#speeding

"Wasn't staring," you bit the inside of your cheek as you felt the car rumble beneath you, somehow it was getting faster, anything more and you were sure it would explode, and you'd both be ash with it.

Your eyes trailed the bulging veins in his arm that rested on the wheel, earning an eyebrow raise from Bakugo. He knew you liked certain features he had, especially his well-defined muscles, which he had gained from training and being a pro-hero.

He cleared his throat, his foot slamming on the accelerator after changing gears, "Got a bit of drool on your chin," he rasped, his words laced in cockiness as he flexed his bicep on purpose, knowing you'd get enjoyment out of the view.

"As if," You scoffed, but he was painfully right; you enjoyed every second of admiring him. "No idea where you get that big ego from."

His finger rubbed circles on your leg soothingly, contrasting his rough and cocky words. You reached over and rolled down the window, relishing the crisp air that brushed against your face.

The car made a warning sound you were too familiar with as Bakugo sped up once again, "Aren't we going a bit fast?" Your hand flew to his, clamping down as hard as you could, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth.

"Forgot how much of a fucking scaredy-cat you are." He shook his head in disbelief. Not a single bone in his body worried about how quickly they were going; he had done it countless times before, and you were in the car.

Harsh winds bashed your face, the tip of your nose slowly blushing as the temperature in the car dropped. The overly audible sound in the car is your piercing heartbeat, extensively pounding against your chest so hard you thought it would propel out of your chest.

An awkward laugh left your lips, followed by a shaky sigh. Your grip on Bakugo's hand got even tighter as he continued to go the same speed, earning multiple honks from cars in all directions. "I hate your reckless fucking driving." You twirl a piece of your hair between your fingers, hunching over in the seat.

"Oh? Is that why I see a small smile creeping up on your face every time? 'Cause you hate my reckless driving, huh?" An arrogant smirk plastered on his face as he turned to study you, "Ease up, will you?"

You lightly smacked his arm, furrowing your brows with arms crossed across your chest, "Where are you even taking me?" Your question caused his body to tense; he still hadn't told you where he was taking you, and he had no intentions of doing so since it was a "secret".

"Stop fuckin' asking me, you'll see when we're there." His words always sounded aggressive, but they never quite were, not when he was with you. You were his princess, someone he wanted to take care of and always shower with attention and care, even if he wouldn't admit it.

He observed you with soft and doting eyes; the way your hair flowed in the wind, the dainty beauty marks littering your skin, how you'd be sure to grab his hand immediately if you got a rush of adrenaline from the fear.

Bakugo knew it was about time; he knew it was always going to be you from the beginning, and he was ready to take the extra step, no matter how much it made him feel like he was going soft. He was willing to be called a softie, but only for you, no one else.

You giggled quietly, "What? Why are you staring at me like that, 'Suki?" Your smile grew as did his. You were both completely enamored of one another; it was quite vile, actually, or Bakugo would like to pretend like it was. He'd never tell anyone that you managed to find your place in his heart, slowly but surely.

Bakugo smashed his foot down on the brakes, reaching a sudden red light, and both jolted forward, the wind being taken out of you. You both slowly looked at each other wide-eyed, stomachs fallen down to your asses.

"Fuck. Scared the shit out of me," Bakugo ran a hand through his blond hair in defeat. Both his hands were clutching the steering wheel, not letting go.

"Thank fuck. You finally admit it, it is scary!" You complain, an 'I told you so.' tone in your voice, you were waiting for Bakugo to finally admit that speeding through in his car was terrifying, and he only got away with it due to his daily job being an act of service to the country.

This wasn't the only intimidating thing Bakugo was facing today. He switched the car off after he parked it, got out of the car, and nonchalantly strode to the other side, where he opened the car door for you and offered his hand.

"You're being weirdly gentlemanly.." You squinted at him with a slight turn of your lips, and he shook his head in disbelief with a signature smirk on his face. You patted down your dress, inspecting whether there was anything on it, and if your hair sat nicely or if your makeup was ruined already, you had a feeling.

"Just.. Come on, princess." Bakugo held your hand in his, squeezing it tightly before you both walked side by side into the venue.

Leah Williamson was already having a terrible morning.

