts of coming in tonight.

You thought back to why you had come in the first place. You were huddled up in your futon that morning when Kirishima called. You begged to stay home, right? But you couldn’t. You squinted hard as you tried to remember why you weren’t allowed to rest. “I was threatened,” you thought out loud. It wasn’t directed towards the man but he nodded in any case.

“(L/n) was it, right?”

You finally managed to look up at him with bleary eyes. “Yeah, um...” You couldn’t seem to remember what his name was. Wait, he hadn’t told you. He had just led you around and given you new clothes, but he never properly introduced himself.

“Bakugou Katsuki,” he said as if he could read your mind. His lips turned up into a smirk. “But call me Katsuki.”

“Katsuki,” you mumbled. “Bakugou Katsuki.” You had heard that name before, but where. “Bakugou,” you mumbled again as if you were trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together. “Bakugou-san.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at you.

“Oh!” It hit you like a ton of bricks and as soon as you shot up, you had to recoil because of the ache in the back of your neck. “There’s a woman looking for you, Bakugou-san, er, Katuki,” you bowed.

He just chuckled. “There’s a lot of people looking for me tonight. Who was it?”

That’s a good question. You squinted as if you were looking deep into your memories to remember who it was who asked for him. “She was a woman,” you remembered. “With long dark hair and dark red lips.”

Katsuki nodded. “I see the Yaoyorozus are here.”

The Yaoyorozus. You weren’t sure what that could mean but you didn’t feel like questioning it, so you nodded instead.

Katsuki was looking down at you. His arms were crossed over his chest but a smirk that had been playing across his face all night wouldn’t seem to go away. “Feeling better?”

You didn’t feel better. Although you felt cleaner in the new clothes, there was still a throbbing in your head that wasn’t going away and the overhead lights made your eyes water. But the way that Katsuki looked at you like he was expecting you to say yes just drew you in.

He could tell that the way you nodded a yes in response to his question was a lie, and his face fell before pushing a hand up to your forehead, checking your temperature. “Have you taken anything today?”

You had to think back to earlier that day when you brought the bottle of cold medicine up to your lips, not even reading the recommended dose before downing what you could and leaving your home. “Yeah, um, I took some medicine.”

The grin that had been spread across Katsuki’s face returned. “Well I guess we’ll have to get you some more.”

He grabbed your wrist and led you through the halls and over to the bar. You didn’t pay attention to where you were going. The world seemed to be going too fast for you to keep up. What you were able to notice was that everyone’s eyes were on you as you gently swayed back and forth, trying to settle yourself down. As you were in your own head, you couldn’t start to picture what everyone else saw when they looked at you. You with your raccoon eyes due to streaky makeup that you couldn’t stop rubbing.

“Here.” Katsuki shoved a glass in your face. “Not necessarily traditional medicine but it’ll get the job done.”

You looked up at the whiskey glass in his hand. The ‘medicine’ was a deep brown color which swirled around as he handed it to you. Your fingers brushed against his thick ones as you took the glass. You lifted it up to your nose and took a deep breath in, gagging at the smell. “Um, I don’t think I should.” You had been warned about mixing alcohol with drugs and the dangers that came with it, but no one had ever told you not to mix drinks with cold medicine. Still, that couldn’t be right, right?

“Come on, it’s good for you,” he egged you on. “Besides, it’ll get that nasty taste out of your mouth.”

You had never tried whiskey before. You were used to lighter drinks, something bubbly with a shot of vodka or two in it. But this was almost too much. You lifted the glass up to your lips and tilted it back. Your lips stung as they made contact with the drink, but you didn’t want to seem weak to Katsuki. He’d taken care of you so far and seemed pleasant enough, albeit intimidating.

As you tipped it back further and took more of the drink into your mouth, Katsuki pushed his hand against the bottom of the glass so you couldn’t tear it away, making sure you would drink every last drop. It stung going down and the cubes pressing against your lip were colder than you expected. You gagged as a couple loose tears rolled down your face from the drink’s burning sensation. You bet you looked even more of a mess now.

“Good girl,” Katsuki said with a low demeanor. With his thumb, he wiped away a drop of whiskey that rolled down your chin.

“And this’ll make me feel better?” You didn’t think you were supposed to drink when you were sick, but you were far too tired to even think about what was wrong and what was right. If he said that it’d make you feel better, then that had to be a good thing. You’re sure of it.

“Sure will.” He placed a firm, calloused hand on your head and stroked down your hair. You nuzzled into his warmth.

It was such a nice sensation that it almost made you forget that you were supposed to be working. That there were people waiting on you to bring them their food and fetch their creamer, people who were ready to slap your ass and laugh as soon as you turned away.

“I have a,” you started, not really sure where that sentence was going. “I have to go back to work.”

As you began walking away, Katsuki stopped you, pulling you back over so your face was practically pressed up against his chest. “No you don’t. You’re sick, remember?”

Right, as if you hadn’t forgotten. But he was right. You were sick and your medicine hadn’t kicked in yet. You couldn’t risk spreading your germs and getting anyone else sick.

You watched the dinner guests from afar. You leaned in to hear conversations about hitmen and other rivaling mobs around town. Some were about money laundering and clients that needed to be taken out, whatever that meant.

At one point, someone asked to pull Katsuki aside and talk alone, but instead he just pulled you closer.

“The hell do you want, Yoarashi?”

Yoarashi was a big guy, bigger than Katsuki, but it was clear even to you that he was intimidated by the blonde in front of him.

“You owe me for what I let you borrow last month.”

“I don’t owe you shit.”

To you, they sounded like they were underwater and you weren’t sure what they were discussing, but you were curious to learn more.

“Come on, Bakugou. Work with me here.”

“I’m a busy man, Yoarashi. Now get out of my face before I have my men take care of you.”

Something about the raw power and the threatening tone behind Katsuki’s voice made you excited. You wanted to melt into his words, but you weren’t sure why.

“Busy man?” Yoarashi scoffed. “Come on, Bakugou. You’ve barely been seen all night. Where have you been, fucking this little lackey of yours?”

He didn’t mean you, did he? Before you could even comprehend what he just insinuated, Katsuki turned you around and pressed your face up against his chest. You could feel yourself growing even hotter as you were pushed into one of his pectorals. One of his hands cupped the back of your head. Was he protecting you?

“Listen here,” you heard him say. “Don’t contact us ever again unless you want to end up like your first boss did. I can make your life a living hell and I will, got that?”

“Don’t think I don’t have other contacts, all right? You aren’t the only one in this town with resources, Bakugou.”

