⚠️This story contains smut, drugs, bad language, violence and s3l7 h@r|\/|.⚠️
I do not own any of these characters, only the story and the writing is mine.
Written from 24 Feb - 10 Mar
You were minding your own business, sitting in an alleyway. You...
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You stared at the blue and red lights flashing through your window. "Katsuki! Did you call the cops?" You heard Hina punch Bakugou in the shoulder, and turned around.
"What the fuck?! Obviously not! What kind of benefit would I get from that?" Bakugou shouted at Hina. "Guys, don't fight. I'm pretty sure it was my mom, if she found me that is." You held your hands in the air, an awkward smile on your face.
"Y/N, how are you gonna get out of this?" Hina frowned.
"Don't worry about it, I'll come up with something. Stop giving me so much attention, it's fine." You let out a laugh and started to walk up the stairs. "Hickey waitress." Bakugou grabbed your wrist, making you stop walking.
"Something wrong, explosion boy?" You smirked at him.
"Tch, just don't die. Me and Hina will buy you some time." He scoffed, letting go of your wrist and walking towards the door. "If you die, I'll kill you. Got it?" Bakugou looked back at you. You stood there, stunned for a moment. "I SAID DO YOU GOT IT?!" He shouted.
"Whatever. See you soon Bakugou." You smiled, and ran up the stairs.
It's a good thing you weren't wearing a skirt.
You started to run up the stairs, hearing Bakugou and his stupidly loud voice from the third floor. He was trying to create a diversion so that you could escape. How would going up a huge flight of stairs be able to help you escape though?
The stairs were easy to slip on, as it was just slippery concrete. The walls were incredibly cold on your skin as you used them to propel yourself faster and further. "EXCUSE ME MR DYNAMIGHT WE HAVE HEARD THAT YOU ARE HARBOURING A VILLAIN, PLEASE LET US PAST OTHERWISE WE WILL HAVE TO USE FORCE!" A voice shouted from outside.
You had only just made it to the fifth floor, meaning you still had another ten floors to go.
"Y/N!" A familiar voice shouted from behind you. Your eyes widened, and you stopped running.
You slowly turned around. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" Your mother screamed, as she stood a few meters away from you.
"Are you blind or something? Obviously I'm trying to run my fat ass up a flight of stairs that'll lead me to the roof." You tapped the side of your head. "How dare you speak to me like that.." Her voice was low, she was pissed just at seeing the state of you.
"What are you gonna do? Chase me? Alright, bet." You smirked and began to run up the stairs. She grunted as she ran up behind you.
You were already out of breath, having only reached the eight floor.
Luckily, your mother was much slower than you, considering she was much older. Her panting from running up all these stairs was so loud, it was actually kinda funny.
"HURRY UP M/N OR I'M GONNA WINNN!" You called back to her. "SHUT UP! WHEN I GET UP THERE, YOU'LL LEARN NEVER TO DISRESPECT ME EVER AGAIN!" She roared up at you, and her footsteps began to increase. Your mom was actually catching up to you.
