Instant Karma - Katsuki B. x Reader

Chapter Twenty-One

TW: Non Consensual touching

Mr. Maki's estate was, for the lack of a better word, grand. It was decorated with lavish velvet rugs and shimmery diamond ropes that twisted from the ceiling that made sure those walking in knew Mr. Maki was rich.

You walked with your arms linked to Bakugou, who paid you no mind except for a few grunts of frustration. His hair was disheveled, and he was desperately trying to tone it down.

You, Azail, Maxwell, and Bakugou settled by a table of confections and punch. The mini sandwiches and hors d' oeuvres were being handed out to guests by servants on gold platters.

To the right of the grand staircase in the ballroom, was an even grander orchestra filled with cellists and violinists, a grand pianist, a wind ensemble, and just about any other classical instrument.

"Wow," Maxwell said in awe, his mouth agape.

"This is how fucking rich people party?" Bakugou breathed out his eyes filled with shock.

"Eat the rich," said Azail.

"Ya, the rich can kiss my boot." You agreed.

Suddenly Mr. Maki made his way to a small platform in front of the orchestra. He was holding a glass of champagne and looked to be in high spirits "Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we celebrate good food, great friends, charity, and the opportunities that lead us to where we are today, so with great pleasure may the Gala officially begin."

Cheers rang out through the audience as the music began to play. Some of the guests took their dates straight to the dance floor, others went to chat with friends and potential future work partners.

You lean down to Azail. "We need to move around and try to find our guy, the longer we stand here the more suspicious we look." The blue-haired girl nodded before grabbing Maxwell and making her way over to the drink table.

The orchestra had transitioned into a harmonious song. A slow dance. The beautiful symphony rang through the ballroom as the patrons and guests began to slow their movements and dance hand-in-hand, chest-to-chest.

"Care to dance?" Bakugou offered, trying to not look pleased, but a dust of blush on his ears gave him away. You smiled, casually took his hand, and roped him in. Both you and Bakugou wanted to lead, the subtle intentional squeezing of the hand, sudden swerve of direction, and the occasional heel-to-toe stepping made it impossible to get an overall smooth flow.

"Let's dance." He scoffed at you as he pulled you onto the dance floor, amongst a flurry of twirling satin and lace of ladies' dresses. You finally gave in and let him lead, you would never say it out loud but it felt nice to have someone else lead every once in a while. Not to mention the fact that your date looked quite nice all dressed up.

You knew it was a sight you would only see this evening so you looked it all in as you tried to remember this moment. A part of you said it was silly, and asked you why you felt like you had to photograph the moment, another part simply didn't care and did it anyway.

Across the room, Maxwell, who eyed Azail, extended an inviting hand. "M'lady."

Azail thought for a moment and then placed her drink down. "Fine. Let's dance, " she paused, eyeing the floor, searching for the best spot to join in. Azail's eyes landed on Maxwell's, but she quickly looked away with a huff as if to snidely say: why you?

Bakugou glided you across the floor in ways that surprised you. Little did you know that he was nervous and excited all at the same time. He watched you as you smiled, as you looked up at him with a look of euphoria. Bakugou's heart was hit with what he thought felt like one of his explosions. He hated it, he hated how you made him feel, he had done such a good job pushing the feelings down only for them to be ruined by you. You were beautiful to him. With your dress that hugged you in all the right places, your makeup that basically forced him to look at your eyes, your beautiful hair that fit who you are as a person so well.

He was whipped, and this feeling to him was trouble if he couldn't calm it down.

As you and Bakugou were stuck in your own world, Azail hesitatingly intertwined her fingers with Maxwell's, letting him spin her around before he took the lead. He radiated pride as he put the dance skills he was forced to learn to use. The pair knew they didn't hate each other but could never seem to admit their fondness.

There were so many times one of them came close to admitting their feelings only to pull back at the last second due to nerves and insecurities. If something happened to the other they wouldn't be able to bear it. But for some reason, they couldn't let the other know about their feelings.

So they will have to savor this moment while it lasts.

"Don't look," Azail whispered slyly into Maxwell's ear, "but there is a guy standing alone over my right shoulder. His name is Mr. Hado. He's our target." Maxwell understood that Azail needed to get closer to him.

Maxwell dipped her down slowly then swung her gracefully back up as the slow song ended; as a new faster and cheerful song rang throughout the hall. They huffed enthusiastic pants, their eyes locked in silent understanding: I trust you. "Wanna take the lead?" Maxwell suggested.

"Gladly." Azail stifled a chuckle. "Pretend to ramble so I get annoyed and leave you for the guy."

"Am I not annoying you as I usually do?" Maxwell's eyes were teasing.

"No." Maxwell's eyes glimmered with hope at her answer.

The pair changed their rhythm from synchronous to off-beat steps, where Azail may or may not have intentionally stepped onto poor Maxwell's toes.

"Ouch you bitch, don't step on my feet, who taught you how to dance." Maxwell's acting was always something he could rely on, even if he didn't know that Azail stepping on his foot might have been an accident.

Azail played along. "Don't you dare call me a bitch." She pushed him off of her and walked over to the bar where Mr. Hado was standing. He looked like he had seen the whole thing so it was Azail's turn to do some acting.

She put on her damsel in distress act and slid into one of the chairs at the bar. Almost immediately Mr. Hado came to the rescue.

It was very creepy how at most Aziel looked to be in her early twenties with the makeup and outfit she was wearing, while Mr. Hado was in his late fifties. But this at least gave Azail something to work with.

"You ok their sweetheart." He put his hand on her shoulder. If this wasn't a mission she would have slapped him for touching her.

She made a sniffling noise. "No, my boyfriend just yelled at me on the dance floor, he's such a dick he only cares about himself."

"Is that so?" She looked up at him with big doe eyes and nodded. "Well, it's so sad that a nice, pretty girl like you has to deal with someone who ain't treating you right." He put his hand on her thigh and Azail wanted to puke.

If it wasn't for the fact you and Azail took turns doing this part of the mission then you would be the one in her place. She took her hand and slid it up his arm. And began sweet talking to him.

You and Bakugou watched from the other side of the room next to the table of hors d' oeuvres. You couldn't see him but you knew Maxwell was nearby making sure Mr. Hado didn't pull anything.

Bakugou watched with disgust. He wondered to himself, how often did you have to do this?

It wasn't long before Azail began to walk in the direction of the agreed meeting place with Mr. Hado. You looked at Bakugou and gave him a nod. You began smiling as you dragged him off, giving people the illusion that you were taking him somewhere private.

Bakugou was impressed by your acting skills and tried his best to keep up.

Azail led Mr. Hado out back to the greenhouse. This spot was chosen because it was far away from the mansion but not far away enough where it would be suspicious.

Before Mr. Hado could do anything Azail punched him in the face and knocked him off his feet. He looked at her shocked and slightly aroused. The sight made her sick.

"Where is Viper?" Azail spat in his face, her patience and self-control were thinning out. You then entered the greenhouse followed by Bakugou and Maxwell.

"I...I don't know." It was Maxwell's turn to punch him.

"Bullshit, where is she?"