Blurred Lines | A Bakudeku/Dekubaku Story

Chapter 2

~Bakugou POV~

Toshinori and I decide to take our celebrations to the casino. We were both ecstatic at the announcement of my rank, and what better way to express the excitement than with drinks and light gambling?

Taking Toshinori's car, we speed to the most popular casino in the city, the Golden Dragon. On the way, we brainstorm things that I'm going to say in my interview with the press after they make the announcement of my ranking as number 1.

"How about this: I'm the youngest ever to achieve such a milestone, so you villains out there better look out, for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight is gonna kick your asses!" I say to Toshinori, gesturing my hands as if addressing a crowd.

Toshinori laughs beside me, taking a left turn. We pass brightly lit buildings, the sky quickly darkening.

"It definitely reflects your brand, young Bakugou. I think you'll crush the interview," Toshinori supports me.

We continue driving, and I feel like I'm on top of the world.

After a few more minutes, Toshinori pulls in front of the Golden Dragon, and we both pile out of the vehicle. The frail man chucks his keys to the valet, and we stroll through the front doors.

My eyes are instantly assaulted by the sheer amount of light within the building. Obnoxious sound effects of bells and coins dropping omit from the poker machines to my right, while gamblers cheer and cry at their wins and losses, respectively.

I'm overwhelmed by the sheer amount of gold that plastered everything, including the massive statue of a dragon hanging above our heads. I guess they weren't being metaphorical to the naming of this place.

Everything is so bright, it is difficult to collect my thoughts and decide what I want to do.

Toshinori taps my shoulder, gesturing towards the bar that was situated to my left. It stretched along the entire left wall of the building, several sweaty bartenders struggling to keep up with the wave of people that kept ordering drinks.

"Can't be gambling without the drinks first," Toshinori raises a thumbs-up at me, and we walk to the bar.

Surprisingly, it didn't take long to be served, and I get myself three shots of fireball. The bartender recognises me, eagerly nodding and racing to get my drinks.

"This one is on the house, Dynamight," he says, pouring out three shots before me in quick succession. I thank him and down the first shot, growling at the burn of the cinnamon spirit against my throat.

"Aren't you tough shit," a person beside me comments, grabbing their drink from the bartender. They're wearing a black button-up shirt with a dark red vest patterned with roses over it, a dark red tie knotted poorly so that it finishes before the vest meets just below his chest. Long black dress pants end with pointed leather shoes, complimenting the black cloth gloves they wore. Long scars run horizontally along their bare forearms.

I am about to tell the person beside me to piss off, but my breath hitches in my throat. Adorning their head was a bundle of dark forest-green curls. It matches their eyes, playful and glowing green. A light amount of freckles dot their cheeks, protruding slightly from the assailant's cocky grin.

Woah, he's cute and hot at the same time, I think to myself, staring up and down his figure.

"Cat got your tongue?" He asks sassily, before giving off a small laugh and disappearing into the crowd.

Toshinori comes up behind me, staring in the same direction as I was.

"Who was that?" He asks, turning his head to look at me.