Liability ~ Bakugo X OC

Sometimes Police and Heroes Don't Get Along

"Cuff 'em," Yuki didn't spare a glance at the only man their team caught. Her blood boiled while she pulled off her rubber gloves—like pulling off a layer of dead skin.

    Yuki liked to think she was a fair woman. She wore a large police coat that covered her entire body...and the skin-tight white dress she'd strutted around in.

    "Tanaka!"

    Yuki darted across the beat up bar. Mere moments ago, the place thrived with music and dancers and drunk fiends of all shapes and sizes. "Yes, Chief?"

"Tell your boyfriends if they mess up another job, I'm gonna—"

"Gonna what?" His deep and dangerous voice interrupted the Chief. "Arrest the number three hero?"

Chief Sato narrowed his eyes and his lips snarled up as if he stared at dog crap and not a notorious hero. "You're the worst of them all, Dynamight."

Bakugo's crimson eyes were like flares igniting the night sky when he said, "put Yuki behind a desk."

"Katsuki!"

"Whoa, whoa, heya guys, calm down." Red Riot was the calm to Dynamight's rage. He held Bakugo back and apologized. "Sorry Pebble, Chief. Dynamight's just doing his job."

Chief Sato knew better. He continued his glaring showdown with the number three hero, and the hero didn't waver. If it wasn't for Red Riot, Sato would've had Dynamight behind bars for obstruction of justice many, many times. Even the way the hero spoke to Yuki really ruffled Sato's nerves.

"Besides," Kirishima said and turned his attention to Bakugo. "If Pebble were behind a desk, Bakubro, half the dudes we've gotten would've escaped. She's on the force, 'course she'll be out here tracking crime. If you keep stopping our patrol every time you see her, we're gonna blow her cover."

"He's right," Yuki said impatiently. "You did your job, let me do mine, okay?"

Bakugo finally tore his iron-clad gaze away from the Chief. They softened when he saw the way Yuki's deep, teal brows were creased and revealed that little dimple on the left side of her forehead. Her lips were pressed in a thin, tight line and her tendons flared. Bakugo took a deep breath and huffed, "whatever."

Yuki's stomach churned. She rolled her eyes and pushed Bakugo's chest. "Alright. Go. Deal with the press, big hero."

"I hate those fucking freeloaders," he grumbled when Kirishima pulled him away. Yuki had to swallow another wave of anger—but it was difficult to do so around the Chief and Bakugo.

"One of these outlets are gonna start raving about how the cops can't do their job."

"It's not their Intentions—"

"I know." Sato looked at the crumpled building and sighed. "If you weren't my best detective, Tanaka, you'd have been kicked off the team a while ago."

"Chief—"

"Still, you're lucky." Sato looked past the short woman at the flashing lights. Dynamight was practically a hyena waiting to clutch his jaw around the reporters. It took all of Red Riot's attention to calm down his partner while keeping that toothy smile plastered on his face. "Those bastards care a lot about you. Go wrap things up. I'd like to be out of here in ten."

"Sir."

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"You can't go around telling my boss to put me on desk duty!" Yuki slammed the front door.

"I can do whatever the hell I want."