narnie3313

[narnie3313]

Let Me Burn-Chapter 3

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Eventual Smut

Warnings: Language, Violence, Explicit,etc….

Summary: The moment you saw those piercing eyes in the corner of the club, you knew you were hooked. There was never a question about it…You knew this man would burn you, yet you embraced the flames.

Pairing: Dabi x reader

Chapter 1  |  Chapter 2  |  Chapter 3

Grabbing your wrist and pulling you from the chair, he leads you into the large kitchen.  

“What do you want to eat?” He asks, standing you on the other side of the kitchen island as he walked around to the stove and began pulling pots out of the cupboard beside him.

“Um…I don’t know? I eat kind of everything but I’m not hungry.”

“You have to eat. I didn’t see you eat at the club and that was over 6 hours ago now so I’m sure you’re hungry but just got distracted by the ……events…of tonight.”

6 hours? Shit, what time is it? You turn around to look out the floor to ceiling windows lining the apartment. The faintest break of light on the horizon signalling that he was indeed right and it was dawn. In under 12 hours your whole world had been flipped…but…had it really? He said you could go home, back to your normal day to day. But you didn’t really want that did you? You liked the excitement, the fear of the unknown. It was like a drug. You knew you should turn around, say thank you and bye to the man behind you, but you just….couldn’t. What would going back do? You’d continue your life of work, eat, sleep, drink and repeat while knowing that there was a whole other world around you that could offer you excitement. Could you pretend not to know about it? Could you pretend like this guy wasn’t going to be in your mind constantly? You barely knew anything about him but you couldn’t walk away from him. Why? What was it about him?  

“Did your mother teach you to cook?” You ask, turning back to lean on the bench, watching Dabi expertly flipping vegetables in a wok.

“No. My mother wasn’t really that kind of person. She tried to be but my father kind of broke her.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You notice that his expression doesn’t falter at all except a slight twitch of…anger?...when he mentions his father.

“Why? Were you around influencing those situations?”

“Well no but I’m sure that those kinds of situations aren’t easy on kids.”

“They weren’t but I survived. I came out the other side of my father with a new purpose. A new outlook. One that not a lot of people share. That’s why I joined the group I did. A lot of them share the same views.”

“And what view is that?” You ask curiously.

“That, dollface, is a question for another day.” He says turning around and emptying the wok into 2 bowls. He slides one and a pair of chopsticks to you and you thank him, taking a seat and beginning to eat. “What about you? What do you do?”

“I’m a personal assistant. Nothing exciting but it pays the bills.”

“Who to?”

“Hmm?” You hum questioningly, pushing the food around with the chopsticks.

“Who’s personal assistant are you?” He asks, placing food between his bi-coloured lips.

“Yori Kondo. He’s the CEO of Kondo electronics. I’m the senior PA but I also have a relief PA who does the job for me when I take time off or have my days off, like tomorrow. Well,” gesturing to the dawn light streaming through the windows, “I guess today.”

“So you don’t work today?”

“No. I have Saturday and Tuesdays off most weeks unless someone is sick and needs me.”

“Sounds like a good job.” He says as he finishes his food. Turning his head, he cocks a brow at you, noticing you’ve barely eaten. “You really should eat.”

“Oh…yeah.” You say and start eating and resume talking between mouthfuls. “It’s not a bad job. The boss does have a bit of a temper but I guess that’s normal in a high stress position.”

Dabi washes his bowl and puts his hand out to collect yours when he notices you’re finished.

“Ok. So, what now?” You ask nervously.

“Well I don’t know about you but I’m tired so I plan on going to sleep. You know where the tv is and the kitchen and bathroom. Feel free to explore…or leave. It’s up to you really.” He speaks as he moves from across the counter to walk behind you, stopping and placing an absurdly warm hand on your hip. He leans down and kisses your neck and you can’t stop the moan that leaves your lips and you close your eyes as a reflex as his lips graze your skin up to your earlobe and feel his tongue flick at your ear. “Or you could come to bed with me, princess.”

Oh the things you wanted this man to do to you. The shivers that were sent through your body at the nickname that just rolled off his tongue and the heat of his breath joined by the cold of his piercings. This guy will be the death of me for sure.  

Turning around and sliding off the chair with your hand on his chest, you lean up and kiss his neck. Two can play this game. “As tempting as that is, the answer is no.” You say and begin walking to the lounge room to turn on the tv. You don’t dare turn around to see the look on his face as you sit down on the couch and flick the tv on. You hear his slow steps as he saunters off into the bedroom pushing the door closed. Sighhh. It’s been so long and he’s so damn alluring….Giving yourself a pat on the back for your restraint, you flick through channels until you land on a news outlet reporting on the club.  

“Reports say that at around 5am this morning, a passerby noticed the charred insides of this prestigious nightclub through the destroyed door. No one knows exactly what happened but it seems that the fire that was inside burned at temperatures in excess of 1500 degrees Celsius. It is presumed to be the work of a notorious villain gang, the name of which is still unknown but fits the M.O. More information to come.”

You switch the tv off and sit there hugging your knees to your chest. Why can’t you bring yourself to go? You know you should. He’s dangerous. He’s almost definitely killed people. There’s no way he hasn’t if he’s in a villain gang. He didn’t even know you and yet he excluded you from the attack. No matter what he says, he could be crazy. He could be keeping you as a plaything. He could be keeping you to hostage you or torture you. None of this makes sense. Why was he so magnetic to you? It was like something had changed your perception of him, but how? Why? That’s not his quirk so it couldn’t have been him. But why would he even go to lengths like that for someone he didn’t know at all? Was he feeling the same thing? Sure he flirted with you and given the chance, you’re positive he would plow you into the nearest surface, but was he feeling the same pull to you as you are to him? Or did he just want to keep you around to dick you down?  

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts you stand and walk to the kitchen. Searching every cupboard until you find a glass, you fill it with water and drink. Thinking about this is hurting my head. You rinse the glass and place it on the white bench top and walk towards the window facing the bright city. You can spot a few signs that you recognize meaning you would be able to find your way to them and then find your way home since you’re sure since this part of town is so empty, there’s a slim to none chance there’s any taxis around. Even if you cant bring yourself to leave him, you need some stuff from your apartment…like your own clothes. You grab your bag and head towards the door. I’ll be back before he even wakes up. I’m sure he won’t mind me leaving the door unlocked so I can get back in. You click the ground floor button as you enter the elevator and wait out the dings of every other floor before coming to a stop as the doors open. You walk out the same side door you’d come in and head out to the street. Turning around to take note of the address, what the building looked like and how to get back to here, you begin walking in the direction of the city. You had somewhat mapped out the neighbouring blocks from Dabis place so you could find your way.  

***

Opening the door to your apartment felt…odd. Less than 12 hours you’d been at Dabis and it already had you feeling like nowhere else was home anymore. This is fucking crazy. What the hell is happening to you? You try to ignore the web of thoughts in your brain and head to your bedroom to pack a bag of clothes, get changed and pack your toiletries. Once that was done, you went to the kitchen to grab your medications and your expensive teas. Just one of your little guilty pleasures. Like hell I’m leaving them. Shoving them in the packed duffle bag, you head back out to the street and call a taxi to take you back to Dabi. Dabis apartment….not the man…just the apartment.  

***

Walking back into Dabis apartment, you gently placed your duffle bag on the ground near the door and walked into the kitchen to find Dabi sitting at the breakfast bench with his head in his hands. The trip to your place had taken a little longer than planned and it was now just after 10am. When he heard your footsteps round the corner, his head shot up, eyes wide as he drank in the sight of you like he hadn’t seen you in years. He begins to speak, his tone different than you’d heard just hours before.  

“I thought you must have left.”

Has he been sitting here since I left? Did the elevator wake him…?

You suddenly feel self conscious and cross one arm across your body and hold your elbow. “I did. I went to my place to get some clothes and stuff.”

“….I didn’t think you’d come back.”

You take a few silent steps towards him. “Why?”

“Why what?” He says, standing up, not taking his eyes off you.

Taking a few more steps towards him, “Why did you think I wouldn’t come back?”

He closes the distance between you with 2 large steps and stands as close to you as humanly possible without touching you and looks down at you. “Because you know who I am. Most people would have ran to the cops.”

Looking up to those same entrancing eyes, “Well I didn’t.”

“That’s what makes you so intriguing.” He leans down and places his lips on your hairline, then, all too soon, walks off behind you and back into the bedroom, pushing the door almost closed behind him.

What the hell just happened….? Was he…scared? …..What…. For the hundredth time in the last few hours, you’re confused yet again.

Author Note: Well...that’s chapter 3! I hope you enjoyed! I’m working on Chapter 4 now and should have it done in a few days! 

[narnie3313]

Let Me Burn-Chapter 3 will be up in the next 2 hours! 💜💜

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Let Me Burn-Chapter 2

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Eventual Smut

Warnings: Language, Violence, Explicit,etc....

Summary: The moment you saw those piercing eyes in the corner of the club, you knew you were hooked. There was never a question about it…You knew this man would burn you, yet you embraced the flames.

Pairing: Dabi x reader

Chapter 1  |  Chapter 2  |  Chapter 3

“It’s you….who are you? Why were you watching me? Who are you? What did you have to do with all this?” At this point you didn’t care that you were rambling and repeating yourself, you were too lost to care.

“I wont hurt you. I put you in the room so you didn’t get hurt. I’ll ex….”

“YOU put me in the room? Why? When? Why don’t I remember?”

“If you’ll shut up for a minute I’ll explain everything but I need to get out of here and I want you to follow me. If you don’t, you wont get your answers and you’ll never see me again.” Without another word he turns around and steps towards the door.  

Shit. I don’t need to be involved in this. But I need to know what happened…I need to know who he is. You turn and quickly snatch up your belongings and follow after him. The front door is gone….a hole where it used to be. That must be what the explosions were before the blue light… You walk out into the cold night air, feeling it more than usual because you would usually be drunk going home so wouldn’t feel the cold breeze. You try to stifle your shiver as you follow the tall man in the black trench coat. What the hell am I thinking. This guy looks like a textbook serial killer or some shit….my mother would kill me. You sigh and shake your head. But something about him feels….safe? He saved you from whatever happened in there and those eyes of his hold too many secrets that you cant walk away without unravelling. I need to know.  

