Please Remember || Bakugou x Reader || Please STOP 2

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A/N: Sorry this is super late. I was sick and didn't have the motivation to do anything so I didn't write all weekend. 

Bakugou looked at Y/N, who was listening intently. 

He sighed, "Alright your turn." 

Her eyebrows pinched in confusion, "What do you mean, my turn?" 

"You said, 'Then everything went south'. What do you mean by that?" 

"Oh so are we doing a shitty, 'taking turns' thing?" 

"Well, the author wants to switch between our POVs every other chapter, so yea. I guess so." 

"What?" 

"What?" 

The two looked at each other confused. 

"Anyways. Why did everything go south?" Bakugou asked, redirecting the conversation. 

Y/N looked at him confused again, before brushing it off and sighing. 

"It's kinda weird." 

*** 

Suki was about four when this happened. Dabi and I had been getting quite close over the years, as he stepped in as a close uncle or second dad. So close in fact that we kinda did something I severely regret. 

Slowly opening my eyes as I woke up, I felt a pair of hot arms pulling me towards a body of similar temperature. I looked around and took note of all the things around, and how burned most of them were. The clothes on the floor. The things that had been knocked off shelves, the dresser, and even the nightstand. 

'Oh fuck' I tried to sit up but the warm arms pulled me back. 

I turned around and finally saw the person I had already assumed was there. Black hair, and purple skin graphs on his lower face, and part of his torso. 

I groaned and forced his hands off my naked body. I grabbed my underwear and shirt and quickly threw them on.

When I found my bottoms, I heard rustling in the bed, followed by a deep voice asking, "What are you doing?" 

I turned around, Dabi was slowly sitting up, the blanket falling off his bare chest. 

I sighed, "This never happen-" though I was cut off when the door opened. 

"Dabi. We need-" The raspy-voiced, second in command, Shiggaraki froze in place the moment he saw me throwing my pants on. "What happened here?" He finally asked. 

"Nothing." I threatened, fixing my pants around my hips and began to fix my hair, which had messed up during the activities from the previous night. 

Shiggaraki smirked, "Really? Nothing now? Would be a shame if your mother found out about this." 

With a growl, I grabbed a piece of the broken lamp, that had fallen off the nightstand, and held it close to his throat, "Do it. We'll see who's faster." 

Shiggaraki lifted his hand to mine and placed four of his five fingers on my wrist. "I'd love to see who's faster." He smirked. "Maybe you'll learn how to actually use your quirk." 

"I know what my quirk is," I growled. 

"At least I know how to activate mine." 

He had me there. My mom told me the basic mechanics of my quirk, but she didn't know how to activate it. Meaning I didn't know how to activate it. Since I didn't know anything that happened. 

"Could you guys kill each other outside?" Dabi groaned laying back down in his bed. "I don't feel like cleaning up your blood today." 

Shiggaraki and I both held intense eye contact, waiting to see who would give up first. The only reason I did was that I heard my mother yelling for us. 
I pulled the makeshift knife away from Shiggaraki's throat and he let go of my wrist. We stepped away, the eye contact still intense.