You felt something jab into the other side of Katsuki’s chest. Did Yoarashi hit him? A few seconds went by before you heard the snapping of fingers and two men came over to drag Yoarashi away.

Katsuki released the hold he had on you, and you watched as the tall man struggled out of his hold. “You aren’t gonna tell anyone what you saw here tonight, right princess?”

You shook your head. You weren’t sure what exactly you felt when you saw that man being dragged away. You were scared, of course; scared for your own life and of the raw power that Katsuki seemed to hold. But on top of fear there was something else. There was a tingle between your thighs that wouldn’t seem to go away, and there was also a sense of excitement. Out of all the people here, this man was paying attention to you. You were far from Mafia material, but he clearly saw something in you and you wanted more of his gaze lingering on you.

Your mind felt hazy with Katsuki and you wanted even more. You didn’t know what to do when you felt him smooth his hand down your back. You didn’t know what to do when his usual smirk turned into something much more dangerous. And you didn’t know what to do when he leaned over and pressed his lips against your own.

His lips felt heavenly as they explored you. They were soft and welcoming despite his cold and dangerous exterior. His tongue probed its way into your mouth. He tasted like whiskey and something else which you assumed was just him. He bit your lip and it felt like he smiled when you let out a moan.

When he released, you felt as if the whole world was spinning with Katsuki. You wobbled around a bit and he chuckled. You tried asking if you could sit down, but the words refused to come out. The last thing you remember is seeing the world go black, the sound of the clients’ dinner fading out of earshot, and two strong arms carrying you away from reality.

You were in pain by the time you woke up. Your body, especially your head, ached tremendously and you wished the sun would stop shining so bright through your window. But wait, the window in your bedroom at your apartment faced another building. The sun never shined too bright in the morning when you were at home.

Slowly, you peaked your head out from under the covers and looked around. You weren’t in your bedroom, but you were in a bedroom. The bed you had been asleep in was enormous, but aside from that there was not much else furniture in the room or even any pictures to signify who the room could belong to.

It wasn’t until you sat up that you realized just how exposed you were under the covers. You couldn’t find your clothing anywhere. What were you even wearing last night? Where were you last night?

You remembered being sick and being called into work by Kirishima. You were stressed. You were nauseous. There was a beautiful woman who asked for someone in particular but you were too sick to remember what their name was, right?

And then you raced to the bathroom and met--

A groan from beside you shook you out of your thoughts, and as soon as you saw the person lying in bed next to you, all of your memories came flooding back.

“Morning, baby girl,” Katsuki said.

You didn’t know what to say. Your mouth hung open and you felt lightheaded.

Katsuki was shirtless under the covers and you were too scared to ask if he had anything on covering his lower half. “You put on quite the show last night.”

Last night. Where you met him. What did you do last night? “I...” You didn’t know what to say, and that made Katsuki let out a booming laugh.

“Come on, you remember at least a little of it don’t you?”

You shook your head. Then you shook your head again. You couldn’t stop shaking your head.

Katsuki put a hand on your shoulder and you stopped. He had a shit eating grin spread across his face that you wanted to both punch and kiss at the same time. “First throwing up at my party and then getting blackout drunk in front of all my guests.”

“What?” You could barely remember anything. What did he mean ‘his party’? The clients’ dinner was run by…

Your eyes widened as you realized just who you had found yourself naked in bed with. Who had found you puking on the bathroom floor. Who that stunningly gorgeous woman was asking for earlier.

You clamped a hand over your mouth and Katsuki let out another chuckle. “You really were the life of the party.” He grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to his side of the bed, and you let him. He dragged his hand up and down your exposed body and roughly cupped your sex. “I had a blast toying around with you last night, but now I want you to be able to remember what it feels like when I bury my cock inside of you, sweetheart.”

You hated the way he was grabbing you and the way he forced your legs to open up for him, but what you hated more than any of that was the way his words made your inner thighs ache and how they instinctively parted just for him.

---

Three entire days later, you were beginning to question every life choice you had ever made that had brought you to this moment. Namely, the ones that had caused you to be introduced to Denki Kaminari.

“I think it’s really sweet,” Ashido giggled, “If not a little over the top. Overall, that’s our Kami.”

“Your Kami? You can fucking have him, please take him.” You groaned, standing up and pacing slightly in the nearly empty bar. “If I get one more cheesy message from this man I am going to go insane.”

Jirou sighed from the barstool beside you. “He’s a little eccentric, but he means well.”

“No, he’s full of it. I don’t believe for a second that he has any romantic feelings for me. He’s just taking a joke way too far, as usual.”

Shinsou cleared his throat. “I don’t think he’d be that cruel, Y/N.”

“I mean, no, you’re right.” You collapsed back in your chair, looking at your perpetually sleepy friend dejectedly. “But just last week he was obsessed with that girl at the hospital, what’s her name?”

“Joy!” Sero supplied helpfully. “Her name is Joy and she’s a nurse, so Kami was going ape shit because, you know, Pokemon.”

You could feel a headache coming, the pain settling right behind your eyeballs. “And before her, there was-”

“The girl at the animal shelter?” Jirou patted your shoulder.

“That waiter at the restaurant by the agency!” Ashido chimed in.

“Shinsou!” Sero added, and the four of you all turned to look at the purple-haired man in question.

“Whoa, don’t look at me like that. I let him down easy, remember?” His hands were up in surrender, eyes wide. “He’s a little too chaotic for my tastes.”

“You say that, but you’re also talking to Monoma.” Sero snorted. “Kind of a contradiction.”

Clearing your throat, you brought the conversation back to the matter at hand. “So, that brings me to my point. How can he go from having a new obsession every other week to suddenly declaring his undying love for me? How am I supposed to believe him when all the things that I know about him say that he’ll be moving on in a few days and finding someone else to be in love with?”

Mina opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by the music playing in the bar suddenly going quiet.

There was some shuffling, and some microphone feedback, and then an unmistakable voice rang out through the room.

“You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Dear lord,” Jirou muttered.

“You’d be like heaven to touch, I want to hold you so much.”

“No way…” Sero trailed off, shaking his head.

“At long last love has arrived, and I thank God I’m alive,”

You found yourself looking around for the source of the voice, feeling exasperated already. Denki appeared a few moments later, standing on the tiny stage that was set up in the corner, pushing his blonde hair back as he sang into the microphone in his hand.

His eyes locked with yours as he sang the next line.

“You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Nope, I’m not doing this.” You stood up and grabbed your bag just as the song picked up over the speakers, brass horns blaring as Denki stepped off the stage and started towards you. “He’s out of his goddamn mind.”

