"You're banned!" the manager yelled, taking Katsuki by surprise, not because he'd never heard those words screamed before- he was a Bakugo after all- but because of who the manager of the paint ball facility was screaming at.
"Are you kidding me?" his little Tinkerbelle demanded, wiggling wildly over his shoulder to get free. "You're seriously going to ban me because a few wimps complained?"
"You made over twenty men cry!" the manager shouted, gesturing wildly towards the group of men standing by the first aid station, bitching and whining about their injuries and the fact that his little Tinkerbelle had ignored their surrender and kept shooting.
Damn, Katsuki was proud.
"If they couldn't handle it, then they shouldn't have walked through those gates!" his little warrior shouted, making him smile and the manager's jaw drop in astonishment.
"Get out!" the manager yelled once he'd managed to get over his shock.
Katsuki considered arguing with the manager, but he knew that look well enough to know that the man was less than thirty seconds from running for his life and calling the cops.
Since he didn't feel like wasting part of his date dealing with the authorities, he tightened his arms around Tinkerbelle's legs and walked away, grinning hugely when his little warrior started insulting all the men jumping out of their way.
*****
"Are you actually pouting?"
"No," Izuku mumbled, folding his arms over his chest as he glared ahead.
He wasn't pouting. He was justifiably pissed.
"The ban isn't going on your permanent record so I wouldn't worry about it," Katsuki explained as he took a turn on another street.
"I'm not worried about it," he mumbled, glaring straight ahead.
"Then why are you upset?" Katsuki asked, sounding amused.
"Because I should have won," he grumbled, contemplating going back there to prove it.
"You did," Katsuki said smoothly, obviously trying to appease Izuku's bloodthirsty needs that had been awaken by a gun and a set of paintballs.
"Then why did they end the hunt?" he demanded, looking over to find the man grinning hugely. "This isn't funny!"
"No, no, of course it's not," Katsuki said, biting back his smile, but Izuku didn't miss how his damn lips twitched with amusement.
"Where are we going?" he asked, changing the subject before he did something stupid like pout, for real, this time.
"I thought we'd grab lunch before the movie," Katsuki said, pulling into the parking lot of a fifties era diner.
"We're seeing a movie?" he asked, suddenly perking up, not only because it had been a while since he'd been to the movies, or could afford to, but because he'd thought after his... umm, little meltdown, that Katsuki would want to end things early.
Most guys that he'd gone out with would have ditched him by now. Even Shindo would have dropped him off at his house, shaken his head in disbelief and walked off.
"Your choice," Katsuki said, shooting him that grin that did funny things to him and a wink.
"That sounds nice," he said, trying to bite back a smile, failing and not really caring all that much for one simple reason.
He was on a date, a real date.
Not that he'd never gone out with a man before, obviously he had, but he'd never been treated like a real date before.
Katsuki wasn't treating him with indifference, constantly checking the time, or even checking out the really beautiful woman walking infront of the truck.
Instead, all of the man's attention was on him and it was nice.
Before Izuku could open his door, Katsuki was there, opening it for him and helping him out of the truck. The man took his hand into his and together, they walked towards the diner that was giving off the most delicious aroma.
He hadn't realized just how hungry he was until that moment, which of course made sense since he'd spent the last three hours building an appetite by hunting down a bunch of big babies in the woods.
"Welcome to Lunch Rush. How can I- " the hostess started to say with a big smile as they walked through the door only to let her words trail off with a frown when her gaze landed on Katsuki.
"We'd like a table for two," Katsuki said, seemingly oblivious of the waitress' weird greeting.
"Umm," the waitress mumbled, licking her lips nervously as she stepped away from her station, "I-I'll go see if we have any tables available."
"It smells good in here," Katsuki said, drawing Izuku's attention back up to him.
"It really does," he murmured with a frown as he watched the hostess run across the diner, around tables and finally slam through the kitchen's swinging double doors.
"Is something going on?" he asked, returning his attention to Katsuki to find him gazing around the diner, looking innocent... a little too innocent.
"He's one of them!" somebody suddenly shouted.
"I'm not going out there!"
"Neither am I!"
"Oh my gosh!" another scream came from the vicinity of the kitchen. "You promised us that they were never coming back!"
"He's a Bakugo!"
"Oh... shit," the softly muttered oath drew Izuku's attention back to Katsuki to find him shaking his head in disgust as he pulled out his phone.
"What is going on?" he asked, ending on a gasp when Katsuki suddenly yanked him back and out of the way as several women wearing matching uniforms suddenly came charging towards them.
The panicked staff kept as far away from them as possible as they shoved each other out of the way in attempt to get through the door first.
"I'm not serving him!" a short elderly woman with curly gray hair yelled, grabbing a redhead by her ponytail and yanking her out of the way.
"Why don't we go somewhere else? This place looks busy," Katsuki said as Izuku watched several more women and two men join the group desperately trying to escape the otherwise peaceful diner.
"How about the burger joint across the street," he suggested absently, unable to look away as the little old lady reached up and grabbed another woman by the back of shirt and yanked her out of the way.
Katsuki cleared his throat. "That might not be a good idea."
"What might be a bad idea?" Izuku asked, wincing in sympathy when the old lady kicked out one of the waitress' legs.
"Going to the burger joint across the street."
"Why's that?" he asked, watching as the little old lady managed to slam an elbow into the cook's stomach and shoved her way to freedom.
Sighing heavily, Katsuki said, "Because I'm banned."
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Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)
أدب الهواةIzuku Midoriya needed to man up. He needed to man up and ask for help. But equipped with shame and pride, he refused to seek any form of support, not even from his own father. He's okay and he's getting by. Well, he really hope so, as he continue t...
