Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

Chapter thirteen: Gang's all here

"Shit!" Mina cursed to herself gliding the nail of her thumb along her bottom lip.

"Something wrong?" Kirishima had tilted his head similar to how a dog would.

"I gotta head home, my roommates worrying me."

"Oh..." He glanced back at the kitchen behind him. I mean it wasn't like he was cooking anything anyways he had just barely found the cookbook and got it open. Even then he still somehow managed to make a mess of it and it had only been a two minute conversation. "Well that's ok," he smiled at Mina, though this one was less real.

"I'm really sorry Kirishima," she rifled through her clutch. There was a moment of awkward air before she finally found the slip of paper that she was looking for. She brought it up to her pink lips, puckered up and placed a kiss. "Here, it has my phone number so feel free to call me." He took the paper liking how her lipstick stain looked. "I really have to go, so.." she grunted as she struggled to put on one of her heels. "Uh toodles," she wiggled her fingers at him. Without a missing a beat she had whirled around to open the door.

"W-Wait," Kirishima shouted reaching for her. She turned toward him quicker than she did the door. She still had bedhead and her makeup was faded and smudged in certain areas. Her dress was wrinkled, clutch and jacket thrown on haphazardly.

It was like suddenly all thought had returned to his head again. He brought his arm back to his side so that it wasn't just floating in the air. "Can I take you home? Will you- will you let me take you home?"

"Sure," she smiled at him sweetly. The curly haired woman slowly dragged her hands over her form smoothing out her dress. She then held her jacket in hand with her clutch, looped her arm with the big lug of a man and allowed him to take her home.

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"You need to relax."

"I am relaxed," you in fact were not. You're body was tense and your head was filled with thoughts. It was like a traffic jam up there, like the foot traffic at an intersection in downtown.

"You're clearly not fucking relaxed," he didn't know how to make you chill out. When he was pissed he'd just punch shit until he felt better but you... he didn't know what to do! He didn't know why he cared! Go fuck up your life no matter to him. Except- except that thought of your bruised knuckles, and your sad face in a little jail cell really broke him. He didn't know how to look at you without thinking of that helpless drunk. "You're even pacing with a scowl."

You snorted and then laughed. "You're eating with one."

He made you laugh, ok that was progress. "Not the point dumbass." He growled into his cup, eyes glaring at you over the rim. "Sit," he slammed down his cup. "Eat," he then gestured to the steaming plate across from him.

"I'm not hungry."

"You should still eat."

"I don't really eat in the mornings, I'm not usually up by this time."

The blonde sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Why did you have to be so difficult? Couldn't you just sit down, take breather. "Food is fuel."

"Bakugo-"

"Look if you're gonna fight at least don't fucking do it on an empty stomach."

You had stopped your pacing, for a second he had though he won. You looked up at him with those mousey eyes, damn did you know how to use them. It wasn't fair, you go and make this puppy dog face and he starts acting like the bitch on a leash. He'd sit and stay anything to get that laugh one more time. "You can't be here when Mina gets back."

"Who?" His mouth curled into a nasty snarl, cocking an eyebrow at you.

"My roommate I don't want her seeing you." You were in your room now, going through the bottom left drawer you hadn't touched since who knows when.

"Why?" He really wished you would just stay still, all this movement was putting him on edge. He kept thinking you'd start bouncing around the walls like those characters at the cinema.

"Because! I just you need to be gone before she gets back." Because if he's still here they'll both definitely convince you not to do what you're going to do. You've already made up you're mind you don't need them trying to persuade you.

"You embarrassed of me?" That was new. Who had ever been ashamed of being seen with Bakugo Katsuki, I mean he was practically a God. (Even if that made him Ares. He didn't care especially since you basically were Aphrodite.) You were wearing baggy black trousers now, sliding leather through the belt loops and tying it into a bow around your hips. Actually your entire outfit was black, the dress shirt you had tucked into the pants, the chelsea shoes you had laced tightly. You didn't look to bad in men's clothing, he missed that silk top though.

"No of course not," you smiled at him as you tied back your hair. You hated how you had put it in a bun the same way Toga had taught you too.

"Really? Because you seem embarrassed." He crossed his arms over his chest, which he had puffed out in an attempt to keep his pride from deflating. He was leaning near your front door which just so happened to be you're only door.

"Bakugo I-" you what? You liked him, but love? That was a little too soon wasn't it? Maybe you just have a trust thing. You brought your hand up to his face, "I know what I want to say I just don't know how too. When I'm ready I promise you'll hear it, until then though-" you kissed him. It was short and sweet and he wished you had given him more time to react. By the time his brain had processed it it was already over. He wanted to do it again, to grab at your hip and lower back, he wanted to do it better this time.

"Wait," his voice was rough. He was out of breath and the kiss wasn't even open mouthed. Your door knob wiggled then, keys jingling out in the hall. In stepped Mina followed by a man you hadn't really met yet. Well you'd seen him before but...

"Shit," you cursed.

"No way," Mina shouted.

"Bakubro," Kirishima was confused.

And Bakugo, "the fuck are you doing here?" He was confused too. So this was nice, in a way, you guessed. No actually, this wasn't nice at all, damn.