aerie (bakugo katsuki x oc)

chapter 68: rolling with the heroes

   After a few slightly awkward days, me and Katsuki seem to be back to normal. However, he's tired of nature, and now wants me to take him to Las Vegas. Of all fucking places, he wants me to take him to Vegas. You know, the place where I spent 6 months of my life on a drug binge, ending only due to me getting caught robbing a jewelry store black out drunk. I promised myself I'd never go back there, but hell, it's where he wants to go, so who am I to tell him no?

   Only, that's exactly what I should have done. Because not 10 minutes after getting there, I'm doing rails off a random girl's tits. But hey, it's free coke! What kind of pussy says no to that?

   But once I do that first line, the familiar itch that I've been without for so long comes back, and before long, it's all I want to do.

   I take Katsuki to a music festival in hopes of finding something even better, and luckily, we get offered molly pretty early on. I try to convince Katsuki to do it with me, I'm sure seeing him rolling balls would be entertaining to say the least. But alas, he says no, so I do both points myself.

   Big. Mistake.

   Molly is good to do with friends. Great, even. But when you do it with someone that you're trying not to get too attached to, that's where it gets dangerous.

   As the waves of euphoria begin to course through my body, I turn to that beautiful blonde boy next to me.

   There he is. I've never felt more attracted to any person, ever, as I do to him right now. With those gorgeous angled eyes sitting on that perfectly chiseled face, I'm absolutely melting.

"Kitty," I say, putting my hands on his big, muscular shoulders. "You are the cutest person I have ever met in my life."

He raises an eyebrow. "You're weird," he says in that gorgeous raspy voice of his.

   Oh my god. I love him. I love him so much. He's perfect. He's the most amazing person I've ever met. He's so wonderful I could cry right now. He's so kind to me, so sweet, so caring. He'd do anything for me. I have no doubt he would risk his life for me. Because that's who he is, a hero. A good guy. I love heroes. I love good guys.

"No," I say. "I'm serious. You're my favorite person to ever exist."

"Um, okay," he says with an uncomfortable chuckle.

Oh, god. I can't take this. I love him too much. I need to get closer.

I wrap my arms around him and squeeze, getting as close to his body as I possibly can. "I love hugging you," I mutter. "Your big muscles are like pillows. I never want to let go."

"Kai, you're seriously acting weird."

Oh, no. He sounds mad. Is he mad at me? I mean, who wouldn't be? I've been using him for my own personal gain for weeks. I'd hate me if I was him.

I pull back to look at him. "Do you secretly hate me?" I ask.

He frowns. "No."

"Really? You mean that?" I say, almost on the verge of tears at how happy that makes me.

"Why would I hate you?"

   I don't know, maybe because I'm something that you've dedicated your whole life to destroying, nothing too major or anything.

   "I don't know. I'm difficult. I'm so difficult. And I'm so sorry. I hope you can forgive me."

"You don't have to be sorry. I don't hate you," he says kindly, and tears begin to well up in my eyes.

   Oh, god. I really am a bad person. I'm using him. I've been using this beautiful, kind-hearted, perfect person for my own personal gain! I'm a monster!

I bury my face back into his shoulder. "I don't think you understand how sorry I am, Bakugo," I whisper.

He pries me off of him to look at me. "Why are you sorry?"

Before I can pour my heart and soul into everything I've ever done wrong and just how guilty and remorseful I feel about all of it, I hear the most beautiful sound I've ever heard coming from the speakers.

"Oh shit!" I say excitedly, completely forgetting about what I was just talking about. "It's starting!"

I lose myself in my dancing for the next couple hours, before crashing back down to earth very suddenly, and very painfully.

"Let's get out of here," I say to Katsuki as the last bits of euphoria leave my body.

I take him home, then beam to my apartment, where I crawl into my bed immediately.

And suddenly, I have a revelation.

I don't want to go home anymore. I have no desire to make Tomura jealous, nor to even ever see him again.

   I pull out my phone and block his number. I then delete the contact, as if I don't have his number memorized like the back of my hand.

I breathe a sigh of relief, as I come to the conclusion that I'm finally done.

All I can think about is Katsuki and how perfect he is. I'm sure my manic thoughts of being in love with him aren't exactly grounded in reality, but ever since I saw him with that sweet sweet MDMA coursing through my veins, all I can think about is how much I want to kiss him and hold him and date him and marry him and have kids with him and grow old with him and die with him.

   Oh, god. What have I done?! I can't believe I let this happen! Why did I let my feelings for him become so real?!

   I am so dead. I've spent way too long dancing with the enemy, and now I'm screwed.

   There's no way I could ever truly be with him, right? At the end of the day, I'm a villain, and he's a hero! It would never work out, not in a million years!

But... maybe... just maybe... if I told him the truth one day... he would... accept me?

No, that's impossible. His whole life's mission is to take down villains like me. He could never accept me for who I really am.

But... if I accept him for being a hero... maybe he could feel the same way about me? If I tell him my whole life's story... maybe he'd understand. And hell, I've never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it! I've never stolen from someone who couldn't afford to lose what I took! I'm on the virtuous side of villainy. Maybe... just maybe...