You’re not sure how long you’ve been walking but you keep about 5 paces behind him at all times. It’s not until he stands in a side alley holding a door open and staring straight into your soul again that you notice you’re far away from the regular bright lights and busy streets of the city. He looks from you to the door as if telling you to go inside. You slowly move towards him and look straight into his eyes questioningly then move inside the door and look around. It’s not what you expected at all. You’re led off the street down a short hallway into an elevator where he presses the highest number. As the elevator begins moving, you can feel his stare on you while you’re just looking at your hands. You allow your gaze to move up his body towards his eyes, admiring the body under his open coat. Tight jeans show the curves of his calves and his muscular thighs but his loose singlet shows his collarbones and strong neck. Moving up to his face, you notice his scars, once again feeling drawn to them as if they were magnetic to you. Paying close attention to every one of the staples in his skin, your eyes move to stare into those endless blue pools again only to find him trailing his gaze over your body that you had all but forgotten was only covered in a skimpy black dress.  

“Enjoying the view?” You ask with a roll of your eyes, hoping he’ll ignore the fact that you’d just been doing the same thing to him.

“Could ask you the same thing, sweetheart.” He says with a small smirk as his eyes come back to meet yours.

“Where are we? Where are we going?”

“One of my safehouses. You wanted answers so I’ll give them to you. But I had to get out of there before the cops and heroes got there.”

“What are you, some kinda hit man or some shit? What normal person needs a safe house?” You say as the elevator doors open with a ding.

“I’ll answer anything you ask soon. You’re cold and still in that little dress so go take a shower first and I’ll set some clothes out on the bed for you to warm up first. When you’re done, come out and we’ll talk.”  

“You’re serious? 1. I don’t know where those clothes have been. 2. I’m not just gonna get naked in a strangers apartment and 3. I don’t even know who you are.”

“You don’t have to trust me but you’re safe here. Why would I save you just to hurt you? Seems like a waste of time don’t you think?” He says with a tone of disinterest.

“I guess…” You say as you walk away into the bathroom he pointed to. You couldn’t deny, you were really, really cold. The winter air on the street certainly hadn’t done you any favours.  

You spent longer than you care to admit searching every possible spot for a camera or something suspect but gave up when you found nothing. You got in the shower only after making sure the door was locked like 3 times and allowed the hot water to warm your cold body. Once you were done, you wrapped yourself in the fluffy towel and unlocked the door to peek into the bedroom to see if he was waiting for you. Surprisingly he wasn’t….although not all that surprising. Despite the abnormal appearance that may have frightened anyone else, you weren’t phased by the scars….they weren’t what drew you in, and for some unexplainable reason, the moment you laid eyes on him, you knew you were a goner.  

Warm and dressed into a set of what you guessed were a pair of his sweatpants and hoodie, you walked cautiously out the bedroom door and entered a large, open plan living room/ kitchen surrounded by large windows over looking a dark part of the city. You weren’t sure exactly how high you were but you could see where the city centre was from the bright lights a few blocks away. You looked around for the mysterious man you’d allowed yourself to be taken by…I can’t even say he kidnapped me. Damn it y/n, why do you make stupid choices? Why are you like this? You place the ball of your hand in your eye socket and throw you head back in frustration. You’d made stupid, dangerous mistakes before but they paled in comparison to this. This takes the cake.  

“You know,” that husky voice sounds from to your right, sitting in an arm chair watching you. “Most women wouldn’t follow a strange man home. Do you have a deathwish?”

“I don’t know. I needed answers about what happened and….” You look back down to your hands.  

“And…?” He asks, cocking a brow.

“And……I can’t explain it but….I feel safe with you. Your eyes tell me there’s more to you.”

Your eyes are still on your hands in your lap so you miss the way his eyes widen with shock at your words.  

“I’ll answer whatever you want honestly.”

You’re not even sure what to ask first. You look up at him through your lashes. “Why did you save me from….whatever it was that happened back there?”

“I don’t actually know. Something about the way I was drawn to you the whole night and then the way you approached me and touched me without even a touch of fear in your expression….I knew I had to see you again.”

Your face flushed at that. “Ok, so, you were watching me the whole night?”

“Couldn’t keep my eyes off you, doll.” The way the name rolled off his tongue had your body heating up from within your core as his eyes noticed the change in your breathing and smirked.

“Ok….then….who are you exactly?”

“Dabi.” Your heart sank as each syllable of the name rattled in your brain. Dabi. You’d seen that name on the news. Extremely dangerous, do not approach. Yet here you were sitting in his living room. Your eyes widen slightly, not knowing exactly how to react. The news articles never specified what he was wanted for, just that he was dangerous. But this man in front of you seemed so…..soft? Despite his appearance he just radiated gentle vibes. What the hell is actually wrong with you, y/n? First thing, 9am, I’m booking a therapist.  

“I’m guessing by that reaction, you know who I am.” He sits forward, slouching and resting his elbows on his knees at that statement. You shake your head gently. “No?”

You look up at him with gentle yet cautious eyes. “Well, I mean…I’ve seen you on the news. Wanted and dangerous was all they say so no, I don’t actually know who you are, I just know OF you.”

He can’t help but smile at that. “Hmm.” He sighs, leaning back lazily in his chair. “You’re interesting. You know my name and that I’m wanted for reasons unknown to you but bad enough that they say my name more than twice a day on national television, yet you’re still here, sitting in front of me, without running or looking at me in horror. Why?”

“Well, all I can think about is how you’ve had literally every chance to hurt me but you haven’t. You could have in the club, but you put me in the room away from whatever happened there. You could have while I was looking in the locker. You strike me as the kind of person that would be quiet enough on your feet not to get caught if you didn’t want to be. You had heaps of chances while walking the dark, empty streets here. Hell, you even had me in your bathroom and bedroom where no one would have ever known where I went and you still did nothing except offer me a shower and clothes… I don’t think you want to hurt me. Then again,” you say throwing your hands up and shrugging, “maybe there’s bigger, more torturous plans for me.” You say with a giggle as you watch him smile slightly. “Look, I don’t know why you’re being nice to me or whatever, but thank you. The next question I have is, what actually happened to the club? And why did I pass out while watching you?”

“Both questions I don’t think you’re going to like the answers to.”

“I need to know.”

“Ok. The club was broken into and robbed by the team I’m involved in. That club was actually a front for a black market. They had the biggest stash of priceless stolen items in the city in their cellars. My group needed the money so we took what we could grab and destroyed the rest of the club as a message to the owner. As for why you got passed out, I’m sure you would have been hot from the dancing and the body heat of the dance floor and its not uncommon for people to pass out from heatstroke in events like that, but I’m pretty sure what sent you over the edge was my flames.” As he says the last word, he rotates a hand to rest on his knee palm side up as a small blue flame dances in his palm. “My flames burn way, way hotter than most so it would have knocked you out since you were so close.”

You were mesmerised by the flickering blue light in his palm still, until he noticed your dazed expression and closed his hand into a fist, extinguishing the flames. Shaking your head, you look back at him. “So that’s what the blue light was?” He nods. “Ok. There’s one more question, but I’m afraid to ask.”  

“You want to know what happened to all the people in the club.”

You can only bring yourself to nod, still looking into those glowing blue eyes.

“The flames I released that you saw were aimed for gas canisters being thrown above the crowd. The gas knocked everyone out. Another one of the group teleported all the people into separate areas of the city except for the owner and the people in on the market. When we got what we needed, I used my flames to torch everything that could indicate we’d been there without letting them spread to the outside so no one showed up until daylight.”

“You’re very calculated. What happens to me now? You said you saved me because you had to see me again… but what does that mean? What do you want with me?”

“I don’t actually know about that yet. I’m not evil. I don’t do things just to kill and maim people and I certainly don’t want to hurt you. I can let you walk away and return to your day to day life since I know nothing you could say to anyone would get me caught anyway, but you’re interesting. I want to unravel you.” Keeping his eyes on you, he stands up and takes 3 large steps towards you, stopping when his toes meet yours. His hand reaches out to your face as his thumb and forefinger cup your chin, tilting your head back slightly. “I want to know what’s going on in that brain of yours…” He leans down till you can feel his breath on your ear, causing goosebumps. “I want to know what makes you tick.”

Now, you couldn’t deny this man was enticing, for lack of a better word, but you also weren’t easy. No matter how hot this man was, you still knew he was dangerous and weren’t about to give it up that easy.

Placing your hands softly on his chest you pushed while leaning back to put some space between you, just enough to give him a smirk. “You’ll have to work a lot harder than that.” With that, he stood back upright and chuckled.

Author note: Ok, chapter 2 is up. I’m currently working on chapter 3 but will also be off grid this weekend (8th August - 10th August) so next chapter should be mid next week but don’t hold me to that. As always, let me know what you think as feedback is always extremely appreciated! Thanks for reading!

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CHAPTER 2 OF 'LET ME BURN' WILL BE UP IN ABOUT 2 OR 3 HOURS! 😱🥰💜💜

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Let Me Burn-Chapter 1

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Eventual Smut

Warnings: Language, Violence, Explicit,etc....

Summary: The moment you saw those piercing eyes in the corner of the club, you knew you were hooked. There was never a question about it…You knew this man would burn you, yet you embraced the flames.

Pairing: Dabi x reader

Chapter 1  |  Chapter 2  |  Chapter 3

The deafening bass was exactly why you came here. Your body had long been overtaken by the music, moving and swaying with the beat as if possessed. Nothing else existed. Your hands slid up your hips and through your hair till they landed, tangled in the air as your head fell back. Careful, calculated steps, one after the other, allowing you freedom to sway your legs and hips more as your hands move back down your chest, over your stomach and down to your thighs. You’d lost track of how long you had been like this, but the fact that you were thirsty pulled you out of your trance. Standing back upright but still allowing your hips small movements, you open your eyes slowly as you push some stray hair out of your face. Looking up to find a way through the sea of bodies melting together, you begin to walk forward, gently pushing people out of the way slightly to get yourself through. You could see the bar now but as you walked up to the last few people on the edge of the dance floor and gently push, they don’t move. As if bolted to the ground and they don’t feel you. Being pretty small, you just squeeze yourself in to push past their backs. Not ideal but better than being trapped. You managed to squeeze past only for them to move as you’re about to take your last step out and away, causing you to stumble 2 steps forward and only just keep yourself upright. You take a breath to steady the mini heart attack you just had at almost eating the floor and brush yourself off while pulling your dress back down. Steeling yourself, you stand upright and brush the hair out of your face, harder this time in annoyance. As your eyes raise, you notice two, piercing cerulean eyes in a corner looking straight at you. That corner of the club is dark as they’re private booths about 10 meters away and with the lights flashing all around you can only make out quick flashes of them. As one of the strobes spin toward the eyes you can quickly make out spiky, black hair and….metal? On his face? Maybe piercings. But those eyes…You feel your whole body shudder and weaken as the eyes watched you. Shit. If they look that good from this far, I want to see them up close. You realize all too late that you’re staring and quickly turn your head to look towards the bar to your left before quickly looking back for the eyes. He’s gone? The eyes were gone. Was it just a figment of your imagination? Maybe a trick of the light? You drop your head and rub the balls of your hands into your eye sockets. Good job. You’ve drank too much and you’re seeing shit. You start to walk to the bar anyway because, well, why not? No work tomorrow, no plans. Get drunk, dance, go home and sleep in. Leaning against the bar and propping yourself up a little, you catch the attention of a bartender almost instantly.

