Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

Chapter ten: Home with you

"Thanks again," Mina smiled at the man.

"Yeah no problem, hey I never got your name."

"Ashido Mina, and you are?"

"Kirishima Ejirou," he smiled offering her his hand. Her manicured nails laid upon the back of his hand.

"It is dangerous at night maybe you could walk me home?"

"Where do you live?"

"Wherever your place is," she shrugged smiling back at him. Damn if that didn't pull him under.

"Sure I'll take you," he looped his arm with hers and they began their walk back down the road. Chit chatting with one another about things of both no importance and all the importance of the world. It was odd how time and place worked; for example the two had no idea they were only a couple yards ahead of you, and then there was Bakugo who was beating himself up about asking you out.

You were surprised when you came home to empty apartment, didn't Mina say she'd be waiting for you? There wasn't even any sushi, you'd doubt you'd eat it anyways but still. You trudges over to your room dragging your feet along the floor. Why'd that idoit have to go and fuck things up? You had liked him a little bit yet here he was messing with your money yet again. Damn him! You stormed into your room, the doorknob banging against your wall. A curse escaped you when you saw how it had chipped the plaster. On top of that he has the audacity to ask you out! What the hell! And dammit you'd still probably go I mean you went and gave him that fucking paper. Sheesh you had a sailor's mouth. You slammed your door behind you as you went to take a shower. To your horror when you turned it on the water came out ice cold, unfortunately no matter how far you turned it the temperature just wouldn't change. Fuck today was an awful day.

Bakugo had the opposite surprise when he got home, there was a giggling woman feeling up his roommate while the doofus tried not to pop one. It was gross, absolutely fucking nasty. I mean he wasn't smooth or suave like Bakugo was, he was chivalrous though and playful. Bakugo shook off his jacket begrudgingly, he didn't want to move any further into the apartment. More giggles. Ugh, yuck. He hooked his jacket on his finger and swung it over his shoulder a small piece of paper falling out. Shit, no he's dropping junk. He picked it up and to his surprise there was your home number scribbled onto it. Surely you must have gotten home by now. No that would make him look clingy and desperate. Who gives a fuck. He snuck over to the rotary phone spinning the dial so that he could call you.

The phone in the living room had started ringing. You were going to ignore it still being in the shower and assuming it to be a telemarketer however you didn't want to risk it being from Mina. So there you were clambering out of your ice shower, shutting off the water and wrapping one towel around your hair and the other tightly around your body. You had to hold it with your hands because the knot you had sloppily tied fell out while you were in the hallway. You picked up the phone placing one cup against your ear and angling the other towards your mouth. "I was worried you wouldn't call."

He had just heard your voice not to long ago and yet when he heard you he had found he had missed how you sounded. This was pathetic. "Really you miss me that much," he said hoping that his truth would be yours as well.

"Oh, Bakugo it's you. Forgive me I thought it was my roommate calling, she never arrived home."

"Is she ok?"

"I hope so."

"I could-" was he really going to suggest this? I mean who the hell were you anyways, you were a nobody, some stranger that had gotten drunk at an illegal fight club. "I could help you find her?"

That was nice of him, and Mina said he was mean. He just offered to help you look for her! "No it's ok she probably bumped into someone cute at the sushi place. If she isn't back in the morning I'll file a missing persons."

"If that's the case you call me ok?"

"You gonna give me your number then?" He liked how you were quick on your toes with him, of course being drunk had forced you out of your shell sooner then you would have liked but he was grateful for it nonetheless. "Hold on give me a sec," you placed the receiver down on the table and ran about trying to find some sort of paper and pen. "Ok I'm ready give it to me."

He gave a chuckle, "couple other things I wouldn't mind giving to you princess."

"What's up with that nickname?"

"You were acting like a snot nosed brat, would you rather I call you that?"

"No sir." You had meant that as a joke but it struck a cord in him. Damn did you know how to play his heart, you plucked the strings in such a perfect way so that you may sing along to the melody. He was an instrument for you to use as you pleased. He was dog, he had literally gotten on his hands and knees for you and damn he'd do it again.

"Hey princess, my roommates got company over you wanna do something? I know I said Friday but-"

"Do you still have my address?" That was bold of you, were you drunk? No you were sober, maybe it was that you were on the phone. That's what it was, that's exactly where all this confidence was coming from.

Meanwhile all he could think was 'woah.' "Of course."

"Ok, just bring me some food."

"Whatever you say."