“Where are you going?” Shinsou asked, frowning. “He obviously put a lot of work into this.”

“If he thinks this is going to change my mind about him, he doesn’t know me at all.” Shaking your head, you turned away from your friends, darting for the door before Denki could reach you.

The music cut before you left, and you heard Denki let out a sigh into the mic. “How come it worked when Heath Ledger did it?”

---

“How are you holding up?” Shinsou asked from across the table, his hands wrapped around the cat mug you reserved for him when he came over, your strongest dark roast inside.

You were curled up in a chair opposite him, wearing your favorite sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, keeping your hands warm with your own mug. “I had to silence my phone, Hitoshi.”

“That bad?”

“He’s been sending every cheesy rom-com confession he can think of via text.” You slid your phone across the table so he could see.

Snorting, he read a few out loud;

“You had me at hello.”

“Is that from Jerry Maguire?”

You nodded.

“I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

He looked up at you. “Where’s that one from?”

“When Harry Met Sally.” You groaned. “I told him to stop and he just kept saying “As you wish” like in The Princess Bride. Then he started to send me that one from Chasing Amy-”

“How though? That situation doesn’t even apply here.” Shinsou looked back down at the device and scrolled back, snorting when he found it.

“I love you. And not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. And it's not because you're unattainable. I love you. Very simple, very truly. You're the epitome of every attribute and quality I've ever looked for in another person. I know you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you'd ever consider. But I had to say it. I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are.”

“He cut out the part about her being a lesbian.” You waved your hand, moving on. “What am I supposed to do, Shinsou?”

“Why don’t you hear him out? I’m pretty sure he’s serious about this for once. I don’t think this is some elaborate joke or plan, it genuinely seems like he’s finally got his head out of his ass.”

Your gaze was fixed on the mug in your hand as he continued.

“It’s no secret, at least to me, that you’ve been crazy about him since the beginning. Maybe he’s finally realized that what he’s been looking for with all these other people has been right in front of him all along.”

“You sound like you’re in a rom-com now.”

Shinsou shrugged and looked off to the side like he was on an episode of the Office and talking to the camera. “Maybe this is a rom-com.”

Groaning, you let your head fall back. “Okay, fine. So let’s say I give him a shot. What if he fucks it up?”

“Then I fuck him up. But I really doubt it will come to that.”

Picturing Shinsou beating the snot out of Kaminari made you pause for a second. “I’d pay to see it.”

“Look, I know he’s kind of…unconventional?”

You giggled. “That’s a nice way to say he’s bat shit crazy, but go on.”

Before he could open his mouth, heavy bass started blasting from somewhere outside, the volume rattling windows and reverberating through the floors.

“I said certified freak, seven days a week,”

Eyebrows raised, Shinsou put down his coffee mug and stood, walking towards the front of the house. “What the hell is that?”

“Is that.WAP?” You covered your face with your hands. “Please tell me-”

Peeking out the living room window, your friend sighed, looking amused. “Oh, this is good.”

“Is it-” If this was Denki-

“Yes.”

Good God, you needed a drink. “Are you sure I should do this?”

“If you want him to stop blasting that song for the whole neighborhood to hear, then I would say yes.” Shinsou gave you a look.

“At least it’s the censored version.” You stood as well, abandoning your mug and walking to the window to look outside too. “It’s very on-brand for him, isn’t it?”

“If he’d picked any other song I would have been worried.” Sighing, he crossed his arms over his chest.

Denki was standing in front of his car, a large Bluetooth speaker in his hands. He was holding it above his head, and looked much like a modern-day Lloyd Dobler, as he played you the song of his people. (His people being meme edge lords and TikTok enthusiasts, of course.)

“God, I want to punch him, but also kiss him. I’m conflicted.” Biting your lip, you looked back at your friend.

“Punch him and then kiss it better?”

Rolling your eyes at his suggestion, you turned back to the window, watching Denki sweat a little at your lack of response to his ‘romantic gesture’. “How do you put up with an annoying blonde?”

“Duct tape.” You didn’t have to turn around to see the exasperated look on his face. He was used to you pestering him about his relationship with Neito Monoma.

“I don’t need to know about your kinks, Shinsou.” Grinning, you elbowed him teasingly.

“Would you stop talking to me and go out there? The bass is doing my head in.” He shoved you lightly on the shoulder, pushing you towards the front door.

“Fine! I’m going.” Looking down at your outfit, you held up your hands and shrugged. “He gets what he gets, I’m not changing out of this.”

“I’m sure he couldn’t care less.” Shinsou put his hands over his ears. “Please, go make this stop, I’m going to die.”

You steeled yourself, walking to the front door and wrenching it open. “Denki Kaminari, if you don’t shut that shit off-”

The music cut off as soon as he saw you. “I was starting to wonder if you were even home.” He looked sheepish as he put the speaker down on the hood of his car and walked towards you. “I was actually kind of waiting for the cops to come and take me away.”

That headache was coming back, so you closed your eyes and rubbed at your temples when you finally reached him in the driveway. “Denki, what are you doing out here?”

“Haven’t you ever seen Say Anything?” He wiggled his eyebrows, seemingly proud of his cinematic knowledge.

Shaking your head, you opened your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “Yes, but he played Peter Gabriel, and you’re out here blasting Cardi B to my entire neighborhood, and I doubt they appreciate hearing about your wet ass-”

Cutting you off, he winked. “But, if I’d played any other song it wouldn’t have been from me, you know?”

Exasperated, you let your head fall back, your gaze on the clouds in the sky. “Why do you keep on doing this? The song at the bar, all those movie quotes, your lame-ass attempt at Lloyd Dobler-”

“Hey! It’s not lame.” Denki looked affronted, and it was pretty cute, but you pressed on.

“If you’re trying to tell me you like me, then message received, but you doing a bunch of things from movies and sending me quotes doesn’t prove to me that you mean it.”

Your words seemed to finally hit home. Denki’s face fell and he looked contemplative. “I’ve been going about this all wrong, haven’t I?”

“I don’t want to say it’s wrong, but it’s been very elaborate, and kind of unnecessary.” You said gently, dropping your arms to your sides.

Taking a deep breath, the man in front of you seemed to steel himself, before locking eyes with you. “Look, Y/N. I…I’ve liked you since the moment I met you. It was scary, really, because I’ve never felt that way about anyone that quickly before. It was almost instant, you know? But I got it in my head that you could never feel the same way. I’m kind of a fuck up, right? Like, I have my shit together zero percent of the time, and you deserve someone who doesn’t eat ramen for breakfast or wears the same pair of jeans two days in a row because they’re still sort of clean.”