“Hey! Can I get a rum and coke please? Just add it to card 261.” With that, the bartender nods and heads off to grab the drink. The payment system here was a shock when you’d first found it but now totally made sense. Since drunk people don’t do so well at holding onto stuff, you checked in your belongings to a numbered locker. In the locker there was a slot for a credit card. Once you slipped the card in, they could take payments just by typing it into their computer. Definitely was more secure than holding cards on you all night.

The bartender returned shortly, sliding your drink to you and giving you a nod. Smiling back at the man, you took your drink to sit down on the mezzanine level and enjoy the music while watching everyone else dance. It was only early at 11pm so you could take a break, enjoy a drink then head back down to dance till you were tired. You couldn’t get those gorgeous eyes out of your mind though. Come to think of it, there’s no way it could have been real right? No one has eyes that blue. They were almost superhuman. It was almost as if there was a whole ocean behind them…and you couldn’t wait to drown in them.  

Sipping on your drink, you watch as the DJ swaps some discs around during a song, you can see all the bodies below. Some moving in sync with a partner, some dancing on their own, a few not even dancing just making out. Get a room, jeez. You hear a few whispered conversations from around you. People sitting in groups in the lounges chatting away. Standing abruptly, you see them again. Those eyes. As if they were glowing and calling your name. This time in the centre of the dance floor. Not moving. Just standing. Watching. Watching you, again. You begin to walk the length of the railing towards the stairs, not looking away from the eyes even once as they followed your every movement. Each step down the stairs, they eyes followed. Each step through the bodies of dancers, the eyes never moved. Just watched you with an unreadable expression. Whatever this was, was captivating. You couldn’t help but think that you should be terrified. That you should be scared of the attention you’d attracted from just this one person. If it even was a person and not just a hallucination. But the gaze seemed to do the opposite. It was calming. Soothing. It almost felt….familiar. Keeping your eyes glued on the blue lights, you carefully push past body after body to work your way forward. You can see flashes of the body surrounding the eyes as dancers move and twist. It’s a man. He’s tall. The black hair sticking up in all directions while a few pieces fall over his face. You can see better now…the metal… the piercings…look like staples, and that’s when you see it. The club lights shine brighter for the change in song and you can see it. The different skin tones on his face. His bottom jaw and under his eyes littered with the same purple colour skin, almost looking like burns, looking like they were held together by the stables along the different skins. His eyes seemed to bore straight into yours as you approached, his expression never changing. As you got closer your steps slowed, becoming more careful and deliberate. Each step bringing you closer to the source of the lights till you were in front of him. He looked down at you with tired eyes. You were entranced by him. So much so that you felt like you had no control of your body in that moment. Your hand slowly moving up towards his face as if something had taken over you. Your hand comes to just slightly rest on his cheek, feeling the contrast of textures. The soft, regular skin, the hard staples and the rougher purple colored scars. Your eyes never leaving his while your hand ran over the staples and scars carefully.  

BOOM BOOM

Suddenly there is a loud explosion sound from behind you, tearing your vision away from the godlike figure in front of you. Your eyes dart behind you as everyone freezes. You look back to the man in front of you who hasn’t moved except lifted a hand out to extend in front of him above your shoulder. His eyes still not leaving yours when you see his lips move and hear the faintest whisper slip from him. I’m sorry. You’re engulfed in a blue light. It’s filling you entirely taking over all of your senses before everything goes dark and that light is gone, along with the man with the eyes that will stay in your mind forever. There is only the darkness as you feel yourself drift off.

***

You sit bolt upright snapping your eyes open and gasping for air. What the fuck happened? Where were you? You didn’t know the room you were in. It was a well decorated, professional looking bedroom, almost like a hotel. Standing up slowly, allowing you to ground yourself, you take slow steps towards the door. Turning the handle to find that it was locked. Quickly glancing around the room for some kind of key or, really, anything I guess, to get you out, you notice a key on the table next to the door. Well that’s awfully convenient. Opening the door with the all too convenient key, you enter a dark hallway with dim lights spaced periodically down it. You’d walked through here before but never hung around long enough to care but you knew where you were at least. These were the clubs private rooms. The club had rooms like a hotel that you could rent out for obvious reasons or if you just needed a place to crash. Now the next mystery… how did I get here… You try to remember what happened. You remember him. The eyes. The scars. His hand outstretched but eyes never leaving yours….then…the blue light….just like his eyes. What happened…?

You walk along the hallway noticing light at the end of the row of rooms beaming but flickering slightly. All at once, you’re overtaken by a wave of emotions as you turn the corner facing towards the bar and dance floor…..

“What….what happened….?” You say to no one in particular. Shock spreading over your body at the scene before you. The club looked like it had been set on fire and abandoned years ago…. The DJ booth was just the charred remains of a table and a turntable. The alcohol bottles behind the bar were broken and burnt and the club had this charred aura to it.  

Wait. What time is it? You scramble into the locker room to the left of the bar past the rubble and remains of the dance floor and grab the key out of your bra to open the locker. Oh thank god. The lockers hadn’t been to badly affected so your phone was still inside. 2%. Shit. Wait….4am?! What the hell had happened here for you to have been standing on the dance floor looking at a god of a man, to losing 5 hours and waking up in a back room of a club burnt to smithereens?! There’s no way you were drugged, you were the only one to touch your drinks beside the bartender and you knew because you were so damn vigilant about it! This had to have something to do with that guy. There’s no way it didn’t…he lifts his arm behind you and there’s bangs crashes then a searing blue light?

“Way too much of a coincidence…or I’m just going mad.” You mumble to yourself.

“You’re not going mad.”  

The hairs all over your body stand on end at the sound of a deep, scratchy voice coming from behind you. You’re body froze, too afraid to turn around. Why would someone be in here? Unless they were in a room like me…I didn’t even think to check the other rooms. Shit. What the fuck is going on.

“I’m sure you’re confused and probably scared.” The voice speaks again.

“Um, well yeah? I’m currently standing in the burnt remains of a club that I was happily drinking and dancing in about 5 hours ago, I’ve since lost those 5 hours of my life and have no idea what is going on and feel like I may have been teleported to another dimension and can only tell myself to thank whatever guardian angel is watching over me that decided to keep me safe even if I don’t understand why it did…” You began to ramble from…shit. What were you even feeling? Scared? Shocked? Sad? You didn’t even know. There was way too much going on for you to begin processing. You heard the crunch of a footstep behind you and turned sharply to tell the person to stop and not get closer, only to be met with a mop of black hair and….those eyes….Oh why did it have to be THOSE eyes….

Author note: I hope you enjoyed Chapter 1 of Let Me Burn! Let me know any  feedback and if you have any requests send them through! <3

[narnie3313]

Ok I have a question to put to everyone that reads my fics! I'm currently working on a dabi x reader fic and I've decided it's probably going to be more than one chapter. I'm currently at a good stopping point and I'm at about 2000 words ish. Now, do you prefer I upload chapter 1 now while I work on the rest or should I finish it and post each chapter consecutively?

Thanks for the input 💜💜

[narnie3313]

Shigaraki, gracing me with his presence in my cell: Why havent you been writing as much?

Me: Idk, just kinda burnt out a little.

Shigaraki, not angry at all: Wanna take a little break, then? Maybe play some games? Reread some old books you love?

Dabi: Or I could fuck you stupid? Would that help?

Me: ... I literally cannot choose.

[narnie3313]

Too Much

Genre: Fluff, Smut (not really), Angst, Pining

Warnings: Violence, Blood,

Summary: After graduating UA and becoming a Pro Hero, you find a friend, and more, in your emotionally unavailable coworker, Hawks.

Pairing: Hawks x Reader

Standing on the 8th story balcony overlooking the streets below you could see everything from the neon signs attached to the side of the buildings, each advertising something different or letting people know what store was there, to the people scattered around. Even at 2am there was the regular hustle and bustle of the street, a sound which had become comforting to you. Feeling the winters breeze glance across your bare shoulders causing a shiver snapped you out of your daydream. With one last glance over the city, you turned and walked back to the glass sliding door and opened it slowly. As if on que, you heard a dull thud behind you on the balcony. You already knew what it was without even turning, having had this happen many times before. Placing your forehead against the glass door and letting out an exasperated sigh, you begin to speak.

“Why are you here?”

You can hear the light shuffle of feet behind you slowly getting closer. Lifting your head from the glass and turning around, you see a shadowed silhouette of a man. A man you knew all too well. The same man you had been hooking up with randomly for 3 months. The same man who told you that he would never feel anything special for you when you saw another woman getting handsy with him and asked him what you were to each other. The same man that hadn’t spoken to you after you told him you were starting to feel something for him over a month ago.

“I’ll ask again. Why are you here, Takami?” You watched as the beautiful ruby red wings attached to the man seemed to slump down onto the balcony as you uttered his last name.

“I missed you, songbird.” Songbird. The nickname he had used for you when you were in bed because of the sounds he could pull from your body whenever he touched you. It had just stuck and he decided to use it all the time because of the pink colour that would tinge your cheeks every time he said it.

“No. That’s not good enough. Why are you really here?” in this moment you’re grateful to be shadowed by his figure as to hide to the blush creeping onto your skin and the tears prickling the corners of your eyes. There really was no denying it, you missed him.

*****

You’d never really spoken about what you two had been doing. It would start with a bite to eat at lunch since you both worked at the same agency. A conversation after a raid. Sitting in the boardroom together doing paperwork bonding over just how much you both hated said paperwork. A smile here. A wink there. Harmless flirting throughout everyday. Until the work dinner. Sitting at the long table with most of your colleagues, from Heroes to receptionists to personal assistants, you could only focus on the man across the table and 2 seats down to the right. It was the first time you’d seen him out of his hero suit. He was dressed in plain black dress pants, shiny black dress shoes and a beautiful, dark grey button down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. You guessed the shirt would have the same holes in the back for his wings but you couldn’t see. His hair was still wild as always but you could see that he had brushed it and had at least attempted to style it. The shirt hugged his form beautifully and you could see how toned his arms were that were usually always hidden by his baggy hero suit.

