Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

25 - Wooing Tinkerbelle

"Any luck?" Katsuki asked, biting back a smile as he watched Izuku try to pick the lock.

For a minute, he considered mentioning the set of keys collecting dust on his bureau that Tenya had left with him, just in case someone got locked out of their apartment, but decided against it when Tink started to mutter the cutest little threats of violence to his apartment door.

The way his ass swayed enticingly as he tried to pick the lock might have influenced his decision to stand there and keep his mouth shut.

"Are you sure that you don't know how to pick a lock?" Izuku asked, scrunching up his nose in concentration as he wiggled the paper clip he'd given him in the lock.

"Yes," he lied, watching as the boy's round bottom swayed back and forth... back and forth...

"This isn't working," Izuku grumbled sourly as he stood up and propped his hands on his hips, looking like a sexy little General.

"Do you want to try the phone again?" Katsuki asked since he knew that it wouldn't make a damn bit of difference.

For the night, Tinkerbelle was all his and he was going to use every minute of it to help convince Izuku to take a chance on him, despite the fact that he was an asshole that Izuku hates.

First though, he was going to have to sit back and wait for Tinkerbelle to come to the conclusion that there was nothing and no one coming to save him from his fate.

Izuku was HIS.

"No, I've already left everyone about a million messages. They'll call soon," the greenette said, folding his arms over his chest as he sent the front door a considering look.

"I'm sure you're right," he drawled, doing his best to keep a straight face.

Izuku's expression became determined as he turned to face him.

"I'm going to go see if I can get in through one of the windows," The boy said, nodding to himself as though the idea was solid as he turned right back around to do just that.

"That sounds like a good plan," Katsuki said, not bothering to point out that it was still downpouring or that his cousin had spared no expense to make sure that all the doors and windows in this building were made out of solid construction with theft deterrent locks that should be able to hold out one determined, sexy little librarian.

Turning his back on Izuku and going inside his own apartment felt wrong, but he forced himself to do it, knowing that it was the only way to get Izuku's undivided attention for the night.

If the small man thought for even one second that there was a possibility that he'd overlooked some other way to escape his fate, he'd be preoccupied for the rest of the night and that just wouldn't work for Katsuki.

He wanted Izuku's undivided attention tonight as he did what no other Bakugo had ever done before him, at least not on purpose.

He was going to woo Izuku.

*****

"Son of a bitch!"

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Izuku thought as he dropped his raised fist by his side and took a hesitant step back, away from Katsuki's door.

Perhaps he'd overlooked something? He wondered, glancing back at the front door as he contemplated the pros and cons of going back outside.

After a minute, Izuku came to the conclusion that standing outside in the middle of a thunderstorm probably wasn't the best idea.

That left him with two choices- sit in the hallway and catch a cold or ask Katsuki for help and a dry towel and risk losing what was left of his sanity.

"Oh, you son of a bitch!" came Katsuki's shout again, making the decision for him.

It took a minute, but he managed to find a rather comfy spot on the floor by his own door.

He drew his knees up to his chest, wrapped his trembling arms around them as he ignored the squishy sounds his clothes made against the rough carpet and tried to get comfortable as he closed his eyes.

It had been a long day, a very long day, and all he wanted to do was go inside his warm, dry apartment, soak in a hot bath, pull on his favorite t-shirt, watch a movie and get good and fat on a few pints of ice cream, but it didn't look as though that was going to happen any time soon.

So instead, he resigned himself to sitting there in the hall, wondering how this day could possibly get any worse.

His answer came from an unexpected source, letting him know that yes, yes his day could get much worse than being stranded with an incredibly sexy man.

A lot worse...

*****

Katsuki glared down at the burnt mess simmering in the kitchen sink, wondering exactly where he'd gone wrong.

"So much for a romantic dinner," he said, sighing in disgust as he returned to the refrigerator and grabbed a pound of butter and tossed it on the counter along with a loaf of bread.

"Grilled cheese it is then."

That was fine. He still had a few other cards up his sleeve. He walked into his living room and-

"Oh, shit!" he grabbed a throw pillow off the couch and proceeded to beat the flames licking at the curtains until he was left with a ruined curtain, pillow and enough damage to the wall to guarantee that he'd be spending the weekend and about five hundred and more yen fixing the wall, the molding around the window and possibly the window itself.

"Fucking great," he said, tossing the ruined pillow to the floor right beside the puddle of wax that marked the final resting place of his dreams for a romantic night.

This was a lot harder than he'd realized. Maybe he should just suck it up and take the easy way out with a nice restaurant and a-

"Please stop!" came a man's high-pitched scream.

Terror for Izuku had him jumping over the couch and across the room in seconds.

He tore the door open, ready to tear apart whoever was attacking Izuku, only to stop abruptly when he spotted the greenette sitting across from him, unharmed and looking torn between amusement and horror as he watched two of his cousins guaranteed their spot on another restaurant's banned list.

"Help me!" the man wearing a Domino's uniform screeched hysterically while his cousins stumbled over him while they tried to take each other down in a head lock.

Shaking his head in disgust, he walked down the hallway, grabbed the sobbing delivery man off the floor by the back of his shirt and shoved him towards the door while his cousins continued to fight over the stack of pizza boxes marked, The Monster.

Their food obsession was pathetic, he thought with a disgusted sigh as he reached down and picked up the stack of pizzas.

He walked back to his apartment, pausing only long enough to reach down and help his horrified neighbor to his feet and give him a gentle push towards his own apartment.

Once they were inside, Katsuki shut the door behind Izuku, dropped the pizza boxes on the coffee table and announced, "Dinner is served," with a satisfied sigh.