Listening to him talk about himself like that made you frown. “I don’t think you’re a fuck up, Denks.”

“I mean, I don’t have a nice house and a fancy car and-”

You stopped him in his tracks. “Why are you so convinced that shit like that matters to me?”

Realizing he might have fucked up, his eyes went wide. “I don’t mean- fuck, that’s not what I meant. What I mean is that I think that’s the type of person you deserve.”

“Don’t you think I should have a say in the type of person I want to date? Why do you get to decide that for me?” You weren’t angry at him, but this had gone on long enough. “Denki, listen to me. I’ve been crazy about you since we first met too, but you’ve always been someone that I assumed to be unobtainable.”

Sputtering, Denki gaped at you. “What? You thought? Me? Hello?”

Huffing a laugh out of your nose, you shook your head. “Yeah, I know. Insane, right?” You stepped a bit closer, looking down at your slippers. “I just mean, you’re so funny and charming, you’re a good person, and you’re always the center of attention. I’m not like that at all, and I never thought you’d want to be with someone like me.” You looked up through your lashes at him. “So I guess we both assumed wrong about the other, huh?”

Determination crossed his face, and the next thing you knew he was leaning in close, his hands resting on your cheeks. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted, and I was so convinced I could never have you, and I was so afraid to be honest with you that I made you think it was never possible. I am going to do everything I can to prove to you how much you mean to me.”

You felt your breath leave your body, and you held onto the front of his jacket for dear life, worried that you were dreaming. “Denki I-”

“This is the part of the movie where we kiss dramatically in your driveway and the camera pans up over the trees while an upbeat love song plays, right?” He grinned, his nose brushing against yours.

You closed your eyes. “Yes, but if you play WAP again I will never forgive you.”

Denki laughed and pulled back, and you watched as he took his phone out of his pocket and clicked on the screen. The opening notes from Peter Gabriel’s ‘In Your Eyes’ began to play from the speaker behind him. “Better?”

Tugging on the front of his jacket again, you pulled him back to you. “Much.”

With a huff, he continued on his way strolling through the dark, ornately decorated hallway. He was so tired of this. He’d quickly grown weary of behaving as his father’s lapdog, doing all of the dirty work that the prestigious Enji Todoroki couldn’t risk being seen sticking his hands into. He’d considered telling his old man to shove it, but whenever he considered his next move, he didn’t know where he would go. His father expected as much and took full advantage of his begrudged servitude, all the while treating him as less than ever since the accident. Not even his siblings had ever come to treat him the same as they had before, but he suspected that was largely due to parental influence. Though that didn’t make it sting any less. He knew that his mother was petrified to put herself anywhere near the matter and he couldn’t exactly blame her for that. Not when he knew the feeling all too well.

He wanted to run, to start his own life somewhere new. Somewhere far from the influence of his father and the painful memories that put an ache in his bones every time he set foot within the family estate. But again, where could he go? His father would know long before he set foot across the county line and he knew that he wasn’t his only lackey. There were some far more gruesome than he and he shuddered to think of having to outplay one or more of them as a means to escape.

At least it wasn’t all bad. He’d have to remind himself of the bits of good fortune he did have when his mind threatened to slip too far into despair. He had a home of his own to seek reprieve when his services weren’t necessary. A means of living, even if it wasn’t admirable work. Even if it tormented him. He had everything that he needed to keep him alive to see another day. Though most days turned out to be lonely, he was still a breathing, thinking human being. One with the capacity to hope that one of his tomorrows might be a little less lonesome.

He could return to his pity party later. For now, he had a job to do, though he had rolled his eyes at the request. His father was certainly slipping into a deeper shade of madness as of late. That was evident upon his demand that he run some poor young girl out of town, simply because he had deemed her too attractive for her own good. Well, run her out or simply dispose of her, as Enji had phrased it. He never shied away from advocating for the most final of solutions, but Dabi couldn’t ever bring himself to do it. He already looked like a monster, he didn’t want to complete the transformation in that regard.

He already felt subhuman considering the things that he’d done in the past. The smell of singed flesh and the screams of Enji’s enemies were burned into his psyche. He hated resorting to violence. Most of the time when he showed up, the target would take his warning at face value. Everyone knew the rumors about what the Todorokis were capable of and most didn’t want to find out if they were true, so they ran without a second thought. Others, the stubborn and the woefully ignorant, had to be persuaded. Unfortunately for them, Dabi hadn’t inherited his mother’s patience.

Maintaining power was easy when your family held the city in their pocket. Politicians were purchased. The police were on payroll. It was insane how much you could get away with when you had the right amount of cash. Of course, if the bankroll from the family business wasn’t enough persuasion, there was always the promise of ice and fire coming to claim you. That alone was convincing enough for most. The financial compensation was Enji being generous to his collaborators for never batting an eye when a would-be competitor’s building went up in flames that burned so bright they blazed blue.

A heavy sigh left his chest as Dabi sank into the leather seat of his black Mercedes. He understood that he was seated in the lap of luxury and he often felt sick for being so resentful of it. It could be worse, he supposed, letting his mind drift back to ponder his unique situation as he navigated his way through the city streets. But he was unwillingly shackled to this splendor. Dragged along in the darkness, crawling in the shadows cast by the picture perfect image of his family who he could no longer claim was his own, by his father’s own order.

He shook his head, an attempt to shirk his pathetic stream of consciousness and put himself in the proper headspace to do what he did best. Terrorize. Intimidate. Subdue the threat.

But were you a threat? He narrowed his eyes in your direction, watching you from the parking lot as you sat sipping coffee in front of a local cafe with two women who looked too much like you to not be your sisters. Though they didn’t have quite the same striking features that attributed to your ethereal beauty. They would have looked average had they not been seated beside you, but the direct comparison made them look almost embarrassingly plain.

He hadn’t understood Enji’s insistence that you were too pretty for your own good, but he did now. You were the most beautiful sight that he had ever laid eyes on. You looked so harmless. So soft, innocent, and sweet. He felt compelled to you. All you’d have to do is say the word and he would happily do your bidding without explanation. He’d do anything to catch your favor. And therein lies the problem. You had that effect on most men.

Which wasn’t a crime, until you’d caught the attention of Fuyumi’s betrothed at a work function. Apparently seeing that pretty little face of yours had struck enough doubt in his mind to call off the engagement that Enji had worked so tirelessly to make happen, because he wasn’t above coordinating a merger through means of his only daughter’s hand in marriage. In Enji’s eyes, you were the only thing standing in the way of his ultimate goal, so you had to go.

