aerie (bakugo katsuki x oc)

chapter 70: damn heroes and their morals

   "Where do you get the money to pay for all of this stuff?" Katsuki asks, mouth full of Italian food.

   I slightly shake my head. "Don't worry about it."

   He swallows. "No, tell me."

   "How many times have I asked you not to ask me questions like that?"

   "Kai. We've been together a while now. Why can't you just be honest with me?"

   "Woah, there," I say, holding up my hand. "Slow your roll. We're not together."

   He rolls his eyes. "You know what I mean. Where did you get the money?"

   He's not gonna let this go, is he?

   I sigh.

   Well, now is a good of a time as any to test the waters. If Katsuki can't handle where I get my money, then there's no point continuing our little rendezvous.

   "Nobody's gonna miss it," I mutter.

   His eyes widen in horror. "Don't tell me you stole this money."

   Yeah. That's how I thought he'd react.

   "See," I say, disappointed. "This is why I can't be honest with you, you're judgmental."

   "I'm not judgmental! You can't be stealing from people!"

   "I didn't steal it from a person, you think I would take someone else's money?!" I say, slightly offended. I sit back in my chair and fold my arms, trying to decide whether or not to tell him the truth.

    There's no point in hiding it now if he's gonna find out eventually anyway. If he doesn't accept me for me, then to hell with him! Right?

   "I stole it from a bank," I say.

   "Kai!" he exclaims, and a few people turn to look at us, as we're disturbing the peace in this 5-star restaurant. He leans in and lowers his voice. "You robbed a bank?!"

   I roll my eyes. "It's more like I burgled a bank. I didn't come in with a gun saying 'put the money in the bag!' I just glitched right into the safe and got what I needed."

He covers his face with his hands, clearly disturbed. "Kai, what the hell is wrong with you?"

   Damn heroes, with their morals.

I shake my head with a smirk. "You really are a goody-two-shoes."

"That's not what it is!" he says through clenched teeth. "But we're supposed to be heroes, not criminals!"

   I scoff.

   Criminal? Are you fucking kidding me? After everything I've done to clean up my act over these few months, he's calling me a criminal for a lousy $500 hit?

"Oh, so now I'm a criminal?"

"I mean yeah, you kinda are."

   What the hell did I expect from a wannabe hero? They're all the fucking same. Can't tell a victimless crime from an immoral act. Guys like these really think the law actually distinguish good from bad. They look down on people like me, who do whatever they can to survive.

I narrow my eyes. "What? So you think you're better than me or something?"

"I didn't say that."

"But that's what you mean."

"No it's not! I'm just saying you can't steal money from banks, and then go blow all the money on expensive food. If we get caught, I can kiss being the number one hero goodbye."

    I scoff. "Oh, don't tell me," I say, decently pissed off at this point. "This is about your sad little pipe dream of being number one? You don't think that's actually gonna happen, do you?"

   I'm shocked at my own words, I know how fucked up that is of me to say. But what can I say? I learned from the best how to be cruel.

"What the hell is your problem?!" he shouts.

I roll my eyes, trying to hide how hurt I am at the realization that there's no way this could work. "It's fine, Bakugo. I'll just travel alone." I reach across the table and beam him home, before coming back to the restaurant to pay.

   You see, a bad person would've just dined and dashed, but a virtuous villain like myself knows that my waitress lives off tips, and that the chef needs to feed his family. If that damn Bakugo can't see the difference, fuck him.

~

The next day at school, I completely ignore him, because I know how much it hurts. I want him to hurt like I do. I want to make him punch his walls and scream into his pillow.

   When I'm sitting at my apartment, reading manga, my phone goes off. I check the notifications, and just as I thought, it's Katsuki.

-Stop ignoring me
-I didn't even do anything wrong

   I roll my eyes, and continue to read. After a few minutes, it goes off again, several times.

-You're a bipolar bitch and I'm fucking tired of you
   -You're insane
-Never talk to me again

   Ah, yes. That's what I like to hear. I type my reply.

-i wont

   Your turn to suffer.