 You were both sharing glances at each other the whole night, until the people sitting next to either of you would pull you into a conversation. Sneaking glances back to each other and rolling your eyes as if speaking telepathically. As the night wound to a close and people finally began to leave, it was about 11pm. Standing up to say your farewells to the 3 people left next to you, you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes scanned your every movement.

 “I’m off guys. Thanks for a good night.” You say shaking Claires hand, a PR manager at the agency. Waving towards the other 2 to the left of Claire, Jim, a promotional assistant and Kaly, the head of the HR department, you step behind your seat and look towards Hawks to see him already standing and walking around to you.

“I’ll walk you out.” He said as he placed his hand in the middle of your back and led you towards the exit.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that, you could have stayed with the others.”

“Actually, the only reason I’m still here is you. I was waiting for you to leave.” He says with a slight chuckle, noticing the confused and slightly cocky expression on your face.

“Oh? And why is that?” He smirks and chuckles under his breath. There’s that confidence that drew him to you.

“Well it wouldn’t be very heroic of me to allow someone such as yourself to walk home alone at such a late hour, now, would it?”

“Oh, true. I suppose you’re right. However will I thank you for such a considerate gesture kind sir?” You say while curtsying playfully.

He let’s out a deep, hearty laugh and puts an arm through yours as he begins walking. The walk is filled with chatter about missions, experiences and funny stories. So much so that neither of you notice that you were walking in circles with no actual destination in mind.

              “So, ah, I just realised. I don’t know where you live.” He says shyly while rubbing the back of his neck and smiling down at you.

Letting out a little giggle, you reply, “Well, I never gave you my address so I’d probably be worried if you did.” Doing a quick survey of the area to see if you knew where you were, you noticed a few familiar shops and could tell which way was home. “It’s ok, we’re actually not too far. You don’t have to walk with me though, you know. I’m sure you want to get home and sleep.”

              “I don’t mind. We both have tomorrow off anyway, don’t we?”

              “True, but I’m sure you don’t want to waste your time walking me home.” You say with a chuckle.

His head tilts to look down at you, “Anytime I’m with you isn’t wasted.”

 You’re frozen. Your legs won’t move. You can’t do anything but look up at his face which was already looking right at you. Your eyes meet his as he searches your face for any indication of what you may be feeling. Your eyes are slowly looking over his whole face as he comes to stand in front of you, closer than you’d been while walking side by side. The street lights illuminating the right side of his face. You watch his eyes as you feel his hand gently leave your arm and brush down your ribs to come to a stop at your hip, repeating the same movement on the other side. You can feel him take just the slightest step closer to you and watch as he leans down agonisingly slow. You know where this is going and what’s about to happen. You can’t bring yourself to close your eyes, instead, watching every move he makes. Watching the way his eyes keep sliding from your eyes to your lips and back. Just as you feel his breath on your cheek, his lips ghost over your skin and go to your neck, making you instinctively open your neck for him before you hear him whisper to you.

                “Y/n, I really, REALLY want to kiss you, but I need you to know that I can’t date anyone for personal reasons. If you understand that and don’t mind, then I need you to know that if you tell me to stop at anytime, I will. No questions asked. But….if you don’t tell me to stop, I don’t think I’ll be able to.” His warm breath on your ear and neck is quickly gone as you open your eyes and see him pressing his forehead against yours. “If you don’t want this, tell me now, kid.”

He watches your movements carefully as you bring your left hand to his bicep and your right hand to cup his cheek and scan his face once more as you quickly lean up and press your lips against his hard. His fingers dig into your hips hard as he pulls your body closer and his tongue slowly licks your bottom lip as if asking to be granted entry. You open your lips slightly and press your tongue to his and feel a moan rip from your mouth into his causing one of his hands to slip up the centre of your back and into the hair at the base of your neck. Both of you pulling closer until there is no space left. You need more and you can tell from the groans that come from his throat, he does too.

Pulling away just enough to separate your lips while he leans forward to chase your lips you say, “Take me home?” You give him your sweetest smile look at his lust blown eyes from through your eyelashes. The look is enough to flick the switch in him and in seconds, you’re in his arms in the sky directing him to your apartment.

***

Watching the shadows around his body morph as your eyes adjust to the light differences, you begin to notice little details of the beautiful man in front of you. He’s slouched slightly, his eyes are on your feet, there’s blood on his cheek and his glasses are gone.

              “What happened?” You say taking a slow, cautious step towards the man that had singlehanded ruined your heart for other men. His eyes watch your cautious steps but he doesn’t dare look up to your face. You notice that the blood on his cheek is coming from a gash on his cheekbone that looks fresh. Without thinking, you grab his hand and lead him inside to the bathroom.

 Grabbing a face washer wand wetting it under the tap you glance at him in the mirror to find him watching your face as if you were a masterpiece in a gallery. You turn to him and gently press the cloth to the injury and wipe the blood away while trying to ignore the heat building in your face at the fact that his gaze hadn’t changed, still looking at every little feature and movement of your face.

              “You gonna tell me what happened yet?”

You don’t miss as his eyes dart to your lips as you speak and continue to wipe the blood away. “Mission went wrong.”

              “Ok…? So who managed to get a hit on you? What was the mission?”

              “Some lower level villain. I got distracted, let my guard down, got hit. Was supposed to be a simple raid. Clean out a small gang. Was all but done when 4 came out of a side door and attacked Hiroto. He got thrown and almost died before I could get to him.”

              “I’m sorry, Takami. Is he ok now?” You say, rinsing the blood stained cloth.

              “He’s alive. I came here when they took him to the hospital.”

There’s a silence while you place the cloth on the bathroom sink and turn to face him. “Keigo, why did you come here?” You notice the way his eyes widen and dart to your eyes as you say his name. Calling him by his first name was always the sure fire way to get his attention quickly.

              “Y/n….I…” His eyes start to glass over and shimmer as tears begin to build. “All I could think of when I saw Hiroto was you. How scared I was that I’d never get to see your smile or hear your laugh again. How much I missed our talks and the stupid meme wars we’d have.” His eyes drop to your hips as his hand reaches out slowly to drag his fingertips across your hip so lightly its almost unnoticeable. “How much I missed touching you. Feeling you. How much I wanted your hands on me again.” You don’t even notice you’re crying until you drop your head to the ground and see your tears fall as he takes a few very slow, deliberate steps towards you and rests one hand on the side of your head to make you look at him. “Y/n…I am so, so, SO sorry. I never meant to hurt you, I swear. I honestly didn’t think I was capable of actually loving someone and I didn’t want you to fall for me just to get hurt, so I ran. The only thing I know how to do.”

              “Takami….” You watch as he flinches when you call him that. “Keigo, I don’t know if I can go through this again.”

              “I know, songbird. I know.” He leans his forehead down to yours and uses both hands to cup your cheeks. “ I don’t know how to apologise properly or how to make it better. But I promise you, baby, if you’ll let me, ill make it up to you everyday and it will never, EVER happen again. I am SO sorry.”

Your tears are still falling even though he keeps wiping them away. Your fingers digging into his hips to keep you grounded. Could you trust him? Could you take another risk like this?

              “I love you, songbird.” He whispered against your cheek.

Who were you kidding….you couldn’t say no to him even if you wanted to. Before either of you knew what was happening, his hands were on your hips, lifting you onto the bathroom counter with his lips pressed harshly to yours kissing you with every ounce of passion and emotion he had. Your hands explored his back and ran through his feathers, feeling them shudder, while you moaned into his mouth. This man knew you in every way and while you knew his words were genuine, every move he made he would whisper apologies against your skin. You didn’t know what would happen tomorrow but for now, this is just what you both needed.

Author Note:    Hey everyone! Please let me know what you think! Slowly getting back into the swing of writing again! Love you all !!

[narnie3313]

Ok so....i read this absoloutly amazing bnha bakusquad truth or dare fic on AO1 and I cannot find it now.....anyone know what it was??? Was extremely NSFW and was amazing!

[narnie3313]

Writers Block?

Ok everyone, I’m having some trouble with starting a fic and had a thought! Are there any scenarios you want to see? Send through a scenario and a character you want written and I’ll do my absolute best and hopefully get my creative juices flowing again! 

[narnie3313]

REBLOG IF YOU DON’T MIND WRITERS TAKING TIME OFF FOR THEIR MENTAL HEALTH

[narnie3313]

I didn't need this feels trip 🥺🥺😭🖤

[narnie3313]

LESSON LEARNT

Genre: Angst, 

Rating: Everyone Warnings: Language, Anger, Character Death (temporarily), Bullying, Possible Trauma?

Setting: You’re the new kid in general studies at UA but you’ve befriended Midoriya and his group. No one knows your quirk since it’s not particularly helpful in battle scenarios. Your quirk is Revive. You can die as many times as you want and you feel absolutely no pain and you come back to life within a couple of minutes. The only way for you to stay dead is for your body to die of natural causes such as old age.

Pairing = No romance pairing but features Bakugou.

“How’d you go with those new styles, ‘Zuku?” You asked while taking the seat across from him. beside him sat Iida and beside you sat Ochaco in the lunch hall.

“Good. I’m finding different styles that work for me so I can do better.” The green-haired boy replied with a large smile on his face.

“That’s awesome! When is your next assessment coming up?”

“Thursday. So I’ve got 2 more days to work on it, and Aizawa paired me with Kacchan to try and stop our fighting. It’s going great!” Midoriya was not a good liar. His face gave him away the moment he looked over at Bakugou. “Actually, I have to go talk to him for a sec and I’ll be back.” With that, he stood up and you could see him slightly shaking. Ochaco said he’s gotten more confident throughout the year but Bakugou was still a sore point for Midoriya.

You could just barely make out their conversation as you, Iida and Ochaco kept eyes on Midoriya. Bakugou didn’t even look up from his lunch and barely acknowledged the boy who was just trying to talk about the school work they’d been assigned.

“God, why is he such an asshole?”

“Midoriya has been his friend for a long time and even he doesn’t know.” Ochaco said.

Just then, you noticed Bakugous voice get louder and you couldn’t miss the way Izukus body stiffened when Bakugous piercing crimson eyes snapped up to look at him. “Just do the damn thing and get away from me!”