But looking at you now, Dabi didn’t think that he had it in him to run you off, let alone approach you. He didn’t deserve to be in your presence and he surely didn’t want to cause you any harm. All he wanted was to sit there and look at you. To watch your delicate features scrunch up as you let out a giggle that could easily pass as a song to his ears. He’d listen to it all night long if he could, but it was cut short by the handsome man who approached you. The obvious attempt that the man was making instantly wrought Dabi’s lips into a scowl as he kept a careful watch over the exchange.

The stranger had his best smile on his lips, an attempt to charm you as he sauntered up to where the three of you were seated, but you would’ve thought your sisters were invisible by how he seemed to pay them no mind when he interjected himself into your conversation. The smile disappeared from your lips while worry creased your brow and Dabi felt his palms grow warmer as he gripped the steering wheel. He cracked the window to see if he could catch wind of what the man was saying, but all he could hear was you politely telling him that you were busy having an evening out with your sisters before he nodded and backed off with an apology. At least he wasn’t a jackass, Dabi noted.

Your sisters, however, seemed to be more affected by the interaction than you were. Their attitudes shifted as soon as the stranger stepped away, both of them sneering in your direction, taking turns making asinine comments about how the only reason you got so much attention was because you looked like an easy fuck. How you had nothing between your ears, but thankfully you were at least pretty enough to maybe have a chance at snagging a husband. Otherwise, who would want you once your youth faded? You were worthless without your face.

Dabi’s blood boiled. He couldn’t bear to listen to another disdainful lie from their petulant mouths. He pulled on the door handle, popping it open to slip his leg out, but he halted when he saw you rise, hurriedly pushing in your chair to make an escape from their vile words.

He slipped back inside, watching as you half-jogged to your car, leaving the cackling witches behind you. Nerves bloomed in his chest. This was it. He was supposed to handle this, he was ordered to handle this. His mind jumped to the thought of abandoning the plan altogether. He could just turn and run now, leave you be and try to finally make a break for it. But in the back of his mind, he knew that was futile.

His father would run him down. He’d only maim him further and force him back to work or worse, he’d just have him locked up and throw away the key. Not to mention, Enji Todoroki wasn’t one to give up on something once he set his mind to it. He’d have you removed from this city one way or another and Dabi had serious doubts that anyone else would treat you with any modicum of respect or restraint. No, any other one of his father’s goons would likely have their way with you before they either snuffed you out or ran you screaming out of town and he couldn’t let that happen. There was only one viable option. He had no choice but to take care of you himself.

///

It was a song and dance he’d performed many times before, ambushing someone when they were most vulnerable, alone and in the dark of the evening. He followed you at a safe distance, though he doubted that you paid enough attention to check if you were being followed home after a coffee run. He weighed his options, considering what he would ultimately do the whole way there. Contemplated whether or not he’d be honest with you or just take you the way he took everyone else. It might be easier if he just subdued you first, right? You were sure to scream, especially if you saw his face.

His face. He couldn’t let you see it. He’d be too disgusted with himself to even face you. That settled the debat; he’d just wait. Bide his time until he was sure you were asleep and then he’d break in and knock you out before you even had the chance to awaken. He didn’t want to frighten you, certainly didn’t want to risk hurting you. He didn’t want to do this at all, but in all the time that he sat waiting in his car, only a few houses down on the quiet street, he couldn’t think of another option.

His heart was thundering when the time came. Thankfully, everything went smoothly. He entered without incident. No alarms, no dogs. No signs that you had even stirred in your sleep by the time that he crept into your room. He took a moment to stop and admire your beauty up close.

You were even more breathtaking at this proximity. There wasn’t a single flaw that he could find hidden within your features, which looked truly heavenly under the romantic blue light that the moon cast through the sheer curtains hanging over your bedroom window. He readied the syringe in his hand, fighting with himself as he lifted the point to your neck and closed his eyes, unable to bare to watch as he pushed the sedative into your veins.

Tentatively, he opened his eyes to study the rise and fall of your chest. His heart skipped a beat as he waited for your lungs to inflate again; he was petrified that he’d hurt you somehow, but then your chest rose, the gentle sound of your slow, steady breathing filling the still air of the bedroom. He breathed a sigh of relief, gingerly scooping you into his arms to whisk you away.

This was anything but romantic, but he couldn’t help but to let himself pretend that he was your knight in shining armor for just those few seconds. Standing in the pale moonlight, staring down at your peacefully sleeping face. He allowed himself to pretend that this was a tender moment between lovers, instead of some insidious act performed by a monster.

///

A thick fog clouded your mind when you awoke. You struggled to crack open your eyes to peek at the sunlight pouring into the room. Struggled even harder to keep your lids afloat. You felt strange, like there was a film crusted over your brain that you couldn’t quite break. Your hands felt around for your cell phone within your sheets, but these—these didn’t feel like your sheets.

Your eyes snapped open, painfully adjusting to the light as you tried to take in your surroundings, which you were certain now that you didn’t recognize. The air was robbed from your lungs, you clutched at your chest, pulling on the nightshirt you’d worn to bed the night before as you contemplated what to do next, but you came up empty. Your mind was racing at a million miles a minute, but your body was frozen where you sat.

Glancing around the expansive room, you could see that it wasn’t some dank, dark dungeon, but a well-decorated modern space. The walls were a pale gray and all the expensive looking furniture and decor only seemed to exist in black and white. A deep voice suddenly shook your from your observations.

“I know that this sounds terrible, but please don’t freak out. I’m not going to hurt you.” You searched for the source, finding it on the far wall, near the large french doors that you assumed led out to the hall. “I’m trying to help you. I know how fucked that sounds, but I just need you to hear me out. Okay?”

Your breathing became ragged and uneven as your eyes remained trained on the little white box, until the disembodied voice rang in your ears once more.

“I can hear you if you press the button. Are you okay to walk? If not, there’s a mobile intercom in the bedside drawer.” The voice sounded almost..concerned? But this..this had to be your kidnapper, right? Kidnapper. Oh my god, you’d been kidnapped. Fear seized your heart yet again as you scrambled out of the bed, rushing to the little white box to slam on the button and scream, “What do you want from me? I’ll give you anything. Anything, just please let me go!”

Dabi’s eyes shut tight, his brows knitting together as guilt ripped through his chest. He stared at your frantic motions in the monitor, watching as you beat your fist against the bedroom wall. He couldn’t see the tears, but he could hear the sobs spouting from your lips as your forehead fell against the drywall.

