Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

Shells

Bakugo tumbled forward tackling the man and taking the drapes down with him. Your eyes shifted from the scattering crowd to the velvet that was moments from blinding you. "Katsuki?" He was wrestling with the man in the cheap green suit, smoke emitting from where he clutched at the lapels. You flinched when his eyes met yours.

His head was pounding and all he could hear was the blood rushing through his body. He was trembling from how hard it was to restrain himself, and his eyes... pure wrath. He was incensed, enraged, you could see the need for blood, for merciless revenge. He was still there though, some part of his brain was still intact and thinking. He wasn't all gone, wasn't all consumed.

He noticed how you flinched, could only smell the smoke coming from the suit and filling his nose. Like him you were shaky, only this was for an entirely different reason. It shattered his resolve, he'd let the bastard get away so long as he gets to hold you. He glared back down at the man, gnashing his teeth and snarling at him. His gaze softened when it fixated on you, "I'm right here princess." He was, tunnel vision and foggy brain he was still there. "I need you to do me a favor though love," he was speaking to you like he had been trained too. The academy taught him how to deal with situations like this, he might have failed once or twice, but shit he seemed to be acing it right now. It didn't have anything to do with his training though, this was purely because it was you.

"Do me a favor love," your boss mocked, shrieking in an awful pitch before snickering. More smoke emitted from Katsuki's hands, the thick clouds were a nasty shade of black.

"Shut the fuck up, or your face is gonna be the next thing smoking!" The blonde raised his hand and was shocked to find sparks popping from his palm. It was like someone had lit a sparkler, his palm crackled and burst continuously like a fountain.

The man's eyes widened fear then shifted into something much more malicious. "You're a freak," he laughed, "you're a fucking freak. Wait until the people hear about this," he was gradually picking up in volume. "The government turning cops into fucking super soldiers. Just here to shoot us all down!"

"Place is empty dumbass, nobody can hear you." Bakugo's head whipped back around to you, his pupils expanding the moment they land on your face. "Reach into my pocket, there's a business card, run and call that number."

"Ok," you nod though you still aren't truly there. Your body is in this moment, it's begging to leave, however your mind fled the moment it felt it was in danger. You were clutching tightly to your wooden bedframe, breathing in all the dust under your mattress. You were so small, you felt so small.

You crouched down to the stage, leaning forward and reaching into your boyfriend's jacket pocket. It wasn't hard to find, he didn't really carry anything on him. "The second number on the card," Bakugo huffed. It was a sleek card, you liked how smooth it felt in your hand, corners so sharp they'd cut skin. Black with shiny silver words, had to be customized didn't seem like the average PD card. You slid it back and fourth between your fingers while you exited through back stage. You were so shaky just a minute ago, however now you glided with every step. The dissociative disorder was really starting to kick in. In your mind's eye there was a much smaller version of you currently turning down the hall. Though frightened she chose to be brave.

You mindlessly spun the dial, rotating to the numbers inked out on the card. You bit your tongue anxiously waiting for the ringing to stop and the line to pick up. "Hello," gravelly, groggy, familiar.

You didn't know what to say, Katsuki hadn't given you any further orders. "I-I've been told to call you." You flipped the card over in search of the name located above the number.

"By who," suspicious, that could only be fair.

"Bakugo Katsuki, we're located in an underground burlesque he's requesting you send officers in."

"Mmm," the man on the other side hummed. "And who are you?"

You found the name, and it gave you pause. "His girlfriend. Hawks, we've met before."

"Sometimes you find that fate is just planned coincidence, it was a pleasure speaking to you again." The tone rang out sure and true, he had hung up on you.

He had never dispatched Bakugo in that location yet all that spying he did on the two of you gave him plenty of information. Suddenly he was glad he had given the young officer zero privacy. And you, you were just a small flightless bird when he had first met you. You don't remember that though, it had been far too long ago. A pity really. The song bird breaks free of her cage and migrates, with your dew feathers fluffing away you were become a beautiful being. Hawks was going to miss his little kiwi bird, waddling around like a clumsy penguin, but perhaps it was time the ugly duckling became a swan.