Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

Chapter seven: Times three

"You're back," the guard said cheerfully. Today you wore your poodle pin clipped to the strap of your cross body, it sparkled all the same.

"The boss was pissed you didn't show."

"Yeah I know," you sighed.

The heavy black door swung open, it looked like they had added a fresh coat of paint to it. "No you don't," the guard then grabbed onto your arm.

"Now hold on a second where are you taking her!?" Mina stepped forward doing her best to yank his hand off you. 

The man shrugged her off and kept moving. "Some thugs came asking for you yesterday." He was moving quickly and taking large steps. You couldn't keep up especially not with the way he was manhandling you.

"What?"

You rounded a flight of stairs, your left shoulder knocking into the wall, feet just barely skidding across the floor. You couldn't get your bearings not with the way he was moving. You couldn't even manage to touch the ground! "Some thugs came asking for you."

"Yeah I know, sorry I heard that just-" Thugs? Couldn't be.

"How'd they look?" Finally the staircase had come to an end, your feet back on the ground.

"Man with deep blue eyes and these freaky scars. The girl was out her damn mind, she looked sexy in those trousers though, really managed to pull them off." The two of you had come to a stop in front of a wood door. He opened it and tossed you in, the door then closed leaving you on the floor.

Fuck. You're body was shaking, you didn't want to look up at him. You had been doing so well, the whole reason why you were behaving yourself was to avoid this. Now? Fuck! And then those two show up here and- God you're in deep shit. Thick smoke was blown down into your face, fat cuban cigar between what was supposed to be lips. He croaked your name from where he sat within the safety of his desk. Your head shoot up eyes meeting his. "I didn't mean too, it was an accident honestly sir."

"I don't care," his ashes fell onto the antique oak desk. "You were bringing in new costumers and now you're bringing in dirty cops." His fist slammed against the wood, you had only met this man once, once felt fine.

You know what? Where the hell was your spine? He couldn't yell at you like this, not when he had never thanked you for your hard work. You got up off the floor, dusting yourself off.  This was different, that's what you had told yourself when you first arrived. Here you were now, repeating it to yourself again as a reminder. They weren't going to treat you how your past had because you had decided you weren't gonna take it anymore. You weren't just the shit, you were that bitch, and she fucking bites. "Don't yell at me, we can talk but don't yell. Besides," you checked your nails. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You minx," he blew more smoke at you. "I'll admit he was smooth, offers to buy you, of course I say no." He shrugs, his fake diamonds seeming dull under the light of the moon. "The fuse he blows," he chuckles. "Threatened to shut this place down." He brought the cigar down to his ashtray stubbing it out. "Here's what we're gonna do, either I kill him or you get rid of him for me." He leans forward then finally allowing me to see his whole face. There really wasn't much to be scared of, just a pale, scrawny man, in a suite way too big for him.

"I'm not going to kill him."

"Then don't," he shrugged.

"But the next time he steps foot anywhere near this damn place, I'm gonna light his ass up. We don't play with cops," he relit his cigar. "So find a new toy."

You whirled around down with the conversation, just as you opened the door you replied. "Soon as you find a new suit." He growled shooting up to stand only to drown in his sage suit. You shut the door behind you, running off before anyone could catch you.

***

"Thugs?"

"That is what we are," they shrugged.

"Bur that makes us sound so mean."

Silence, he was so fucking thankful for silence. All she did was run her mouth.

"You think I'd be a cute dancer? I could be called 'the succubus' and they'd put up signs everywhere calling me a hot demon bitch."

"It's too early."

"For me to be a dancer? I was thinking it might be too late."

"Not for that, for this. We need more time, she needs more time. Comfortable people make mistakes, besides we've got a potential distraction now."

"So this is it? We're leaving already."

"Yeah, let's go."

***

"Leaving again?" He flashed his roommate a toothy grin.

"Who's asking?"

"I am."

"Why?"

"Because you disappeared last night and now here you are doing it again. If it was work I'd be going with you so what is it."

"Had some shit to fix yesterday."

"And today?"

"I just need air dammit."

"Hers?"

"Something from outside, GET YOUR DAMN MIND OUT THE FUCKING GUTTER!"

"....It is about her though isn't it?"

"It wouldn't work shitty hair, at some point I'd have to cuff her."

"Whatever you're into man."

"NOT LIKE THAT DAMN SHITTY HAIR, GET YOUR MIND OUT-"

"The gutter yeah I know," he sighed. Truthfully he was surprised by all of this and absolutely perplexed. Bakugo didn't believe in love at first sight, sometimes he didn't even believe in love. His mind was always on his work, he was like a sharp arrow shooting straight and true. So what was going on with him now? Since when would he have brought that girl home? Given her his clothes? He even cleaned her up. He was soft and caring, completely out of character. Since when were him and Camie talking again? Why'd he ask her to invite that girl? The dots were connecting the lined were just so crooked that he hoped they weren't all true.