“Listen to me,” his voice shook, he cleared his throat and tried again. “Listen to me. I didn’t want to do this. I’m so sorry, but you have to believe me when I say that this is the best alternative to what could have happened to you. I’m trying to protect you, Y/n.”

“How do you know my name?! Who are you?!” You wailed, growing more frantic by the second as you slammed your palm against the wall, tears streaming over your cheeks.

It was destroying him inside. He didn’t want this. Never wanted to hurt you. He’d made every effort to avoid that, but he understood that you must be terrified. He couldn’t even imagine what was racing through your mind, but he wanted to do what he could to soothe you, so he offered you bits of the truth.

“My name is Dabi. I work for Enji Todoroki.”

The name sent ice through your veins. You stopped colliding your hand with the wall and lifted your head to shake it, now trembling in an even deeper sense of fear, “N-no. No, please tell me that you’re lying. I..I-I’ve never done anything to them! Please, I-I’ve heard all the stories.” You sobbed, your thumb shaking as you held it to the silver button. “Th-the disappearances, but I’ve never..I don’t even know them!”

“Ssh, ssh,” he hushed gently, your trembling frame and fear stricken voice would have driven tears of his own over his mismatched cheeks, had he still had the tear ducts to produce them. “I know. But your boss does. That office party a few weeks ago. You were there, weren’t you?”

You wracked your brain, searching for the mundane memory. “Y-yes..I wasn’t supposed to be. His wife couldn’t attend. It was just for the higher-ups and their spouses, so they could socialize and do whatever fucking bullshit they do at those God-forsaken get togethers. I..I was only there because he’d insisted. But I hardly spoke to anyone! What could I have done wrong?”

“You didn’t do anything, doll.” He swallowed, taking a deep breath to steady his voice. “You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Enji’s daughter recently got engaged to your boss’ boss. He took such a shine to you that night that he called off the engagement, which in turn, upset my boss. Unfortunately, Enji has gone off the deep end, but I’m not him. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to protect you from this mess. I didn’t know how else to keep you safe other than to bring you here. I’m sorry, princess. I know this is..a lot, but I’m telling you the truth here.”

You blinked, letting your thumb slip off the intercom as you stumbled back to the bed, sinking down into the soft mattress to stare off into the gray paint on the wall. You sat there, running the events over in your mind. Trying to picture who you had even spoken to that night. There was nothing of note in your memory. You were just a secretary, you had no business being there, no reason to be spoken to. And here you were, held captive who knows where, because the boogeyman was out to get you over something that you didn’t even do? It was crazy. Insane. Unbelievable.

Unbelievable. That’s the word that rang through your mind, over and over as a laugh bubbled in your throat. Unbelievable. You scoffed, laughing heartily as you tried to shake the unthinkable from your mind. The most powerful man in the city wanted you gone and this stranger on the other end of that little speaker box was your only hope? It read like an overdone novel, but you didn’t have much choice aside from turning the page.

You blinked back to your sordid reality, remembering the instructions about the mobile device in the drawer, which you pulled open to find a small, white remote. Simple controls. Push to speak and a couple volume buttons. You pressed the silver button in the center.

“Why should I believe you?”

“Because I’m the only hope ya got, doll.”

///

The first few days were the hardest. Despite Dabi’s overwhelming attempts at hospitality, you chose to stay curled up in bed for most of the first week. He had explained time and time again that you were more than welcome to explore the grounds, so long as you never entered his room.

Apparently, you were nestled in a mansion, far beyond the city limits. His personal home. There was a fully stocked kitchen, a library, a cozy living room, an impressive backyard complete with a pool, and even a private garden, according to him, but you hadn’t ventured outside the room.

He’d taken the time to describe your captivity activity options in detail, insisting that if there was anything at all that you couldn’t find, he’d retrieve it for you. He’d already ensured that your closet was full of an impressive wardrobe and pestered you to learn your favorite meals, so that he could ensure he obtained the correct ingredients for them.

He'd even successfully made some of them for the meals that he would leave outside your room like clockwork, three times a day. He’d check in on you from time to time, promising that he had shut off the security monitors in your room, which he had. He insisted he’d only had them active to watch for when you’d first awoken, because he didn’t want to leave you panicked in a locked room, which you weren’t sure if you’d believed, but he had seemed rather remorseful when he explained himself.

It seemed like he was trying. Between the various gifts he’d leave at your door and the little tidbits of himself or the world outside that he would share with you from time to time in an effort to make conversation, despite how stupid he felt whenever he tried. It seemed like he was telling the truth about his intentions after all, but you were still reluctant.

He sounded remorseful anytime his voice rang through the walls. Always apologizing. Always trying to explain that he only wanted to keep you safe. Telling you how vehemently he disagreed with his employer. How he was so desperate to leave, but he was trapped himself. In a different manner than you, of course, he confessed. He swore up and down how he wished that he could just let you return to the life you knew, but he knew that you wouldn’t be safe outside of these walls, where no one would think to look for you.

You didn’t know if those words brought you comfort or inspired more fear. The wrath of Enji Todoroki was nothing to laugh at, but you missed your home, your life, and your family, despite the way that your sisters treated you.

In a moment of weakness, you’d clutched the little white remote tight in your hand. Crying into the receiver about how even though your family were so cruel to you sometimes, even though your life was nothing spectacular, and even though your house didn’t feel quite like a home with how empty it felt having you as it’s only occupant, you still missed it. You still longed for what you knew, because at least you had hope when you had options. Here, you had nothing.

You weren’t sure if he had heard you. If he was waiting on the other end of the line, until you heard him clear his dry throat, followed by a confession of his own. Another apology poured from his lips, but not because of something that he had done. He offered up a sincere apology for the way that you felt about your life back at home and made a promise that he understood precisely what you were feeling. That peculiar notion of missing something that you knew wasn’t all that great to begin with, but you couldn’t help but be affected by its absence, because it was all that you’d ever known. He whispered his condolences to the hope that you had been holding onto and admitted that he’d had to let his own hope die a long time ago.

That was when you first genuinely considered that he was telling you the truth. Maybe it was the Stockholm syndrome hooking it’s claws into you or maybe it was your self-detrimental need to see the good in people, but you wanted to believe him, to commiserate with a soul as sorry as your own. So you tried.

“C-can I see you?”

He balked at your question, you almost repeated yourself, unsure of if he’d heard your query until he sputtered, “N-no.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I mean, ugh. Listen, I’m not..I don’t look anything like what you would expect, doll. I don’t want to scare you anymore than I already have.”

