C R I M I N A L | K. Bakugo x Reader

Chapter 7

"What do you want?" the brown-haired lady trembles as she's backed into the corner.
"Fucking hand it over" i say lowly as i grip the knife in my hand.
"My- my purse?" she stutters as she reaches into her back pocket. A few minutes ago i had already observed her and i know that's the pocket she keeps her phone in.

I grab her by the wrist and toss her onto the floor with ease. She lets out a cry as i kneel down on top of her chest, resting the knife against the skin on her neck. She whimpers quietly as my eye-line sticks on her, i'm barely blinking.
I chuckle lowly and apply a small bit of pressure as i run the sharp object along the bodies protective barrier for a short second, drawing blood.
"Awh. You're gonna call for a hero?" i pout as i hold her phone up, my eyes covered from the shadows "Really? You think i'd let that happen?"
I terrorise her a bit more and lift the knife as if i'm going to impale her "I'd never allow such a thing"
She flinches and turns her head away, shutting her eyes.

I let out a loud laugh, a bit too loud but i'm not bothered "I'm kidding, i'm not the type to kill people. Just hand over the purse and i'll get going"
She lays still for the moment and i grit my teeth. "Well? Do you want me to go or not?" I say, frustrated that she isn't cooperating with me "Come on, work with me here"
She shakily reaches into the inside of her jacket and pulls it out, giving it to me, eyes still squeezed tightly shut only opening them slightly to see what I'll do next.
"Thank you" I stand up and brush myself down as i eye her, still laying on the floor. I roll my eyes at her weakness and put my knife away. That was a lot more trouble than it needed to be.

I teleport to the underneath of the bridge and open the purse, flicking through the cash while counting.
£50 isn't much but it will do i suppose. All i need is to buy dinner for tomorrow. I throw the purse into the floor, a small photo falling out as it does so.
I don't bother to look at it much, just looks like a family in a massive house.
Well aren't you lucky. I shuffle over to the river that runs underneath the bridge, dropping her phone into the water.

I wonder what she was doing out so late? Most people like her are home by now - i mean apologies for the stereotype but she seemed that way with her clearly rich family in that photo.

I change out of my zip up black hoodie, white shirt and black ripped jeans, replacing the clothing with grey joggers and a loose T-shirt. The jeans are not something i typically wear which is why it works brilliantly as a disguise. I prefer comfort over presentation and in my opinion, jeans aren't comfortable.

The nights fresh air hits me with a breeze momentarily, making me inhale the scent, closing my eyes peacefully to shake off the adrenaline.
I may enjoy it in the moment.. all the violence and shit.. but when i think back to it, it still makes me feel a bit sick.
I also rarely kill people unless they're really a threat but even so, the image sticks to my brain like super glue.
It's not like i'm going to stop though. This shit is addictive. And even if it remains in my head, it gives me that tiny bit of feeling i long for. Rather than the emptiness inside.
And that's what makes me feel good... i'm going to do what makes me feel good.

It's now 12am and i've already got enough money for food so i'm just going to go home. No point traumatising anyone else is there? I mean... i suppose there could be.

I step out from under the bridge and the wind intensifies around me as i leave the shelter of the large structure. Stopping my movements, i turn my attention upwards, gazing hollowly at the glittering sky. I wish i could feel that feeling everyone describes of the night sky. The feeling of being so small in the universe that it's suffocating but the beauty of it all overwhelms that.

I blink, no expression spreading across my face, not much feeling but i'm TRYING to feel.
I shake my head and look back ahead, walking down the hidden way, then up the steps onto the street where the bridge joins the road.
It's pretty much silent aside from the few drunk people i come across every now and then. Luckily, they don't feel the need to bother me.

I teleport into my room because i got bored of the walking. It may be illegal to use quirks in public but i already committed crimes, what's the harm in another?

I pick up my notebook and throw it down on my bed before taking a seat in front of it and humming slightly, consuming the paper with my e/c orbs.

-Kidnap boy-

Katsuki Bakugo
Class 1-A
Blonde, red eyes.
Aggressive.

-Befriend

Hmm, how would i befriend a constantly triggered guy like him. I could keep up the soft, cute, bubbly persona but that makes me want to throw up every time i act it out. Maybe i could mix the two and create a teasing type personality. That way i can be an asshole without being an asshole.
With the amount of different personalities i've already had only one week into UA, i'm sure they're convinced i have borderline personality disorder or something similar.
Anyway, another point, for now i've got to keep being sort of bullied by him to gain sympathy from the rest of class 1-A.
They'll begin to love me and treat me like a normal person.

-Befriend

Tease - kinda can be asshole but not too asshole that everyone hates me.

I nod, satisfied with my plan so far.
How do i stop. him from hating me? Part of me thinks he'll get over it but another part says he's too stubborn to turn around.
This will take some convincing but i'll do it.

I wonder what will happen tomorrow. The first day of the week, Monday. I remember complaining about Monday's when i was younger and still going to school but i can remember the feeling now.

I shrug and get dressed, brush my teeth and then go straight to bed feeling tired after recovering from my adrenaline rush.