“K-Kacchan, I can’t do it alone, that’s the point.”

Bakugous lips curved into a sinister grin and his eyes dropped back to his food as he muttered, “Just take that fucking swan dive already.”

Kirishima said something to the blonde that no one heard but you were focused on the boy standing by the table with his fists clenching at his sides and you just knew that he was holding back tears. Wether they were from sadness or anger was yet to be determined. You were sick of this. Before anyone could notice, you were up and stood between Izuku and Bakugou with your eyes emanating pure anger towards the blonde.

“What the fuck is your problem? Why are you actually like this, huh? You think it’s ok to say that kind of shit to someone? What would you do if he actually did it? How would you feel if it was your fault someone killed themselves? If you saw someone fall to their death knowing that your words had caused their actions?” You all but screamed at him while his eyes held yours. A mix of shock, anger and frustration. Before he could reply, you had your hand on Midoriyas arm and turned him to walk back to your table and that’s when you heard it. Bakugou spoke under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear,

“Do a flip when it’s your turn.”

You stopped and turned with a look that could kill. You knew what you were going to do. Someone had to teach him a lesson he would never forget, and you were the only one who could.

*

*

Bakugou was always the last one out of the gym at night so that was when you needed to do it. No one knew your quirk so you couldn’t exactly do this in front of everyone or only the teachers would know and anyone else could be horrified, but that was exactly what you wanted Bakugou to feel. You wanted him to learn that his actions have consequences. So here you stood, on the roof of the gym watching the door. Waiting for the blonde boy to come out and start walking to the dorms. You weren’t letting this go on any longer. One day he will say the wrong thing to someone and will cause them to harm themselves. He’s not a bad person deep down, I mean, he’s training to be a hero for Christ sake. He just needs to learn a harsh lesson.

“So fucking cold…” You hear the familiar creak of the gym door and the voice. This is it. You take a breath and allow yourself to fall forwards so you land just behind him where he was walking not but a second ago. As you land, you feel nothing but the same sensation you would when you fall asleep.

“What the fu…” Bakugous head whips around just as you hit the ground. He’s frozen. He can’t move, can’t talk. What just happened? He can’t think. Everything has stopped and he’s looking at your body lying in front of him. Lifeless. His head unwillingly cranes up agonizingly slow to see that you had to have fallen at least 4 stories. His head snaps back to you. As if possessed, his feet start moving towards you, slowly. One foot in front of the other. All he can see is your head to the side and your hair falling over your pale face. When he finally understands what’s just happened, he’s on his knees. He can’t cry. He can’t even make a sound. What is he meant to do? Does he call someone? It’s his fault. He said it. He told you to do it. You warned him.

His breath hitches and he goes to cover his eyes as if he can wipe away his nightmare. He doesn’t notice he’s crying until he feels his hands dampen as he rubs his eyes with shaking hands. Why….why? What? …..Why? He couldn’t process this. He’s meant to be a hero, yet someone died at his hands. He can’t just sit here. He has to get someone. Aizawa. He needs his teacher. But his body won’t move. He’s trying. His hands are covering his eyes again, this time with frustration.

As his hands drop to his knees, he can’t stop himself as his eyes raise to look at your body again, only to find you sitting cross legged looking at him with a blank expression. His body moves before he realizes and he falls backwards onto his hands.

“What the fuck. You were gone! What the fuck?!”

You can’t help but roll your eyes while you stand up as Bakugous eyes follow you, darting all over your body. “It’s my quirk. Remember this feeling. Remember the feeling of helplessness and guilt. Remember the way you’ve treated people and do. Better.” You give him one last look before walking back into the dorms and head to bed.

*

*

“Hey guys!” Midoriya, Iida and Ochaco all look up at you with their bright smiles.

“Hey y/n!”

“How’s your classes today?”

Midoriya is always the first to reply, “Good! Aizawa-sensei gave us a heap of information about the hero license exam today.”

“Oh wow, that awesome!”

“Bakug…..ou?” Everyone’s eye snap to the loud redhead  to see him looking at the entrance. Bakugou is standing in the doorway, eyes wide staring straight at you. He seems to be debating with himself about something then he’s walking towards you before coming to a stop next to you.

“I-I’m sorry.” His eyes move from you to Izuku. “I’m sorry Midoriya. I’ll be in the library for the assignment at 4.” With that he walks away and sits quietly beside Kirishima. All eyes in the room are on him. Why had the foul-mouthed boy with explosive anger actually apologized to someone? Had the world stopped?

“Y/n? Why was he staring at you and what the hell did you do to him? That boy has probably never apologized for anything in his life.” All eyes at the table were staring at you incredulously.

You just looked down at your food and resumed eating and gave a gentle shrug. “Maybe what I said to him yesterday just struck a chord.” Midoriya, Iida and Ochaco all just kept looking at each other in disbelief.

“I don’t know what you did, but next time I have an issue I’m coming to you for your miracles!” Ochaco says with a chuckle.

There’d be no point in telling them since they probably wouldn’t believe you anyway. So for now, we’ll leave it at that.

NOTE

This is a bit different from what I’ve written before so I apologize if it’s not great. It’s just a kind of scenario I’ve had in my head for a while that I finally put to paper.

[narnie3313]

MASTERLIST

🔥 = Smut

☀️ = Fluff

💔 = Angst

Katsuki Bakugou

- Revenge  ☀️  💔

- Finally  ☀️  💔

- Lesson Learnt  💔

Eijirou Kirishima

- Revenge  ☀️  💔

Hawks (Keigo Takami)

- Too Much ☀️  💔  🔥

Dabi

- Let Me Burn: Chapter 1   ☀️  💔  🔥

                        Chapter 2   ☀️  💔  🔥

                        Chapter 3   ☀️  💔  🔥

[narnie3313]

REVENGE

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Rating: Everyone

Warnings: Language, Anger, Cheating, Illegal Activity, Peeing?

Setting: You’re in class 1A and have been dating a guy from your childhood for a few months (Kendi) who goes to a different school so picks you up for dates from the dorms. Everything else is explained in the fic. Enjoy =^.^=

(This was written while listening to Bust Your Windows by Jazmine Sullivan which obviously heavily inspired this)

Pairing = Kirishima x reader x Bakugou

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“Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened?”

You look up from your arms crossed over your face and hugging your knees at your dorm room door to see Kirishima running over to your side. You watch as his face turns to pure panic as he takes in your puffy, bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Come on talk to me.”

“I-I…….I…..” is all you manage to get out before your dropping your head into his chest as the uncontrolled sobbing returns. He holds you for a while, feeling your breathing hitch and studder with every sob that you try so hard to stop. It’s only when you look up at him and see the sadness in his face that you realize seeing you like this is upsetting him too.

“I-I’m sorry.” You say as you sit up hugging your knees again and wiping your face on the sleeve of the baggy, oversized hoodie you have on. “I didn’t mean for anyone to hear or to upset you.”

“I don’t care about that, just….what happened? I’ve never seen you like this.” His hand is rubbing up and down your back trying to sooth you.

Taking a deep breath, you look at him through your wet lashes and force a very obviously fake smile at him, “You know today is date night, yeah?” You watch as he nods and you can see he is really just giving you every ounce of attention he has. “Well, I didn’t hear from Kendi,” He watches as your face ever so slightly cringes at the name of your boyfriend, “Which was weird, so I decided to catch the train over to his dorm instead because maybe he was busy. So I thought I’d just hang out in his dorm like I’ve done before and wait for him to get back or till I heard from him….”

Kirishima notices as your breath starts to hitch and your chest starts stuttering again and he already knows where this is going. He can already feel the anger burning up inside him. “I got to the d-dorms and walked up to his door and heard him talking, s-so I figured he was on the phone or whatever. I w-walked in…..” You paused as a handful of tears pushed past your jet black lashes and you watched Kirishimas face turn from sad to anger. “A-and, a-all I saw, w-was him on the edge of h-his bed, with a girl between h-his legs sucking h-him off.” You feel your chest tighten as you recall the image which would haunt you in your nightmares for months.

“That bastard.” Kirishima is suddenly off the bed and stomping towards the door but he can’t get to it before you’re throwing yourself off the bed and grabbing his wrist with both of your hands. “P-please, Eiji. Please don’t. I-I can’t. P-please.”

“No. This is too far. I’ve stood by and watched all the shit he’s put you through in such a short time and I’m done. I won’t let him hurt you anymore!” Kirishima is fuming. You can see his face contorted in pure anger, something you’ve never seen from your happy, boisterous best friend.

“Kiri, please, just don’t. I’m not going back. I won’t let him back in, I promise. Just please let it go.”

Kirishima examines your face and he can feel the anger melt from his face but not his body. He doesn’t want you to see him angry and right now you need a friend. He’d deal with this later. He gently closed the door and walked back over to your bed sitting you between his legs and stroked your hair until he felt you soften and fall asleep below him. Once he felt your breathing deepen, he knew what to do. After he laid you down, careful not to wake you up, he walked out silently into the hallway, pulling your door closed behind him and walking down the hall. Careful not to wake anyone else up, he knocked on Bakugous door. It took a minute but he then heard shuffling behind the door and it quickly swung open as the explosive blonde looked at him, half asleep but as angry as ever.

“The fuck do you want, Shitty Hair?!”

“Kendi cheated on y/n. I’m going to fuck up his car. Maybe him too. You in?”

Bakugou looked at Kirishima and could tell he wasn’t joking around. Once he’d registered what had been said, Bakugous face changed from anger to a devious smirk that would have frightened anyone other than Kirishima.

“Fuck yeah.”

Kirishima sat on Bakugous bed while he got out of his pjs and gathered his stuff. “You ready?” Kiri asked.

“Yep. Let’s go.”

They walked to the door of the dorm room and swung the door open only to find you standing in the doorway.

“I fucking knew it!” You said in a whisper type yell. “I knew you would come here and I know what you’re doing. Please, guys. Please. Don’t. He’ll know! I don’t want you to get in trouble of me and my issues! It’s not fair on you!”

“Move it, short stuff. That asshole has gotten away with too much and I’ve hated him from the moment I met him.” Bakugou said as he moved into the hallway past you.

“Kiri, for the love of god, please don’t. I would never forgive myself if you guys got in trouble over me.”

“We love you, but we’re not doing this just for you, ok? What he did the opposite of manly and it’s just not cool and someone’s gotta teach him a lesson.” he pushes past you as he lays a soft kiss on your forehead and pulls the door closed behind him. You’re left standing there debating what else you could do to stop them as they walk down the hallway. After a second you decide.