“I doubt that you could,” you scoffed, daring to let yourself genuinely laugh for a beat. “I’m not going to try and run or trick you or anything, I just..I just want some company.”

He paused, closing his eyes as he mulled it over, or pretended to, rather. He couldn’t fool himself, he didn’t want to say no to this. You were asking for his company. His. Sure, you didn’t have very many other options at the moment, but it meant a great deal to him nonetheless.

“Okay. On one condition.” He agreed, inevitably.

“What’s that?” You perked up, sitting up straighter in the bed as you cradled the device in your hand.

“You can’t look at me. Lights out. You turn one on and I’m gone. Okay?”

“Okay,” you smiled, and though he couldn’t see it, he could certainly hear it, feel it. Feel as it spread the first bit of warmth into his chest after such a long drought without anything of the sort. “That’s fine. I can do that. I promise.”

///

That evening, a gentle knock came to your door. You sat up in the bed, clicking a few buttons on a remote that killed every light source in the room, leaving you stranded in inky darkness.

“Come in,” your voice was more timid than you intended. A symptom of the nerves.

One side of the french doors creaked as it swung open and then shut again. You couldn’t see the figure in the room, but you could hear them; the quiet sound of socks on hardwood.

“Hi,” his deep voice was even smoother than it was over the intercom. It sounded the feeling of running your hands over thick velvet, leaving your skin pricked with goosebumps with only a single word.

“Hi,” you responded meekly, drawing your knees to your chest to wrap your arms around them as the man shuffled across the room to sit in the chair along the far wall. “Thank you for coming.”

“You’re too nice for your own good, aren’t you?” He spoke suddenly, his question sounding more like an accusation.

“W-what?”

“You’re thanking me, the man who’s keeping you here, for coming and paying you a visit in the dead of night.” He explained, a scoff leaving his throat. “Why? How do you know I’m not here for my own selfish reasons?”

“I..I-I don’t know, I just--,” you paused, anxiety bubbling in your chest. Was this a good idea? “I mean if you wanted to hurt me, you’d probably done so already, right? And what you were saying earlier, about how you understood what I was talking about, I just,” you shrugged, as if he could see. “It didn’t sound like you were lying.”

Silence fell. There was nothing to stimulate your senses while you held your breath, anxiously awaiting a response that finally came when he let out a long sigh.

“I wasn’t,” he smiled sadly to himself. “And I won't lay a finger on you, doll, I swear. I guess I’m really just asking myself why I’m even in here at all.”

“Aren’t you lonely?” You shocked the both of you with your inquiry and quickly tried to rectify your rudeness. “I’m sorry. I just mean, I know that I have been. People aren’t meant to be this alone, you know.”

A bitter laugh greeted you from the darkness, “I’ve been alone for a long, long time, sweetheart. I’m used to it.”

“Being used to something and being okay with it aren’t the same thing.” You brought your knees down, shuffling in the bed to bring yourself to sit on the edge.

Dabi’s eyes snapped to where you sat, wishing he could catch just a glimpse of you. His jaw fell open, but no words met yours. He didn’t have them.

“I should know,” you swallowed, tasting the sour memories crawling up the back of your throat, clawing their way to your tongue, begging to be relived.

“Your family isn’t very kind to you either.” He stated empathetically, “I know. I heard your sisters that night.”

“You..y-you were there? At the coffee shop?” You clutched the edge of the mattress, nervously wrestling with the sheets between your fingers.

“Yeah,” he sighed, feeling like a creep once again as he rubbed his face, kicking himself for saying anything. “I overheard the awful shit they said to you. Which was all incredibly incorrect, by the way. At least from what I can tell. Obviously, they’re jealous, but I don’t know where they get off thinking it’s all right to be such fucking bitches about it.”

You laughed quietly, unable to stop the sound as you listened to him gripe on your behalf. It felt good to make such a joyful noise after a week of barely making any noise at all.

He was pleasantly surprised to hear the melodic sound, smiling softly in your direction as he clarified, “I’m sorry. I guess I don’t really know ‘em, so maybe I can’t judge. But from my own experience with shit family members, it just seems like an accurate call.”

“Oh, no, you’re spot on.” You laugh again, but there's a twinge of malice behind this one. “They’re cunts. That’s, uh. That’s no secret. But they’re still my sisters,” you sigh. “My family really believes in that whole blood is thicker than water adage, which is a crock of shit, because no one can stand one another. It’s like they’re all just resigned to be bound to these people who they can barely tolerate when they have to and they’ve roped me into the same con.”

He scoffs, “That is a con. One that you don’t have to subscribe to. Forgive me for sounding like reprobate yet again, but from what I can tell, you’re a sweet girl. Smart too. You don’t need cunts like that dragging you down, family or otherwise.”

“Thank you,” you dangle your feet, shrinking yourself at the praise that stirs something inside your belly. Something that you certainly didn’t expect to feel this evening, warmth. “What about you though? You haven’t said much about them, but it sounds like you don’t exactly look forward to family gatherings.”

“Oh, if only you knew, princess.” He chuckled, deep and dark, and you could feel the vibrations across the hardwood floor as your toes touched down. “My family is a horror story and somehow I always end up being pegged as the monster.”

“I’ve always believed that most monsters are just misunderstood, personally.” You rose carefully from the bed, taking a cautious step forward. “Are you a monster like Ted Bundy or a monster like Frankenstein’s?”

“W-what do you mean?” He readjusted in his seat, clearing his throat to evict the waver in his voice.

“I mean,” you ventured closer, unable to ignore the strange, alluring pull that drew you nearer to the mysterious figure in the chair, “Are you an irredeemable predator who uses his charm to prey on young women for pleasure?”

You were almost close enough to touch him now, near enough to hear the way his breathing became unsteady. “Or were you only made to believe that you’re the monster when you’re really just a victim of someone else’s crimes?”

“I..I don’t--,” he shook his head, his voice breaking in two as he contemplated your words. He wanted to accept the salvation that you were offering to him. He never wanted to do the things that he had, but he’d still done them.

That was enough, wasn’t it? To make him the monster that he'd always believed he was? Why weren’t you afraid of him? Why were you standing so painfully close to him now? So close that he was able to recognize the perfume he’d gifted you wafting off of your neck, adding to the dizzying spiral in his brain.

“Frankenstein’s monster still did terrible things..” he clutched the arms of the chair, his knuckles paleing at the force of his grip.

