Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

Princess

"Shit! You couldn't even make it to the bathroom could you?" The voice was deep, arms gently grabbing onto your shoulders to pull you away from your mess.

"I tried." You mumbled, the hands letting go of you. You leaned back against the wall swaying slightly. Now that you didn't feel like throwing up anymore, you felt like going to sleep.

"Here," something cold touched your skin and you pulled away from it. "Here dammit!"

"It's cold," you whined.

"It's to clean your face with," he growled.

"It's wet," you whined as he swept the rag over you.

"I shouldn't have to fucking clean you like some child."

"Then don't," you replied pushing his arm away. "No one asked you too, so just.. don't do it." Your words were starting to have a drawl to them, speaking slower due to exhaustion.

"You're helpless I have to help you." He was cleaning your dress now, making sure you hadn't got any on yourself. The entire time he was very careful of where he put his hands and just how long he was looking at places.

"No you don't," you mumbled.

"Then how 'bout this," his voice was in your ear now. "You're helpless, I have to help you. Does that sound better princess?" His arms locked you in on either side and he was way too close to you for a stranger. Your hands pushed back against his chest and he backed away to the other side of the hall. (Which wasn't much since the hall was only about four feet wide.) "Do you want me to fucking help you? If you don't then you can just fucking say that instead of being a bitch about it."

Your face scrunched up, eyes still closed and body still swaying. "No...I want your help. I'm just trying not to be a burden," you murmured.

"If I'm willing to help you, obviously I can take the added weight." He swept you off your feet then, holding you bridal style.

You wrapped your arms around his neck quickly hating how your feet couldn't touch the floor. You didn't trust him enough. Who was this man? "What are you doing!" You felt wide awake now.

"You'll be fine, I'm just gonna take you home." You would think it hurt him to say the words, they came out through a clenched jaw and he couldn't stop kissing his teeth. "Look," he whispered to you. "You were right about the whole undercover cop shit so just-" His grip tightened on you. "I've got you ok?"

"Ok," that was the last thing you remembered. Well you forgot actually you didn't remember any of it at all until way later in the morning.

***

You felt so warm, the blankets you were curled up in were just so fluffy. The bed felt nice too, real cushy. That was new, especially since your mattress wasn't top of the line. Wait your mattress, this was not your mattress. You bolted up right, where the hell were you? Who had you left with? Did you even leave with anyone? Oh my gosh Mina! She's going to fucking kill you. And you're job. You were supposed to sing yesterday, you had two shows! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Shit, what were you going to do? You should have just performed drunk, you could of pulled it off. Why didn't they let you? Who the hell told you no?

You swing your feet over the side of the bed, stomping when they hit the floor. Who just fucked with your money? Who? You made your way towards the door, stomping the whole way. Who had the audacity?! You swung the door open, the hinges yelping with pain as the force from the door casted a gust of air. Who had the balls?! There lying on the couch straight across from the door was a sweaty red head, his hair dangling off the armrest his head was on. Behind him was the kitchen where that damn blonde was grumbling over a sizzling pan. Your eyes narrowed in on him, oh he was so screwed. No one fucked with your income.

"Good morning," the red-head waved flashing you a toothy grin.

"Morning," you gave him a fake half smile and speed walked around the couch. "You have some fucking explaining to do," you hissed speaking quiet enough so that the other man in the apartment wouldn't hear you. Your hands were planted on the counter that you were currently leaning over, cleavage visible through men's dress shirt you were wearing. The blonde was a gentleman after all so he paid no attention to them.

He glared up at you from the sizzling plan. "That dumbass gets a 'good morning' from you with a fucking smile," he said the good morning part in a high pitched voice and then gave the biggest grin. "While you storm out of my room after sleeping in my bed. While still wearing my clothes, and I get a nasty fucking attitude first thing in the morning. Fuck your breakfast bitch, I'm giving it too shitty hair."

The red-head's face then popped up from the couch. "You mean you hadn't made me breakfast to begin with?"

You and the blonde paid him no mind, leaving him to sulk about. "I don't even know how I got in your clothes, I don't even know how I got here." You crossed your arms over your chest, while he plated the food. "And don't fucking call me a bitch, I don't know who you think you're talking too."

"You, extra." Despite all that shit he was talking about giving your food away, he still handed you a plate.

"Wait so you really didn't make me food?" The shark toothed man spoke from the sofa, again he received no reply from the both of you.

You looked down at it, it smelled good and the presentation was wonderful. "Thank you," you sighed as you picked your fork up. He set a cup down next to both of your dishes, informing you on what they had to drink. Once your glass was full, you sat down on the stool and took a bite out of your steaming food. It was good! "It's so good," you said with a mouth full of food. You gave him a closed mouth smile before swallowing.

"Don't speak with your mouth full shitty woman."

"Hey what happened to princess?"

"That's the only fucking part you remember about last night!" He was fuming though his face was pink and his eyes were.. well they seemed different at least from what you've seen so far.

"Well now I'm hoping I didn't sleep with you, because It'd be a shame if I forgot that."

"Oh you think I'm sexy princess?" He leaned over the counter looking you dead in the eyes.

"No it'd just be embarrassing for you, usually I remember shit like that." You shrugged, "it just probably wasn't good." You took another bite of food, blushing when his roommate cackled in the background.

"Shitty woman," the blonde grumbled into his cup.