Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

81 - One Of Them

"What the hell are you talking about?" Izuku snapped, stepping out of reach when the officer went to grab him again.

"You violated the ban," the officer said firmly, gesturing for him to turn around with a pair of handcuffs.

"What ban?" he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at the officer.

"The one you violated when you entered Smary," the officer said, sounding annoyed while Izuku stood there trying to figure out how one second he was filling his plate with every chocolate treat known to man and the next, he was surrounded by police while Katsuki, his father and cousins were shoved down to the ground and handcuffed.

The odd part was that none of them had looked particularly surprised to find themselves on their knees with their hands handcuffed behind their backs.

"I'm not banned!" he once again pointed out with a glare that shifted on Katsuki, who was cuffed to his wheelchair and noticeably cringing as he did anything and everything to avoid making eye contact with Izuku, but Katsuki did manage to mutter an, "Oh, shit," and "fucking hell," every few seconds whenever someone mentioned "the ban."

"Are you Izuku Bakugo?" the officer in charge asked, cocking a brow in warning as though he expected him to lie.

Izuku opened his mouth to tell him no, but the guilty look on Hitoshi and Tenya's faces made him hesitate.

He looked down at the wedding band on his finger and then at the one on Katsuki's hand. With a groan, he closed his eyes and nodded, accepting the truth of the matter.

He was now one of them.

He was a Bakugo.

Which apparently was a crime in this state, he realized with a small groan as he put his arms behind his back and waited to be handcuffed.

"Don't. Even. Fucking. Think. Of. It," Katsuki snarled, yanking on his cuffed hands as the officer reached for Izuku.

Tenya, Hitoshi and Masaru, who was now his father-in-law it seemed, all glared at the officer, looking ready to get to their feet and rush the officer if needed.

When the officer caught their glares, he hesitated and even took a step back away from Izuku as all four men followed the movement with their eyes.

Wanting to get this over with without ending on the ten o'clock news, Izuku put his hands in front of him and held them out to the officer and waited.

With a nod of understanding and a nervous glance towards the four men watching his every move, the officer carefully handcuffed Izuku's hands together and gently placed his arm, leading him towards the exit where a curious crowd was waiting with their phones out, taking pictures and ensuring that he never forgot this trip.

"Are you okay, sir?" the officer asked with a kind smile as he walked beside Izuku.

"I'm fine," Izuku said with a small wince when over two-dozen cellphones went off, clicking lights in his face and making him realize that he had the start of what promised to be one hell of a headache.

"Just a small headache," he said, as he was escorted outside into the bright Smary sunlight.

"Don't worry. I'm sure that we can find you something at the station to help with that," the young officer promised.

Izuku opened his mouth to argue, to explain how he reacted to medication, but in the end, he simply mumbled a, "Thank you," and continued walking towards the police cruiser parked in front of them, too tired to argue right now when all he wanted to do was go to the police station, get processed and take a long nap on a lovely wooden bench that he would call all his own until he could make bail.