“To the real monster of the story,” you knelt before him, blindly reaching out to find his hand in the darkness to ghost the pads of your fingers along his knuckles. “But he helped those that he could. He even saved some poor girl that he didn’t even know.”

You lifted your hand away when he flinched at your touch, speaking softly as you continued. “I’d sooner call him a hero for that. He wasn’t a monster at all, he just needed someone to save him from himself.”

He swallowed the sob bubbling in his chest, grateful for once that his tears could never come. His fingers spread out, cautiously trying to connect with yours again. When he found them, he wove his digits through yours and instantly felt as if he could breathe a little easier. Like an immense weight had finally been lifted off of his chest as he let out a breath that he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and almost broken.

You smiled sadly, looking up at the silhouette of his frame that you could just barely see now that your eyes had adjusted to the dark. Why was he so afraid to show you his face?

Your pressed your palm to his and had to catch yourself before you let a gasp slip from your lungs when you felt the cool, metallic ridges. He flinched again, trying to slip his fingers out from between yours, but you held fast, tightening your grasp.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, swiping your thumb against his, unfazed by the metal that you found there as well. “It doesn’t bother me. I’m not afraid of you, Dabi.”

“You would be if you saw me,” he whispered, feeling forlorn and fragile, smaller than he ever had. But he allowed a small spark to light in his chest as he replayed the sound of you saying his name in his mind.

“Looks aren’t everything, you know. They don’t matter to me. Not in the least,” you brought your other hand down carefully atop his, sliding your fingertips over the back of his hand, moving to begin to drag them over the differently textured skin. “May I?”

He inhaled sharply and paused, his hand trembling between yours as he let out an anxious sigh, “Yes,” he agreed, gripping the arm of the chair tight within his other hand as you let your fingertips glide along his arm.

You moved slowly, delicately soothing the skin beneath your touch. You dragged your fingers along the sleeve of his shirt, over the soft skin of his collarbone, then cool metal and scarred skin again.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” You stood slowly, hunching over him as your fingers danced over his neck to slide along his chin.

He could hardly breathe. He could feel your breath on his face as your warm hands skimmed over his cheek to slide behind his ear and into his hair, so that you could hold his jaw in your palm. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” he sighed, closing his eyes, letting himself finally relax as you held his face in your hand. He leaned into it, letting his desperation to be touched in this way show and he didn’t seem to care anymore. He didn’t care to question it either; he just needed more of this. He felt like he would always need more of this.

You smiled softly, bringing your other hand up to assume the same position on the other side of his face and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his hand around your wrist, stroking his thumb against it slowly as you leaned in, giving in to that mysterious but powerful pull that drew you into him. You kissed him tenderly, half-expecting him to flinch away, but he didn’t.

He drew you closer, wrapping a thoughtful arm around your waist, bunching up the nightshirt that you wore as he pulled you into his lap, leaning in to the kiss to deepen it as he helped you settle across his thighs, your knees pushing into the plush upholstery of the chair when you straddled him.

Then he couldn’t ignore the thoughts permeating his mind, threatening to soil this perfect moment. He didn’t deserve this. He ought to push you off of him and head back to his room, but he couldn’t find the will to do so. He was lost, plummeting into unfamiliar territory that he never thought that he’d tread.

It felt so good just to be touched without someone jerking away from the texture of his skin, but to be touched like this, so gently. And to be touched by you? He was gone. Falling headfirst into the deep well of a daydream turned reality that he’d somehow stumbled himself into and he had no desire to climb back out.

Your arms encircled his neck while your fingers knit into his hair, moving up from his nape to cradle his head in your hands as your lips moved against one another’s. His hands found purchase on your bare thighs and you shuddered, moaning into his open mouth as his thumbs pressed on the innermost part of your thigh.

He pulled your lips back to his by taking your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it briefly while he let out a groan as you ground your hips on top of his, sending blood rushing to the tent in his sweats that was rapidly growing against the front of your dampening panties.

“Dabi,” you mewled breathlessly, earning another wanton groan from his chest that vibrated against your own before he claimed your swollen lips once more. He slipped his hands over your thighs, hooking his fingers beneath them to carry you to the bed.

“You don’t have to do this,” he panted, pressing his forehead to yours as he hovered above you.

“Please,” you implored him sweetly, splaying your fingers across his cheek while you lifted your lips to crash into his, speaking against them between breaths. “I want to.” You sigh softly, brushing your bottom lip along his, “Let me show you that you’re not the monster that you think you are.”

He sighed through his nose, a soft groan reverberating against your lips as his tongue slipped between them. You took that as permission and then it was a race to have the other undressed, your mouths barely parting as you stripped each other down in the darkness, using your hands to explore one another’s bodies, to become familiar with the uncharted territory that neither of you could wait to lay claim to.

Your blood was boiling, pooling in an unbearable heat between your thighs that you were desperate to extinguish. You couldn’t wait any longer, but he still seemed hesitant, despite how your bodies were writhing unabashedly against one another, so you took control.

You pressed your palm to his shoulder, pushing him on to his back, so you could straddle his hips. Leaning down, you sat forward to stroke his throbbing member, angling it just so as you kissed him hard and dropped your hips onto his length.

“Oh my God,” his back arched as your walls claimed all of him, his hands flying to your hips. His fingertips dug into your supple skin as he held them, thrusting up into you while your hands fell on his chest.

“Dabi,” you moaned, throwing your head back as you rutted your hips to meet his thrusts. You were so completely full, your walls contracting around his girth while the inertia amplified the way the head of his cock kissed your cervix. It was all so much. Too much, too soon.

“Dabi, oh fuck. O-oh my GOD. I-I’m gonna--,” You whined desperately, hurtling towards a full-body orgasm, a sensation you’d only felt once in your life before, but one that you recognized immediately.

“Fuck, baby, I know. ‘M so close. So fuckin’ close,” he growled, slamming into you even harder as you bounced helplessly on his cock.

Your orgasm hit your like a freight train, every nerve set ablaze at once as you wailed, a sinful song of transcendence that echoed off the walls like a celestial chorus.

He joined you in nirvana shortly after, your spasming walls catapulting him over the edge as he cried out and spilled into you, fast and fierce. The mess dribbled between your intertwined bodies, leaking out of your quivering hole and onto the sweat-soaked sheets beneath you as you collapsed on top of him.

His arms folded around you as if it were second nature, like something you’d rehearsed a thousand times before as you both lay there breathless, no longer able to consider yourselves strangers.

Thank you for reading! There is more of this story to tell, so I will be making a part two. Please like/comment/reblog if you enjoyed 💙