“Stop for a second!”

Kirishima stops and turns to look at you calmly while Bakugou just stops and rolls his eyes.

“I’m coming with you. If this is happening, I’m coming.”

You feel angry Crimson eyes on you in a second. “Not a fucking chance.”

“You don’t get a choice. He hurt ME. He broke ME. He cheated on ME. I get to go and fuck his shit up. Plus, if we get caught, I go down with you guys which is better than just you guys getting trouble for my shit, ok?”

Bakugou looks at you for a second before turning to Kirishima who just smiles and shrugs.

“For fuck sake, fine! We’re taking my car.”

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The drive to his dorm is eerily quiet. You can tell they don’t want you here but only because they don’t want you getting into trouble.

“That’s his car there.” You say as they pull into the parking lot. “Give me your keys.”

Bakugou doesn’t even question you, just hands them over as you climb out of the car. They hop out after you and watch as you eagerly walk over to his car but hesitate before you begin carving into it. The image is in your head again, his head thrown back while a strangers head bobs up and down between his legs. You’re snapped out of it when you feel Kiris hands on your shoulders and see him looking down at you.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“I know. I want to. You know….he told me it was my fault?” Kirishimas head snaps down to look at you again, as does Bakugous. “He told me it was because I ‘teased’ him with what I would wear on our date nights but I didn’t follow through. He said that he was sick of waiting for me to be ready.” Kirishima and Bakugou looked at each other with utter hatred in their eyes. How could someone be so damn heartless.

You moved out of Kirishimas grip and started to carve the word ‘cheater’ along the door of his car. You then moved to the bonnet and carved ‘manipulator’ as deep as you could. You carved the pet name he used to call you into his other door. ‘Bubba’. You thought it was cute at the start, but the more he hurt you, the taste turned sour. You kept going back thinking he would stop if you just gave him what he said he ‘needed’ but you just couldn’t do it. It didn’t feel right.

When you were done, you walked back over to Bakugous car and sat in the back seat letting the adrenaline in your body calm down as tears threatened to spill again. You choked them back as you watched the boys. Kirishima activated his quirk and shredded all of his tires while Bakugou set off a tiny explosion and popped open the door. He stood on the side of the car and and started fiddling with his pants. No. No way would he. It seemed like Kirishima thought the same thing. “Dude, you serious?” He asked the blonde.

“Yep. Fuck him. Plus I gotta pee so piss off before your eyes pop out of your head!”

“God damn man.” Kirishima came and sat next to you shaking his head and laughing. “Guys nuts.”

You couldn’t help but giggle slightly at the absurdity of what was happening. “Yeah….Hey Kiri?” You looked up at him with your eyes still puffy and red from the tears earlier as he looked down at you with a soft smile, “Thank you. It’s childish and extremely illegal….but I do feel kind of better. After everything, I just want him to feel even the tiniest bit of what I felt…and I even feel guilty about that.”

“Hey. This guys a jackass. He deserves everything he gets and we’ve got your back. You’re too gentle for your own good.”

“I know. Maybe that’s why he hurt me….Because I let him. I just keep thinking, if I’d just given him what he wanted, would he love me? Would he still have done it? Was I just not enough?”

“Stop.” You looked at Bakugou in shock from the demanding tone in his voice. You hadn’t even notice him walking to Kirishimas door. “I’m an asshole but I would never treat a girl the way this bastard did. If you weren’t ready then that’s your choice, not his and he should have respected it. He’s not a man, he’s a rat.”

The tears spill out again as you give the boys a soft smile.

“We should probably go before someone comes out.”

*

*

The drive back to your dorm feels lighter. You feel a little lighter. You still can’t help feeling a little guilty about what you did but it’s done now and you can’t take it back.

As you get back into the dorms, Kiri and Baku follow you to your room and sit with you for a while.

“Do you want us to stay with you tonight? We’ll just lay with you if you want?” Kiri asks with his soft smile.

“Would you?” You can’t help but look down at your hands nervously. They’re your best friends and you know they wouldn’t try anything especially knowing what you’d just gone through but still…

“Of course.” Bakugou lays against the wall and Kirishima lays on his side on the edge of the bed with you in the middle. The warmth from them both had you falling asleep within seconds, the boys following suit not long after... You didn’t know what the morning held for the three of you, but whatever it was could wait as this moment right here just felt……right.

[narnie3313]

🙋‍♀️ yes please. I volunteer as tribute 🥺🖤

Okay but imagine getting cuddled by Izuku and like he's just whispering sweet soft things thing your ear like 'hmm you fit so nicely in my arms' 'I love you so much' 'I want to hold you in my arms forever' and he's just nuzzling into the crook of you neck and his hands are wrapped around your waist and you can feel the warmth radiating off of him and you both fall asleep cuddling like that.

[narnie3313]

Finally

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Little Spicy, Some Angst Rating: Everyone Warnings: Language

Setting: Y/N (your name) became friends with Kirishima in UA and when you all graduated he and Bakugou became roomates and Kirishima offered you the spare room so you live with them. Kirishima is your best friend, you’re all 21 and are still sidekicks for the time being. Bakugou mostly ignores you since you don’t need to interact too much anyway.

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 This is my first fanfiction/imagine so enjoy....working on other stuff and improving as we speak :D

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“Honeys! I’m home!” You recognize the voice instantly as Eiji comes bounding through the front door.

You can’t help but laugh at his endless energy and constant smile. “Dinner’ll be ready in 20!” you call. It was your turn to cook tonight since you all work on a rotation so you’d decided on a quick beef stirfry so you didn’t have to do much after the shitty day you’d had.

“Awesome! Thanks y/n!” You hear him call just before the click of his bedroom door closes. Same routine every night; Announce he’s home, quick workout in his room, shower, then he spends the rest of the night in the living room with me and Katsuki (if Kat isn’t a moody bitch that night…..). You’d gotten so used to the routines of your roommates that it was all just second nature now after living together for 3 years.

*

*

“Dinner’s ready, guys!”

Almost as if they’d been waiting behind their doors, both boys rooms open up and they come grab their bowls and move to the balcony. Another routine. Every night while you eat together, you sit on your balcony overlooking the city and talk about the jobs you did during the day.

“Seriously? I had a run in with a civilian the other day that carried a ‘wand’ around and pretended his quirk was soft puffs of air.” you said as Kiri almost fell off his chair laughing. Bakugou just sat staring over the city. Some days he’d talk and share tiny snippets of his day but today he seemed extra broody.

You always checked on both the boys at night to make sure they were ok since you know that they both bottle their emotions up so every night you’d knock on their doors, walk in and ask if they need to talk or if they’re good and usually you’ll just get a “I’m fine.” from Bakugou. Kiri on the other hand would almost always talk your ear off for at least half an hour and you’d hug him then head to bed.

When you noticed how quiet and indifferent Katsuki looked you noted “I’ll have to pull whatever is going on from him later.” You didn’t want it to disturb the dynamic at home anymore than he usually does anyway.

As you all finished eating, Eiji took the dishes and washed them while you settled in front of the tv to wind down. You laid on your stomach on the shaggy rug while Katsuki perched on the corner of the couch and when Eijirou finished with the dishes he took up the other corner. You wished you could say it was nice just sitting like this in the quiet but something just felt off. You and Kiri kept giving each other little glances and then looking to Katsuki, who was completely ignoring the tv and staring down the hallway towards the front door. “Hey man, you good?” Eijirou asked.

“What?” Katsuki replied turning his head abruptly towards the redhead. “I’m fine. I’m going to bed.”

“O-Oh ok. Night.” You could hear the concern in Eijis voice as you watched boomboy walk to his room, his regular tall, strong stance now hunched and slow. Something was definitely up. He was already home by the time you’d gotten home today but he had stayed in his room so you hadn’t seen or heard anything from him today.

“What do you think?” Breaking you out of your thoughts, Kiri asks.

“Something is up. But there’s no way he’ll actually talk to me about it anyway but I’ll still go ask like usual and I’ll meet you in your room? It’s getting pretty late anyway.”

With that, you stood from the floor and slowly walked to Bakugous door. You always had to take a breath and straighten yourself up before knocking.

You’d never let yourself be taken back by his brash words or personality, I think that’s why he’d just kind of learnt to co-exist with you in the apartment. He’d known he and Kirishima had needed a 3rd  roommate to help with the rent and you were just a logical choice. Over the years he’d gotten used to your presence and (you’d like to think) maybe even shared the same sort of respect for you as he did with Kiri.

*Knock Knock* “Bakugou, can I come in?”

“…..Do I ever have a choice?”

“Well, not really. I just knock so I don’t walk in on anything gross.” You say as you walk in with a chuckle. You instantly see him sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. His head raises slightly as you see his crimson eyes half heartedly glaring up at you slightly.

“What’s going on? Eiji and I can see something’s off. Wanna talk?” Same as you offer every single night. But something is different tonight. He doesn’t answer. He just drops his head back into his hands and you see his breathing hitch. You don’t know whether you should walk over and place a hand on his back or rub his head or hug him…. All of a sudden you see a drop on his carpet and you realize….He’s crying. Katsuki, fucking, Bakugou is actually crying. You know the world must have stopped because never in a million years would he have allowed anyone, except maybe Kiri see him in such a state. Which makes it all the more worrying.

“Sh-Should I go get Kirishima?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to go?”

“……No.”

With that you slowly walk over so you’re standing just to the side of him and place a hand on the top of his hunched back and sit next to him. Instantly feeling him loosen a little under your hand you rub a small circle.

“What happened?” You ask, watching his tears hit the ground.

“…..I lost someone.”

“What? Well that happens sometimes, Kat. People go missing a lot in our society. We can help you find them.”

“NO. I mean I LOST someone today, y/n.”

You suddenly realized the gravity of what he was saying. Someone died. He’s lost a civilian today. Suddenly you felt the need to pull him to you and just stroke his hair to help him. None of you had ever been so unlucky as to have someone die….well….not until today.

Before you could even think, your body was moving. Your hand that was on his back now wrapped around his shoulder and the other in his hair pulling his head down to your chest as you hold him tight. He doesn’t even fight you, but you feel his breathing getting more irregular and start to hear him sobbing and trying to hold it in. Taking a second to look around his room you only now start to notice the mess. Lamps, tables, pictures, posters…..all on the ground shattered and broken and torn. You realize he must have done this before you got home because you hadn’t heard anything. Looking around more and scanning over his bed, you notice the dark stains on his pillows. You feel your heart break knowing he must have been laying in here crying about this all while you were out there doing your own thing and cooking.

