Kitsune: K. Bakugou

chapter 11: my dad is an ass

Nothing like waking up in a cold sweat, screaming bloody murder. It had been like this for a while though, I was just lucky no one had heard me yet.

The next few days were incredibly boring. I made a stop into the league’s HQ, but there wasn’t much for me to do. I just drank and talked to a few of the recruits.

Katsuki had been completely radio silent.

I thought about messaging his mom, but if he wanted to talk, he would.

Someone that I hadn’t expected to be chatty was Dabi, but I’d spent a decent amount of my days texting back and forth with him.

Dad was busy getting acceptance letters ready, so I didn’t have a whole lot to do.

I almost *almost* broke and asked Akatsuki for a job, but I didn’t want to hear his spiel about how I’d asked for time off only to come crawling back.

Instead, I went freelance. Working on my UA hero suit during the day and patrolling the streets as Kurama at night.

Today was the day we all got our exam results in the mail.

I’m sure everyone was just waking up and nervously awaiting the mailman. Meanwhile, I’m chilling on a city roof with my legs dangling off the edge; not a fucking care in the world.

It felt so good to be out of my suit after all the shit that just went down.

Patrol had been extra busy last night and I spent most of it stopping a late night bank robbery.

They disabled the alarms before they got the chance to go off, so I was flying solo.

Honestly, if I didn’t happen to be on that street at that time, they probably would’ve gotten away with it.

I’m glad I was the only one though, because they were armed with guns.

I wound up getting shot about 12 times.

Man, am I thankful for my quirk.

The guns concerned me though. That meant there was an illegal arms dealer somewhere close which didn’t vote well for the heroes who weren’t equipped to deal with bullets.

I’ll have to tell Akatsuki about this. Damnit!

People started to dot the tiny street below me like ants on their way to work. I’ve always loved watching from above. It puts so much into perspective.

Every single person may seem small and insignificant, but put together as a whole they function as a larger entity. We need society and society needs us. Every life is a treasure.

Humans are like giant, less dope ants.

I tore my sweet bun open with my fangs as the windy morning air whipped my hair into my face.

I could stay here forever.

I sat and ate for a few minutes.

Sadly, it’s not in the cards for me today.

Pushing myself over the edge of the skyscraper, the tingly sense of my body hurtling towards the cement below took over my senses.

Going splat wasn’t fun, trust me on that. I’ve experienced it one too many times. But I didn’t plan on doing that today.

Suddenly was engulfed in someone’s warm arms, “What the hell are you doing kid?”

I squinted open an eye, “Practicing flying techniques.”

“Well you’re doing a shit job.” Hawks grinned down at me as we landed perched on another rooftop.

“Why’d you catch me, Ani.” I was still wrapped in his arms.