Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

The next move

"Fuck," Bakugo's fist came up to slam into the wall again.

"Stop that," your hand wraps around his wrist to prevent it. He looks at you, eyes narrowed into the slits of a carved dragon. You can see the smoke puffing out from his nostrils and unfurling. Wait a minute... smoke? "Katsuki calm down," you unfurl his fist. His palms are slick from sweat, and the smoke you had seen just a second again seemed to no longer exist. "Your sweating go take a shower."

"We're fucking leaving." He yanks his hand out from your grasp, accidently tripping you up so you stumble into his chest.

"Where?! Where the fuck are we going Katsuki, come on think clearly." You're side-stepping so that you can get in front of him, blocking him from his own room. He pushes up against you chest puffed out to bump yours. Kirishima's quick to rush over trying to prevent the blonde from bulldozing through you.

He places his hand firmly on your boyfriend's shoulder. "Come on man," Mina watches carefully from the background.

"What the hell is the matter with all of you, we can't fucking stay here." He barks, the veins in his neck bulging and pulsating with all the adrenaline in him. "She's pink," he points at Mina. "Your skin fucking turns to rock," he shoves Kiri off of him. "My hands were smoking a moment ago," his palms face up towards the ceiling before he wipes them against his pants. "And you," he's glaring at you. You're shaking. Fuck, did he scare you? Bakugo makes it so that his figure fills out the doorway, one arm up against the wood. "They're gonna take you away from me," his lips are at your ear, forehead resting on your shoulder.

"What?" Mina who had absolutely no knowledge on any of this. Kirishima turned to her quick, guilty despite him not knowing anything himself.

"Our boss called yesterday, told Bakubro he was pulling us out."

"Why?"

"Because we work at the club," you looked at her over your boyfriend's muscled shoulder. "The one they're supposed to be shutting down. By law they have to arrest us, our affairs compromise their job."

"These aren't affairs," both Mina and Bakugo snapped at you.

"It doesn't matter what it is, what matters is that we shouldn't be doing it."

"None of it will matter when we leave," he pushes past you.

"I'll have to stop at my place to get my things," Mina speaks to Kirishima.

"We're actually doing this," the red-head looks around anxiously.

"We're not doing anything," you reply.

"Stop fucking arguing with me, I've already made the decision."

"Who said you were in charge," you shouted at his hunched back. He was rooting through his drawers shoving things into his gym bag. Well he was until he stood up straight, looking past you and at Kirishima.

"Ten minutes," he slams the door behind you locking it. You try not to jump, when the swinging wood barely misses your back, the gust going through your clothes. "Who the fuck do you think you are yelling at me?" Dragon eyes, and a hand pushing back his hair.

"Stop acting tough, you're as scared as the rest of us. You're not fouling anyone Katsuki, and who the hell do you think you are ordering me around?" You put your hands on your hips. Ten minutes, that's all you've got. If he thinks you can work it out in that time... well you're gonna have to regardless of what either of you are thinking.

"We can't fucking stay," he tugs at his roots.

"I don't want to leave, I'm tired of running."

"Tired? You've only just fucking started. The cops, the thugs, and now the fucking hospitals, no where's safe."

"Then we'll change that. We can't let people dictate what moves we make, we can't let them decide how we feel." You placed your hand on his chest.

"Right now I'm scared.." He opens his mouth but the look you give him has him quickly shutting it. "I'm scared for you."

His brows furrow, "why?"

"Because, Katsuki, I love you. You all are having these crazy things happen to you and I'm just... here. I want to help, but I can't do that when you don't let me. We'll take care of it, of everything. You'll fix what's going on with the cops, tonight I'll pull us out of the burlesque-"

"I'm going with," he cut you off.

"Absolutely not."

"What about the speech you just fucking gave me, let me help."

"They'll pump lead into your brain, turn your blood to mercury."

"I don't give a shit."

"Ok well I do, I'm not risking your life." He grabbed your hand bring it up to his lips so that he could kiss your fingers. His other hand found your hip, squishing whatever meat was there. "Katsuki-"

"I know."

"But-"

"Can you just shut up," he sighs against your palm. "Sorry," he mumbles, "head hurts."

"That's cause you're not ok, you should rest."

He kisses your wrist, then places your hand on his shoulder. The rough pads of his fingers glide down your arm to your collarbone where he gently skims over the space. Your hips press into his, and his fingers carefully wrap around your throat. He doesn't squeeze, they just rest there. "One question," you whisper.

"Mm-uh," he grumbles. His nose bumps against yours, smooshing your faces together oddly.

"Please," your noses bumped together again, falling into a familiar shape.

"Please," he repeats biting at your lower lip.

"Kat," its breathy. Lips press together that familiar lighting strike flowing through you in currents. You fear the world may have fallen apart this time, fear that this electricity is a deadly side effect. But when he pulls back and then moves back in you quickly learn that these waves are all him. This is just how it feels to kiss Katsuki Bakugo, it's like being struck like lighting.