Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

Chapter seventeen: The phone call

The two men were sweaty when they arrived back to their apartment, and although they'd rather not admit it they did have a kind of stench to them. "Shower, you fucking stink." Bakugo snarled as he shoved Kirishima in the direction of their shared bathroom.

"You don't have to be so blunt." Kiri whined as he took his shirt off and tossed it into his bin. When they first moved in they had shared one however quickly they learned their clothes would get mixed together and it wasn't all that fun to try and differentiate.

"Take a fucking shower," Bakugo shouted his teeth on full display. He took a rag out from his back pocket and wiped at the sweat trickling down his face. The phone rang then making the blonde irate. "What?" He barked into the line, part of him had hoped it'd be you but that number just felt so slim.

"Why hello to you to Dynamite," the voice was smooth.

Bakugo growled, "not my fucking name."

"Really 'cause that's what you registered at the fight club?"

"The hell do you need Hawks!?"

"Why so nippy, it's not like I'm ever mean to you."

"The fuck did you call for?" Bakugo spoke through gritted teeth, his knuckles whitening from his hold on the phone.

"Your girlfriend-"

"Not what she is."

"Really cause you've stayed at her place and her at yours." Truthfully Hawks was making the call from a phonebooth somewhere out of town. He liked being inconspicuous, liked the mystery of where he was going to call from next. Besides someone as good as him never left a trail.

"You watching me now?"

"Gotta make sure you aren't a dirty cop, don't take it so personally."

Bakugo growled.

"I'm glad I was keeping a watch on you though since you seemed to have fallen in love with that girl." Hawks laughed but it held no echo in the cramped space he was in. It was nothing but a hallow staticy sound that traveled through the phone and came out fuzzy on Bakugo's end. "I'm not sure if you should stay undercover anymore, I think I'm going to have to pull you out."

"Dammit I can do it!" The blonde brought his fist down on the table, shaking whatever sat on top.

"I don't think you can, I don't want you compromising the mission just because you can't keep it in your pants. It's ok though Kid I get it, you're still on the younger end of things."

"I never fucked her asshole." He growled under his breath. Fuck, he was so utterly fucked. What the hell was he going to do? "You can pull me, but no matter what Kirishima stays on the case."

"Mmm, I'm sorry but I don't think I can do that. Your partner isn't exactly innocent either he's been running around with that pink haired girl."

"So you've been keeping tabs on him too?!"

"Stop taking it personally, it really is just orders Bakugo. Look you're a smart kid, I'm telling you this because I don't want you fucking things up. Not for the justice system but for yourself. The girl's gonna screw you over-"

"She'd never do that too me."

"Maybe not on purpose but trust me she somehow will." Hawks sighed, the kid wasn't gonna take this next part very well. "You need to drop her kid. I know you're in that puppy dog phase and you'd give your life for her and whatever else but I'm asking you to make a selfish decision. You need to drop her, you don't wanna drag your name in the dirt for her."

"She's not a bad person." He thought of how helpless you looked that fist night, but then he remembered how deep your anger boiled. Then of course there was Mina whom he had only seen in passing but Kirishima liked her so that meant he did too. (Of course he'd never admit this out loud.) "Neither of them are."

"Look you're killing me here kid-"

"Then stop trying to convince me."

Hawks sighed, alright he was done. He tried that's what mattered, he could call it a night now. "You win kid, I'm done." He leaned his head against the cool glass of the phone booth, bringing two fingers up to his face to massage at his temple. He was getting a fucking migraine from all the thinking he was doing today.

"I get to keep my fucking job."

"No-" he sighed again. "Fine, fine, keep it. You're not gonna have it for long though, we really are gonna have to pull you out at some point. I hate to say it but Midoriya might just end up passing you up. You're doing well kid, you're great just... just don't ruin it for yourself." He grabbed at the hawk feather that dangled from his neck, it was such a vibrant color it almost seemed bright red. "Tell Kirishima I called, but don't bother that sport with all this shit."

Bakugo grinded his teeth together, "yes sir." He swallowed his venom, and all the other nasty things he so badly wanted to do. He was pissed all over again, he felt like putting another dent in his car, like punching a fucking hole in his wall. He wanted his fist to go right through to pull back and have his fist dusted with dry wall with nothing but a gaping hole you could look through. He couldn't do any of it, so instead he settled for slamming down the phone.

"Bakubro?"

Damnit! Damnit, damnit, damnit! "I can't fucking do this anymore damn it!" He punched the wall his knuckles leaving a dent.

"What happened?" His hair was dripping wet a towel wrapped around the bottom of the strands. Steam was still coming out from the bathroom hugging close to the floor. His eyes were large, waiting, attentive but certainly not ready.

Bakugo pulled back his fist and slammed it into the wall, again and again and again. Until it was chipping away, until the skin on both of his hands cracked. He couldn't feel the pain, it was too far, it was too deep. It wasn't skin, it wasn't this useless breaking flesh. The pain was beating in his heart, it spread throughout his soul. They were gonna have to replace this, to fix this little piece he had just destroyed. Right now he didn't care, he was blinded by rage, fogged by it. He couldn't fucking do this, he'd rather just fall apart, he felt like it was already happening.

"Bakugo?" Kirishima's voice sounded so far, he seemed miles away, more than just the next block over. "I got you, I think I know how to fix this." He turned the dial on the rotary phone just as thunder began to roar in the background.