Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

Fighting ring

The poodle pin for work was wrapped in a handkerchief and kept safe in your purse. If the guard at the door didn't see it he wouldn't let you in, and you still needed to work in about a hour. If that was the case then what were you doing on the other side of town? A wolf paw was pinned over your heart, the symbol of a completely different club. Your boss would loose it if he found you here, yet Mina rocked on the balls of her feet with excitement. "I don't know, I think it's cool but it doesn't fit my style." Mina fixed the wolf paw, she had pinned it in her cowl turning it into a v-neck. It brought out some of her cleavage, shaping her bust really well.

"How long are we gonna have to wait?" You asked as you shifted your weight to your left side. You had walked all the way here, which wasn't exactly an easy trip especially in these wretched heels.

"Mina!!" A woman shouted from the mouth of the alley, her glossy lips sparkling in the streetlight. Her fedora was the same deep blue as her tight fitted dress. Her breast practically spilled out of it, the fabric unable to contain her. She wore a collar round her neck, and tall white heels. She looked like temptress, that thought alone explaining exactly why she worked at a place like this. You wondered how she had gotten here, sure she must have been great at her job but that didn't mean she wanted to do it. Mina introduced you to Camie, this whole thing could go horribly wrong or be absolutely magical.

The man behind the door looked down at you three through the slot, upon seeing all of your polished pins you were allowed entrance. "Thanks Inasa," Camie smiled at him sweetly.

The large man startled you when he bowed lowly to the floor, his forehead slamming right up against it. Sure you'd seen things but this was new. "It is a pleasure ladies." He stood up straight again beaming brightly at the three of you. Mina matched his smile an easy task for someone as friendly as her. You waved, it wasn't that you were shy, it's a speak when spoken too kind of thing. You don't come up too people you let them come to you, it worked pretty well actually. The two women in front of you caught up on lost time, though by the few words you were catching that seemed to be only a week ago. The hall was long and filled with dark tones the exact opposite of Fifi's which you had grown so used too. Instead of alcohol and smoke, the place was filled with the musk and metal. It made you wrinkle your nose, a potent scent. The stretched out corridor then opened revealing a large ring at the center of the club.

"What do you do if this is all cage fighting?" You asked Camie who was taking off her white coat- even that seemed kind of sexy.

"I'm a referee, besides you get to meet a bunch of hot men." She leaned in then to whisper to you, "the owner of this place has a HOT son. He's like this weird albino red-head, and his eyes are so-" She sighed eyes glossing over, whatever image she was thinking of seemed to exciting. "He doesn't really get in the ring though, I mean unless his father comes to visit."

"They fight each other?"

"No of course not, his father just likes to test his strength. Man this blonde appeared a little while ago and beat him, dude was still pissed I mean can you believe that? He fucking won! And he was still mad!" Your group walked further into the club searching for an empty half circle booth. The seats all seemed kind of rough, tables sturdy and... nailed to the floor? "Oh and there's this little green dude, I honestly thought he was a kid." She brought the tips of her fingers up to her chest while making a face. "He fucking killed it though, you guys should really see him." She nodded frantically as she plucked a drink from some random table. The men sitting there didn't even bat an eye when she did. Camie took a sip and then passed it to Mina, who took a sip and then passed it to you. You stared into the cup trying to calculate how much backwash was in there and from how many people. You placed the glass down on some random table, a man winking at you and taking a sip. Gross.

"Who's that?" Mina pointed at a red head who had his fingers slotted through the hole of the cage. He was speaking to the ash blonde in the corner. The red head seemed all smiles, sharp pearly whites sparkling even in the dark.

"Kirishima, he's a sweetheart." She leaned in then, "lots of muscle too." Mina nodded sizing up the man, pink tongue darting out as if she could already taste him.

"And the blonde?" You spoke up then, losing your breath when he turned to look at you. You recognized that face; the clavicle, the jaw, the lips, and of course the deep eyes. He looked so intimidating yesterday when clothed in black, however he seemed scarier now that his muscles were on display. Despite that when he turned back around and the muscles in his back flexed your teeth ached with this need to bite into them. You wanted to latch onto his creamy skin, and for a mark to remain imbedded in him after you pull away. You couldn't understand the need to wrap your lips around his flesh and suck until he asked you to pull away.

"Bakugo Katsuki," Camie said. His eyes met yours widening slightly upon recognition. It was like you dived into a frigid river, he knew you didn't belong here what would happen to you if he ratted?

"You okay love, you look like you've seen a ghost." Mina chirped from where she sat in the middle of the booth. You had no recollection of walking over to this table, you couldn't even feel the wood as you leaned against it for stability.

You nodded absentmindedly, "fine." Your voice was small, as fragile as the bones of a baby bird.

"Yo Shindo's fighting today." Camie spoke though she sounded distant. You slid into the booth on wobbly legs, drained from the rollercoaster of emotions. And you still had to sing today, twice actually! What the hell were you going to do?

The fight had begun, shit.