Her alarm hadn’t gone off (or maybe she just slept through it, but she refused to take the blame for that). Alessia had been knocking on her door for what felt like hours, yelling about how they were already late. Kyra was waiting outside, arms crossed, looking like she was deciding whether to kill Leah or just let Rénne Slegers do it.

And now? Now she was speeding down the road, foot pressed a little too hard on the accelerator, because if they were late, they were dead.

“Leah, slow down!” Alessia snapped, gripping the handle above the door like her life depended on it.

“Yeah, mate, I’d rather be late than in a ditch,” Kyra added, bracing against the dashboard.

Leah scoffed. “We’re already late. I’m just trying to get us there before Rénne decides we’re bench material for the next five years.”

What she didn’t notice—because she was too busy being stubborn—was the police car parked on the side of the road. The blue and red lights flashed to life the second she sped past, and Leah’s stomach sank.

“Are you serious?” Alessia groaned.

“You absolute idiot,” Kyra muttered, sinking into her seat.

“Maybe they’re not pulling me over,” Leah said, but as soon as she did, the sirens blared.

“Pull. Over. Now,” Alessia ordered.

Leah let out the longest groan of her life, slamming her palm against the steering wheel as she slowed down and pulled onto the side of the road. She didn’t look at Kyra or Alessia, but she could feel their judgment.

“You’re so dumb,” Kyra said under her breath.

A firm knock on the driver’s side window made Leah jump.

“Roll it down,” came a voice—stern, no-nonsense.

Leah turned her head, and—okay, well, this was unexpected.

The officer standing outside was… intimidating, to say the least. Your arms were crossed, muscles straining against the sleeves of your uniform.

The tattoos covering your forearms were the kind that told stories—intricate designs Leah wanted to trace just to see where they led. Your sharp gaze flickered from her to the rest of the car’s occupants, and for a moment, Leah forgot she was in trouble.

“Window,” you repeated.

Leah scrambled to roll it down. “Good morning, officer,” she said, flashing a hopeful smile.

“Licence and registration,” you deadpanned.

Leah swallowed. “Uh, yeah, one sec.” She fumbled around for her wallet while Alessia and Kyra sat in complete silence, staring straight ahead like they wanted no part in this.

As Leah handed over her ID, she swore she saw the corner of your lip twitch, just slightly, before you schooled your expression back into something unreadable. You looked down at her licence, then back at her.

“You in a hurry, Miss Williamson?”

Leah cleared her throat. “Uh, yeah. We’re late for training.”

“You do realise speeding isn’t going to make that better?”

“I do now,” Leah muttered.

You sighed, glancing over at Kyra and Alessia. “And you two?”

“Oh, we told her to slow down,” Kyra said immediately.

“Multiple times,” Alessia added.

Leah shot them a betrayed look. “Wow, thanks for the support.”

You handed her ID back. “I should be writing you a ticket.”

Leah winced. “But…?”

You exhaled, shaking your head. “But I’m giving you a warning. No ticket. This time.”

Leah blinked. “Oh. Wow. Thanks, officer.”

You didn’t reply, just gave her one last look—one that sent an annoying shiver down her spine—before turning on your heel and walking back to your car. Leah sat frozen for a second, watching the way your uniform pulled against your back as you walked away.

When you got into your cruiser and Leah was sure you weren’t about to change your mind, she started the car again and pulled back onto the road.

There was a beat of silence.

Then—

“She was so hot,” Leah blurted.

Alessia groaned. “Leah—”

“I mean, did you see her? The tattoos? The arms? The voice? I think I just developed a cop kink.”

Kyra gagged. “Oh my god, please shut up.”

“She could’ve arrested me, and I would’ve thanked her,” Leah continued, eyes still wide, voice filled with far too much admiration.

“Leah,” Alessia warned.

“I would’ve asked her to frisk me.”

“I’m jumping out of the car,” Kyra announced.

“I’m so serious,” Leah went on. “I might start speeding in this area on purpose.”

Alessia shot her a glare. “You do that, and I’m telling Rénne.”

Leah gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

Oh, I would.”

Leah sighed dramatically, finally falling silent.

For a moment, there was peace.

Then, under her breath—

“Bet she looks good in handcuffs.”