Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

Blue boys

"What so who are you?"

"What?"

"Well the first time I saw you was while I was at work, but than I see you again on the other side of town in some fighting ring and now... well I'm not sure what's going on really." You had finished eating the food leaving the plate clean, it was something you hadn't done in a while.

"I thought you knew who I was?" He stood at the water basin washing the dishes. You felt a little guilty about that part, I mean you where a guest in his home after all.

"No, who really are you? Which one of them is you?"

"Can't they all be? Why are you asking so many fucking questions, mind your damn business."

You took another sip from your drink, ignoring how he whispered die while doing the dishes. "You're Bakugo Katsuki, ash blonde hair, carmine eyes and I would guess your hit but I might strike a nerve."

"Who the hell told you that name?" The house went very still, his roommate creeping in the background.

"I'm gonna head out," the red-head said. And just like that he was gone, locking the door behind him. Coward, he left you by yourself.

"Who told you that fucking name?" He leaned over the counter so he was back in your face again. You stood up from the stool backing away to put some distance between you two.

"I heard it," you shrugged.

"Not that name," he walked around the corner. He was back in your face again, "who the fuck told you that name?"

"I'm not ratting out on them."

"Really?" He wore a manic grin, "because if I wanted I could put you behind bars right now."

"You could put me in cuffs for sure, but bars seem like a little too much." You smirked at him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He backed up then, you were cute but... but this isn't how you meet and or hook up with people. His shirt fit so big on you and the top buttons weren't even done since you wouldn't let him do them last night. It had to be that fucking shirt too, he couldn't find anything else to get you in, no it had to be that thin one. He felt like a fucking perv, like that grape bitch. You were even in his boxers, prancing around in them like they were just shorts. To top it off you want him to put you in cuffs and call you princess. He needed you out of here.

"Some girl I met told me your name." You said from where you leaned against the doorframe to his bedroom.

"What was her name?"

"She's a good person, she's really not shady."

"What's her name?" He spoke more harshly this time.

Damn did part of you want to give in, maybe you could play drunk so he could sweep you off your feet again. This time at least you'll be sober enough to enjoy all the warmth and muscle. He hadn't locked you up, he wouldn't do it to "Camie," you replied.

"Figures," he grunted.

"All that for you to fucking huff at me. Dude, you have issues," you laughed.

"I know her."

"Oh."

Radio silence.

"So where'd you sleep last night?" You asked coyly feeling bad about taking his bed, it was a lovely bed too.

"On the couch."

"Mmm, and that guy earlier that was your?"

"Roommate/ partner."

"Partner as in.."

"Get your mind out of the fucking gutter," his eyes pinched shut in disguise, hand on the bridge of his nose. "We're fucking partners back at the station, we went to the academy together and became friends there."

"Oh that's really nice. You know I think I have a friend that might like him."

"Anything to get that bastard off my fucking back." He sighed rolling his eyes, "worst than that damn hag." You laughed at this.

More radio silence.

"Bakugo?"

He looked up at you, his name sounded nice from your voice. And your lips weren't all that bad. "Yeah," he swallowed.

"Can I change back into my clothes?" You liked his but you were drowning in the smell. The more you thought about your remark earlier and that stupid name from last night the more you worried the throbbing would turn to tears.

"Uh," but you looked so good. "Yeah, sure." His shoulder bumped into yours as he walked past stepping into his room. "Shitty hair grabbed it from the clothing line this morning." He handed you the clothes, your dress and undergarments' were folded neatly.  Your sweater was missing though, must've left it at that damn club.

"Thank you," you walked around him pushing him out the room and then shutting the door. His pillowcases were black, the same color as the outside of his comforter. The bed sheet, and fluffy blanket were orange. His curtains were pulled shut, a habit you didn't judge since you did the same thing. You slipped back into your dress, face wrinkling when you noticed the left strap was broken. "Hey," you cracked the door open. "Can I keep this? I swear I'll give it back," you thought on it. "The next time I see you," you mumbled.

"Tch," he kissed his teeth. "Don't even know your damn name."

"I didn't give it to you last night? I though you would have at least remembered from the show."

The show... the show... what show? Right you sing, at... at that bar... uh Fifi's. Your name fell from his lips with more uncertainty then he wished it too. You nodded and smiled, and he couldn't help the pride that swelled at getting it correct. "yeah, the next time I see you." He walked you to the door then, holding it open for you so that you may exit first. "I'll take you home, " the door closed silently behind you. What was that saying again? If a tree falls and no one hears it, did it even make a sound? Did it even fall? If the door was never heard closing does that mean you ever left?