Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

Chapter twelve: Princess in a tower

You woke up in the middle of the night, because you always do. Yaay how fun. It had gotten kind of cold and being pushed up against the back of the couch was starting to get uncomfortable. "Bakugo," you shook him gently.  Your arms were on his chest, your head hovering just above him. "Bakugo," you shook him again gently. He stirred slightly, his left pushing your head down into his neck, right hand squeezing at your hip. "Bakugo please, I'm cold." He dragged his hand along your arm feeling the goosebumps that were there. To your shock he let you go, you carefully moved off the sofa.

"The hell are you going without me?" His words were slurred and his eyes still closed. His eyebrows had pinched together slightly, lips in a pout while his hands groped at the air. "Come here," he whines and you stifle a giggle. Finally he sits up throwing his legs over the side of the couch, "fucker." You loop two of your fingers with his and guide your sleepy boy over to your bedroom. The door opens silently for once and you're soo thankful for it. Using your foot you kick the door shut before pushing him onto the bed. His arms wrap around your waist and suddenly you're falling with him.

"You're gonna break my bed," you scold him.

He pushes your head into his chest, "shut it," he grumbles.

"You're so sleepy," you pull a blanket over the two of you. "Poor baby I woke you up, I'm so mean." You had meant to tease him but he nodded in reply. You scoffed at him, "whatever. Goodnight sleepy boy," you then kissed him on the cheek.

Mina woke approximately two hours after you had. She was alone in a large bed, in a room filled with weights and inspirational posters. It had been a rough night and not for the reason she was hoping. You'd laugh at her when she got home and told you about what a fail of a night she had. It was too early for her but before she could fall back into sleep there was a crash outside the door. She was jumping out of bed and scrambling to the door hoping that nice guy with the cute smile hadn't just died of an accident. "Kirishima!" She yanked the bedroom door open standing in the door like a crazed woman. Still when his eyes skidded over her he couldn't help feeling all gooey inside.

"I'm sorry I woke you. I was trying to make you breakfast but my roommates usually the one that works the kitchen." He said bashfully, his hand scratched at the back of his head while he blushed. She could see all the muscles in his arm when he did that damn did she wish she could sink her teeth in. She was supposed to ride him like a rodeo last night and yet... ugh!

"Speaking of roommate is it okay if I call mine, I had told her I'd be home last night."

"Yeah sure telephone's near the front door."

Sure enough there it was, for the second time the rotary was spun to dial the same exact number from last night.

Who the hell was calling you? Again you were planning on just letting it ring however here Bakugo was waking you up. "Answer the damn phone shitty woman," he grumbled.

"I don't want too," you whined. You were playing with a strand of his hair, wrapping it around your finger. Meanwhile he wrote something on your back using his index, you were trying to focus on what he was spelling but it was kind of hard.

"Can't go back to sleep with all that ringing." He was right, fuck him. You groaned rolling out of bed practically against your will. "I can make you breakfast again?"

"No," you pointed at him. "Do not move from that bed."

"Yes Ma'am." He smiled at you his eyes narrowed with a kind of lust.

"Hello?" Your voice was groggy when you picked up the phone.

"Sheesh, sorry did I wake you?"

Mina! "You fucking traitor you said you would meet me back at the apartment!" You glanced over your shoulder peaking into your room to see if you're shouting had disturbed Bakugo.

"Yeah, well that was before someone tried to kill me!" Mina took a step out of the front hall looking into the kitchen to make sure she hadn't startled Kirishima.

"Who? Are you ok? Who the fuck did it?"

"I don't know this blonde chick. She was kind of cute actually you know before she went crazy. This super cute guy came and saved me," she cupped her hand over her mouth so that she could whisper into the phone. "I think he might be a cop though. Anyways I tried sleeping with him as a thank you -cause he's like super hot- but he said no! He believes in that sex after marriage shit can you believe that? I mean it's the roarin' twenties explore a little."

"So what'd he do with the girl?"

"Nothing, this dude came and collected her."

"There was a man? What'd he do with her?"

"He said she was like crazy, I guess she has some childhood trauma it keeps her in this fight or flight kind of thing. He had really nice blue eyes, icy blue." She said almost romantically, "his scars though.."

"Dabi." The name had been spoken without thought.

"Who?"

"The man, he showed up at the club yesterday looking for me."

"Are you okay because that woman was crazy."

"Toga, yeah she is. Don't worry about it though Mina I'll handle it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah I'll take care of it, nobody fucks with us."

Your voice had changed, she didn't like how it was sounding. Sure you had sounded like this when the two of you first met but you were so unstable back then. It was scary. She'd never seen such wrath and anger, you had nothing to loose. All you had was your name and damn did you fight for it, and when alone, damn did you cry for it. She said your name like it was angel's voice, like she had to beckon you to her. "Don't don anything you wouldn't do now. things have changed, you can just let this go."

"Yeah I know, see ya Mina."

"Bye."

You slammed the phone down and it hung up leaving an awful tone in Mina's ear. "What happened?" Bakugo stood close behind you now.

"Some people I used to know tried to jump my roommate."

"You want me to take care of it?" His hands slowly slid up your arms.

"I only if I can come with you."

"I can't let you do that princess."

"Why?" You voice was pleading with him despite your eyes being filled to the brim with gasoline.

"Because I know that look, it's real fucking destructive."

"That's the point."

He shook his head pulling you closer to him. "You don't want to destroy yourself," he placed a kiss on your temple. "You're still tired and haven't eaten, go back to bed and I'll make you something."

"You don't have to do this Bakugo." You're not my husband, you thought. "I can take care of myself."

"Yeah I know, just let me pamper you." He wanted to trap you in your room and hold you down, because that way he knew you wouldn't leave and do something stupid. He knew that look, and he hadn't felt that look in so long. Right now he wanted to keep you safe, from yourself, from the world that made you feel this way, from everything. He wanted to pamper, to keep you locked away as his princess in a tower.

Neither of you knew this wouldn't be the last you felt this way, and that pretty soon these roles were going to start flipping between the two of you.