bakugou x reader

partners in crime

During the past couple of days, (b/n) and I had scouted the city for any trouble. We've encountered a few series of robberies and assaults, but we mostly helped out the citizens in any way we could. My brother always taught me that true heroes were the ones who helped in the little things.

Though one day, we spotted a group of villains making traffic and throwing cars at people; one with the head of a bull, another with scaly skin, and the other had knives for arms. Apparently, they were one of the many gangs of villains emerging from the shadows, and the city had a problem dealing with them. (b/n) and I jumped in between them, and he told me that while he dealt with the villains, I'd help the people who were injured.

"It's Golden Kin! We're saved!"

I quickly called the ambulance, rescuing all of the people who were helpless while taking an eye on (b/n). He used their own quirk, Golden Maiden, to turn parts of his body into gold, smashing the villains with his heavy, golden fists. At first, (b/n) had the upper hand, but the three villains were ganging up on him.

"Golden Kin!" I hollered, "Watch out!"

After the ambulance arrived, I left the citizens to the professionals and ran toward the battlefield. I used the brand new sickle (b/n) gave me the other day for the first time and attached it to my chains. I held the weapon in my hand, throwing it toward the bull villain and wrapped it around his body. I used all of my strength to lift him up with my magnetic field, swinging the chains back and forth until I hit the scaly villain with his comrade. The two of them were knocked out, and that was when (b/n) stood beside me.

"Who's that beside Golden Kin?"

"I don't know. Maybe they're his sidekick?"

"It can't be. They're too young. Maybe it's an intern."

"Let's go, Silver Gin!"

I pulled my sickle and chains and held it in my hands as (b/n) ran toward the villain. He then punched his head with his heavy arm as the villain bled out. The reason why (b/n)'s quirk was so known wasn't just because of its beauty; but because his punches were lethal. Each arm weighed about 500 pounds, and with it, (b/n) had accidentally killed his opponents with his fists. It's a shameful thing for him to face, so (b/n) doesn't bring it up to conversation.

After we defeated the gang, the citizens cheered us on in the background as we fled the scene. (b/n) called the police and reported what happened at the scene, and with that, the two metal brothers searched for more villains to fight.