Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

Bang

It must have only been about five minutes, however he had gotten worried. He tried carrying a tune, humming to himself while tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. It didn't really work for him though, besides that was always Kirishima's thing. With no clock to tell the passing of time (and him having left his watch at home) he found himself trying to count the passing seconds. It didn't work though. His body felt like it was overheating which was irritating to no extent and his sweaty hands kept pissing him off. Quickly the counting changed to grumbling under his breath. First it was quite curse words to himself about all the sweat and heat, then it was worry over you. Before he knew it he was having imaginary arguments out loud in the car, and playing out entire brawls in his mind.

This was how he ended up at the club. Well that and the lack of a guard at the door which was all too risky for a shady place like this. His hands were so hot they melted the handle, accidently allowing him to sneak in. Was it concerning? Yes, of course. Did he care? A little, however you were more important. He wasn't sure why, but he felt like he had to get to you. He snorted to himself as he walked down the hall. He could hear you preaching about it being anxiety and him wound up too tight. When he blinked he could see your sad, worried expression. He could feel you holding him by the wrist as you checked his hands. Maybe he 'otta tell you about this.

The space was loud and dim. A man with twice the muscle but half the height was up on stage. He bellowed loudly but seemed to be having a stuttering issue. Not only that but it seemed like he couldn't hold eye contact with the crowd for too long. "Introducing the famous song bird our club has so fortunately been blessed with," he took a deep breath. His hands were shaky, and he kept fidgeting with the pockets in his trousers. "Performing their last performance ever, give it up for-" He gestured broadly, his arm not nearly as stiff as it needed to be. A hand came out from the curtain and pulled him off stage.

To Katsuki's surprise there you were. It was like he was seeing you for the first time all over again. He slid into the same booth deep in a back corner of the club, placed his elbows on the table leaned in and caressed the knuckles on his fist. In a moment your eyes will catch his, and the world will spin in reverse, back to day one.

The lights burn into your retinas, yet another stinging pain in your life. Truthfully you were just gonna sing another bullshit song, erotic and written by someone else. But then you got to thinking about all the other stinging pains in your life. The thugs, the cops, and now you'd need another job. Mina might never be able to return to her normal life.

"Mommy and Daddy owed a lot of money, thought life was in gold but it was only honey." There they were again, those faces in the smoke. Eyes that undressed and smiles from something that should never bring a man that kind of joy. "Took them to the back," you made gun fingers with your hand, pressing them to your temple. "Bullet to the brain, yeah, that was that." You pulled the hand back, tilting your head to simulate the scene. "Come now little bird," using a lower tone you switched to speaking. "We like to play with our prey." You brought your hands together in front of your chest, "pray that we let you go one day."

"I broke from the cage," one hand flailed out gesturing to the ceiling. "But brought my chains with me here," each word had it's own note. "He said come little song bird and have no fear," you then sang with lots of baritone. Somehow this burlesque had changed to some kind of musical. "But truthfully I wasn't happy here."

Your eyes caught his.

It was about fucking time. I mean he had only been staring at you.

You lost your breath, having to look away in order to remember what was going on. Why were you on stage again? What were you singing about? What were you gonna say next?

"Met a man who was dear, and made me cry not a single tear. But if I keep my love I must loose my voice and for you I'd do it all. I'd give my freedom, my stardom, my kingdom, I'll gladly take the fall."

He saw it. You couldn't see it but he certainly could. A gun. The gleaming mouth of a metal gun, when that was sure to blow and make a bang. He could so the muzzle pointed at you swaying along with the movements of your hips. It was some sick dance. One that twisted his stomach, that made him jump to his seat. He was pushing past waitresses and doing his best not to slam into tables. He had to get to you on time. He had to get to you.

But who the hell would want to shoot you?

There were too many people on you guys right now, he'd have to take a lucky guess. No matter, they weren't getting away. He slammed into barrels filled to the brim, and wood crates with bottle after bottle. He rounded the stairs, holding onto the poster in order to launch himself forward. Katsuki leapt over the stares, his large hand reached for the gun...

You figured you could just work for Hawks. He gave you his card, you could give him a call. You didn't hate him, that was good enough. Maybe you'd ask Katsuki to see what he'd think.

"For you dear, I'd take the fall."

Bang.