“Katsuki….I’m so sorry.” You know it doesn’t change anything. It won’t bring the person back or ease his pain. You feel so useless. You just hold him tighter, noticing his breaths starting to slow a bit, then feeling him leaning back into you slightly and you notice it…He’s fallen asleep. He must have exhausted himself with the rage and sadness. You can’t just leave him but what will he do if he wakes up in your arms tomorrow? Will he be angry at you for invading his space? None of that matters right now. He needs someone and he said no to you getting Kiri so what else are you meant to do….?

You lean back and try and shuffle up the bed slightly to try and get him as far onto the bed as you can but being as big as he is, it’s not an easy task. He stirs just as you give up and move one hand to the top of the bed to pull down his pillows under his back and your head, all while still letting him lay over your heart and stroking his hair. Only now in the light of the city coming through the window can you see how red and swollen his eyes are. Then you notice the bruises on his arms. When he’d been out of his room he had a jacket on, you guess to hide the bruises…..?

As you feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep, you can still feel the small hitches in his breath and you hope beyond hope that you can have a proper conversation about it tomorrow and help him. But for tonight, he just needs the comfort. So that’s what you’ll be.

*

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You wake up unable to feel the arm that’s still under Bakugou. Neither of you had moved at all during the night, waking up in the exact same position, and you just know that you’re going to have hella body aches later on. You can see the blondes chest slowly rising and falling. He’s usually up well before sunrise so he must have really needed the sleep. You’re not game enough to move incase he wakes up so you carefully take your phone out of your pocket and see 3 messages from Kirishima.

Rockishima  

*11:34pm*

Hey everything ok?

 *12:24am*

Don’t tell me you’re sleeping with him for Christ sake hahaha

 *1:13am*

Ok please don’t kill me for the last message but seriously….you guys good?

 Goddammit Eijirou.

 *8:24am*

Jesus Kiri really?? No I didn’t sleep with him. Not in that way anyway. He passed out and I didn’t want to leave him alone. Something happened yesterday but I didn’t get much out of him before he fell asleep. I’ll try talk to him more today. Sorry I didn’t get to have our chat last night either.

 You put your phone down next to you and thank god that you have the day off because honestly…you wouldn’t be able to move Bakugou off you if you’d needed to. The years had definitely been kind to him. He was always in good shape but pushing himself to always be better only made him better. He had bulked up considerably and suddenly shot up and now stood at 6ft 2…..towering over you who stood only 5”3. He’d improved his quirk over the years as well. Now he could fire blasts further without his gauntlets, he could produce small, almost silent blast which helped on recon missions. You’d never expect someone as explosive as Bakugou to be good at gentle and quiet missions but he’d surprised you. You were friends with a couple of people from Best Jeanists agency from the years of missions, some of which required teaming up with different agencies and heros and sidekicks. You’d even had a few missions with Bakugou and Kirishima. How you got teamed up with them though, you didn’t know. Your quirk was only really helpful once most of the work was done. Everyone else would wear down the villains and distract them while you watched until you felt their bodies weaken then you could control their muscle structure, effectively rendering them immobile and docile, making it easy to capture them.

Rockishima 

*8:35am*

Shit. Ok let me know if you need me to come home. I’ve got a day of paperwork anyway to catch up on the captures of the week so not too busy.

   *8:36am*

All good. I’ll do what I can. See you later.

 You let out a sigh that must have been a little louder than you’d expected since you suddenly felt Katsuki shift against your side. You stiffened almost instantly hoping not to have accidently woken him if he needed the rest. You watch as his arm moves from being tucked at your side and is suddenly thrown over your waist. All of a sudden, there’s a hand grabbing your hip and pulling you so you’re front to front against Bakugou with his head still at your chest and he’s holding you there tight….You wonder how often he must do this with his pillows and cover your mouth as much as you can trying to muffle the giggle. You feel his head move slightly and you are acutely aware of just how close his head is to your breasts….so close you can feel his burning breath on your chest….

 It doesn’t feel like he’s waking up just yet so you will your body to relax a bit, only now noticing how you’d tensed up at his movements a moment ago. you can feel yourself slightly brushing your nose through his hair, which, despite being so damn spiky, is surprisingly soft….and smells amazing. Like a campfire….and fuel. Which makes sense considering his quirk.

You can feel yourself drifting back to sleep with the strong yet gentle grasp of his arm over your waist.

When you awake again you’re on the bed alone but tucked in with Bakugous blankets but aware of how much colder it is….What time is it? You look for your phone only to see it on the bedside table next to your head.

2 New Messages

Boomboy

*2:43pm*

Lunch is in the kitchen. Make the bed. Went for a run.

 Rockishima

*2:56pm*

Got an early mark so I’ll be home about 3:30. Did you get to talk to him?

 “3PM?! How did he get up before me?! Dammit!” You get out of the bed quickly and throw your phone in your pocket and head towards the door before remembering to make the bed. Of course he needs order you think rolling your eyes. Looking around the room again you decide to clean up the broken glass and paper and try and make the room a bit better for him to get back to. You head out and straight into the bathroom for a shower.

As you’re getting out and wrap the town around yourself you hear Kiri come in the door and yell for you.

“I’m in the bathroom Eiji!”

Suddenly you regret your choice in words, or rather your lack of words, because he swings the door open quickly without so much as a knock, the surprise almost causing you to drop your towel.

“JESUS KIRI! WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“AHHH SORRY!” He says walking out and closing the door as quickly as he’d opened it.”I just thought you’d be cleaning or something, you usually lock it! I just wanted to see if you’d spoken to Bakugou?”

“Ok.” you say opening the door and walking to your room. “1. I didn’t lock the door because I was home alone and 2. No I haven’t. I fell back asleep this morning and when I woke up I was tucked into his bed and he was gone with a message saying he’d gone for a run so I imagine he’ll be back shortly. Wait here while I get dressed.”

“Ok so what happened exactly?”

“I told you I don’t know. he just said he lost someone yesterday.”

“Ok? And? People go missing all the time and it sucks but it happens…?”

“That’s what I said too but he doesn’t mean like that Kiri.”

“What? No. You don’t mean….?”

You walk out dressed and just nodding your head as you see Kiri slump against the wall and throw his head back.

“Dammit. No wonder he was off. So what happened last….”

You both turn as you hear the front door open. “Don’t say anything to him. I don’t know if he wanted anyone to know.” you whisper to Kirishima as he nods.

“Hey man! Look like you pushed yourself pretty hard. You still up for training?” You watch as Bakugous head looks to Kirishima then gazes down past Kiri to your face and lingers for a second, and you could swear you see a tinge of pink on his cheeks. He jerks his head back to Kiri too fast for you to really see though.

“Let’s go.” Is all he says as he throws a dangerous glance to the redhead. You watch as they both exit and just before the door shuts, you could swear you catch Katsu staring at you.

 What the hell was that? you whisper to yourself as you start busying yourself around the apartment.

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*

Through the noise of your headphones you hear the click of the front door and look up from the book you’re reading on your bed, having left the door open to see when the boys returned. You wait to see them walk past your door into the living areas or the bathroom but everything starts feeling as if it was moving in slow motion… First you see a large figure start to enter your door frame and immediately notice it’s not one of the boys. The guy spots you and extends his arm but before he could do anything you roll off your bed down the side and under the bed as you watch his feet walk around the other side you rolled off, you roll out the other side and run out of your bedroom, slamming the door behind you hoping to buy you some time.

You turn right towards the front door and run straight out into the corridor only to run head first into someone. You feel your heart sink as 2 large hands wrap around your biceps holding you still. You instantly kick at their shins and when you hear a loud “WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?!” only then do you decide to actually look at who you ran into. Bakugou….looking more than a little surprised and an equally shocked Kirishima right next to him.

“What the hell’s the matter?!” they say together.

All you can get out is, “There’s someone in the apartment!”

Before you can even finish your sentence both of the boys have dropped their gear and are at the front door. You stand on the opposite side of the corridor watching as they enter slowly, giving each other silent cues. They’ve always worked perfectly together. Like twins that can read each others minds. The years of training had only strengthened that and watching them move as one was truly fascinating. You stood, holding their gear, outside watching them sweep each room before Kirishima came back out and took the gear from you with a concerned look as he spoke;

“We checked each room. There’s no one there.”

“Are you sure you didn’t just see something?” Bakugou said in his usual brash tone as he came towards the front door.

“Yes you condescending prick. I know what I saw. There was someone there. I heard the front door click and I just thought it was you guys home so I sat up on my bed thinking I’d see you guys walk past, then there was a guy in my doorway and he started reaching his arm up at me so I rolled off the bed and under and out the other side and ran. Then obviously ran into you out here.”

You could see Bakugous face change from his regular scowl to something like confusion as he looked at Kirishima and shrugged. “Well there’s no one there now.”

“Ok fine.” Kirishima pulled you into a hug, taking note of the look of fear on your face. Facing villains everyday was normal for you but when it was in your own house. Your safe space….it made the experience feel different.

“I’ll start doing dinner. Boomyboy, take her and sweep the house again with her so she feels safe yeah?” Kirishima said as he started to walk inside.

Bakugou just looked at you with a look that you couldn’t really make out. Concern, maybe? But still, he obliged. He let you stay behind him as he walked into your room. Your first thought was under your bed or your closet so as you got down on your knees and saw nothing you felt a little better. as you walked towards the closet, you felt sick in your stomach though and brushed it off as just nerves. How wrong you were.

The moment you opened the closet door something, or someone, fell into you and before you could even react, Bakugou had knocked the guy into the opposite wall as you saw the explosion from his palm. Kirishima appeared at the door suddenly hearing the commotion and when our eyes left the intruder for a second to look at Eiji, the intruder was gone again.

Kirishima rushed to crouch next to me then looked at Bakugou, whos eyes where stuck on the slight dent where the intruder had hit the wall, then looked at you and rushed to you.

“Y/n, what happened?” Kiri asked. Bakugous eyes never leaving the spot on the wall.

“I-I don’t know. I went to check the closet…and someone fell into me. Bakugou blasted him over the other side.” You say looking at Bakugou who hadn’t moved nor looked away, but you noticed he was shaking.

“Dude, you ok??

“Kiri….I think he’s in shock. Look at him….” You say.

Kirishima stays in place where he is as if he doesn’t know what to do as you slowly, as if approaching a wild dog, get to your feet and take slow, soft steps towards Bakugou. Reaching out a hand touching his shoulder, you step in front of him to see his eyes completely lost.

“Katsuki. Look at me.” You say cupping his cheeks to make him shift his gaze. “It’s ok. No one was hurt. What’s wrong?”

You watch as his eyes slowly move to yours and a mix of tears, confusion and anger start to burn in his irises. “Th-That was the person who died yesterday. I saw them die. I….I wasn’t fast enough. The building dropped. He was crushed….H-How?”

You and Kirishima share a glance, not knowing how to proceed, so you just hug him, only to find him gently grab your shoulders and push away, never breaking eye contact.

“How did he get in here? Where did he go? It’s like he is materializing in different spots because I checked the closet and he wasn’t there.” Kirishima says, standing next to Bakugou.

“Maybe it’s a quirk? Maybe he didn’t die. Maybe he got out Kat.” You say, your eyes never leaving his.

“I-If he got out then….that means….he wasn’t a civ.” He says shaking his head. You and Kirishima give each other a glance, knowing that you have to try and get more of the story out of him. You take Bakugous arm and sit on the end of your bed with him while Kirishima crouches in front of Katsu.

“Tell us what happened.” Kirishima says to Bakugou simply.

Bakugous eyes trail down to the ground as he grips his knees with a bruising strength.

“We were just out on patrol and saw a building on fire. Didn’t think too much of it but as we got closer to investigate…” His breath hitches and you can see him tense, “As we got closer, we saw people inside and saw that the building supports were gonna come down. We ran in and got, what we thought was, everyone out. Did what we were meant to do, waited outside for the emergency services but I turned around to scout out the building and make sure there was no one around….and….” You could see the way his eyes darted around behind his closed eye lids and knew that it must have really gotten to him. For Bakugou to be this shaken….”…and I saw someone inside the flames. I didn’t even think before I moved…I was just back inside the building with the flames around me and I couldn’t see the person anymore so I yelled out and heard something behind me so I turned around and I saw him. It was a man that looked like he was in slow motion and he raised an arm like he was reaching for me….but before I could get to him…a support fell on him and I tried to get to him but too much of the floor dropped on him and I couldn’t do anything. The next thing I knew, I was back at the agency being sent home due to shock.”

“Di-Did they find any bodies in the rubble?” You asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t asked.”

“Maybe he didn’t die? Might be a teleportation quirk?” Kirishima says as he stands up.

“Doesn’t explain why he was here though. If he survived. Or why y/n heard the front door. Or why he was sat in a closet?”

“True. Call Jeanist and see if he can tell you if they found bodies in the rubble? At least with that answer you’ll know if it’s either the same person…or maybe a shapeshift quirk.” you say to Bakugou.

“I’m going to do dinner. We all need to eat.” Kirishima says, already out the door.

Bakugous eyes stay glued to the floor.

“Everything will be ok. We’ll sort this out.”

“How the fuck do you know that? Yesterday I thought someone had died on my watch, now today their haunting me?” Bakugou says in his blunt tone.

“Not to make this about me, but it kinda seems like whatever or whoever it is, is after me?” You say with a small giggle, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Bakugous eyes were suddenly on you and there was no mistaking the emotion radiating from him this time. Fear.

“Hey, cool it. We face worse than this everyday. We’ve got this.”

His eyes were just stuck to yours. You could see he was playing over every single scenario in his head and could watch the emotions on his face change. From fear to guilt to anger back to guilt.

“Hey, do you remember that time we all sat in that shitty little car park late at night, eating those disgusting chips from the petrol station with the broken sign?” You ask. Hoping to distract him.

He looks at you with an expression you can’t read. “Um, yeah. Why?”

“That was the first time I heard you laugh, you know that? Also the first time I ever saw you smile.” You say, a little embarrassed but that feeling is quickly replaced with accomplishment when he looks straight into your eyes and you can see the corner of his lip twitch up a little.

“Wow…you in love with me or something, huh?”

“Hey, not gonna lie. I had a massive crush on you in the last year of school, but who didn’t?” You say rolling your eyes with a giggle.

Bakugou looks at you with a strange expression and his eyes start to dart around your features.

“Did have? Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Well, you’ve never been the most approachable guy Katsuki.”

“Better than letting people take advantage of me.” He says dropping his head for a second, then looking back at you. “Remember any other weird little facts like that?”

“Oh, um….a couple,” You say with a little blush, and it does not go unnoticed. “I remember that I was the person the teachers trusted enough to let you out of the restraints after the sports festival our first year since I could subdue you a bit.” You say with a chuckle. “I remember the first day we went driving with Kirishima. You were holding the door so tight your knuckles turned white because you were so scared of his driving.” This one you break out into an all out laugh. Bakugou follows you and laughs as well.

“Oh yeah? I seem to remember your nails ripped the shoulder of our seats you were holding so tight too.” He said laughing harder.

“Hey! We both know that bastard doesn’t pay enough attention to the road! Can you blame me?”

Bakugou just kept his eyes on you as your head settles back to watching him. Before you could move or gather your thoughts or even think of another memory, one of his hands were on the back of your neck into your hair and the other was on your waist as he pulled you closer and his lips were on yours. You couldn’t help but look at him in shock as he kissed you.

Bakugou was kissing you. HE kissed YOU. You had dreamt of this moment. You’d never gotten over your feelings for him, just hidden them so as not to conflict with the living conditions or the friendship you’d built with him or Kirishima. But here, in this moment, you didn’t think about that. Instead, couldn’t help but surrender to him, closing your eyes and taking in his scent. The smell of fire was even stronger since he’d just finished a workout. Your hands found their home in his hair, gently grasping onto him to remind yourself this was actually real. When he noticed you soften to him, he leaned into you slightly as his tongue flicked across your lip, as if asking for entry to your mouth. You opened your lips slightly and he didn’t miss a second. He was gentle. Like he was testing the waters to see what you’d allow him to do.

 “Dinner’s ready guys!”

And just like that, he pulled back in shock and you were left leaning forward with his hands not leaving your body but his head directed to the door.

“Coming!” Bakugou yelled back. He turned his head and rested his forehead on yours and looking softly into your eyes, “Are you ok?”

Were you? It felt like with just that touch of his lips that he had pulled all the air from your body. You’d kissed people before and it had never felt like that. So why….

Before you could think too much, Bakugou stood up with your hand in his, kissed you on the cheek and walked led you to the door before dropping your hand and walking to the kitchen.

The whole time you were eating he would keep glancing at you. The same while you did the dishes. The same while you took up your spot on the shaggy rug to watch tv. You were tense….but not in a scared way….tense because you didn’t know what that kiss meant…or if it meant anything for that matter. But why would he kiss you? Why would he be that soft? You’d seen Katsuki with women before. He was rough. Just like his attitude. He was dominating.

You couldn’t bring yourself to focus on the show or anything else.

“Alright, I’m going to bed. We’ve all got the day off tomorrow, yeah?” Kiri said, standing to head to his room.

“Yeah, I’m not back till Thursday next week.” Bakugou followed up.

“Um, y-yeah I’m off tomorrow and back on Monday.” You answer looking over your shoulder to give him a gentle smile goodnight.

“Cool. Go out for breakfast?”

You and Bakugou nod as Kirishima heads down the hall and you watch as his door closes. As you go to turn your head back to the tv, you notice Bakugou looking directly at you with a look on his face you can’t really make out in the city light. You start to feel nervous about what he could be thinking. Without warning, you stand up and walk out to the balcony and lean on the railing hoping the fresh air will clear your thoughts.

 Not long after you drop your head to look at all the lights of the city, you hear the glass sliding door open and without looking you know its Kat. You know this is going to be an awkward conversation so you psych yourself up to say the first word. He kissed you. He made this situation awkward so you’ll be damned if you’re going to have this talk on his terms, you reason. Ok. We kissed. We’re both adults, it meant nothing. We’re friends. We can move forward without it being wei……………rd……

All your thoughts leave your mind when you feel two large hands rest on your hips and his body press flush against your back. What is he doing….You feel his head drop down to your neck as his hot breath brushes your skin as he presses a kiss to the skin just behind your ear. You feel your whole body and insides just melt. NO. You’re not a school girl! You need to talk about this!

You turn quickly hoping to surprise him and break him out of whatever trance he’s in. “Stop.” You say with shaky breath. But he doesn’t move, and you’re aware of just how close he is to you and your lips.

“W-we need to talk about this…and the kiss….before….” You freeze….knowing that adding the ‘before’ part is implying there is something more coming….Your cheeks turn bright red at the thought of you….and Kat…..together.

“What is there to talk about?” He says standing up and putting a little more distance between your faces.

“W-Well, we’re both adults…” “Mhm…” “And you kissed me…and we’re friends…” “Mhm…” “I’m sure we can just forget about it and pretend it didn’t happen….nothing has to change…I guess.” You can feel your voice break at the last few words even though you’re trying to hold yourself as strong as possible. His eyes stare right through you and you swear you can feel a beam of heat from his eyes into yours. His…gorgeous…shining….red….eyes….Dammit y/n you are not 18 anymore!

“And if I don’t want to forget the kiss?” he says as confident as ever. How did he go from stressing out earlier to this?!

“Well….wa-wait…what?”

He grabs your chin with his hand and tilts your head up to look at him. “Do YOU want to forget the kiss?”

“I-I…..No….But,”

“No buts. Yes or no. Because if you do, I’ll walk away right now and go to bed and pretend none of this ever happened, but if you don’t…..”

“’Suki…..”

His eyes slightly widen and you can see he likes the pet name you’ve never used before since you thought he’s berate you for it being all cutesy….

“Say it again” He says as he leans in and presses another kiss to just under your ear. “If you don’t want this, princess, you need to push me away. Now.”

You rest one hand on the railing and the other on his chest but don’t push. Everything in your mind is screaming at you to push him away. Don’t let this go further. Don’t take this risk. But your body is begging to pull him closer. To feel the heat of his body on yours.

Your body wins. He’s placing slow, gentle kisses along your neck and shoulder as your hand finds his shirt and pulls him closer and that’s all he need to confirm what he needed. Within seconds, he placed a hand on your cheek and the other stays on your hip. Pressing a soft but yearning kiss to your lips. This time, he doesn’t ask for entry, your body just gives way instantly. When his lips leave yours, you feel the air pull from your body all over again. His kisses are slightly harder on your neck, mixed with bites.

“ …..’Sukiiii” You can’t help but let out a moan as his bites and kisses and licks getting harder. When he hears you whimper that little name he lets out a low growl from his chest and you know this night isn’t going to be all snuggles and kisses…..It was a long….long night.