Blurred Lines | A Bakudeku/Dekubaku Story

Chapter 5

~Midoriya POV~

I lower my gun slightly, too stunned to think. Right below me, Bakugou was addressing the crowd, much to their dismay. 

"Fuck you all! I'm the youngest to ever achive this, I'm allowed to say whatever the fuck I want!" I hear him shout, booes resonating throughout the room. "FUCK OFF EXTRAS, OR I'LL KILL YOU ALL!"

The corner of my lips tugs up slightly. He's so hot with that attitude of his...

I shake my head, clearing my thoughts. C'mon, Izuku! You have a job to do!

I reraise the gun, pointing it straight at Bakugo's head. My index finger rests over the trigger, but I catch myself shaking a bit. Sweat cakes my forehead, and I gulp an unexpected build up of saliva. 

What's happening? I've never felt like this during an assignment before. I start to shake, and my heart rate skyrockets. 

Get a hold of yourself Izuku! You can do this! You've killed higher profile targets before! Get the job done! My finger shakes over the trigger, and my hand feels slippery on the handle of the gun. 

Bakugou continues to berate the crowd, now with a frighteningly thin individual beside him trying to calm him down. The yellow-haired accomplice, now recognisable as the retired number 1 All Might, has his hand on Bakugou's back, and is trying to tell him, albeit unsuccessfully, to calm down. 

"I AM NUMBER 1 AND YOU ALL BETTER ACCEPT THAT!" Bakugou growls at the crowd while All Might shows him to his seat. 

I follow Bakugou with the nozzle, until he flashes through my memory on the night at the casino. Wearing his tight formal wear and face slightly flushed from the alcohol, smiling down at me with an arrogant grin. 

I let out a shaky breath, tensing my forearm muscles, causing my scars to ripple. Kill him. Fire. Do it. 

Sweat drops fall on the metal below. The gun in my hand feels heavy. 

You CAN NOT fail father. He will punish you greatly, my conscious berates me. You know what happens when you miss a mark...

At that moment, time stops, and everything falls silent for me. I stare, eyes full on conflict, at the now seated yet agitated Bakugou below me. I watch his head turn up and to the side, right where I am situated. His eyebrows are furrowed in annoyance, but they quickly rise in shock. Bakugou's mouth, once upturned in disgust, opens slowly to match what his eyebrows were saying.

Despite my shadow quirk still being activated, I understand instantly that he knew I am here. 

Time unfreezes, sound floods my ears deafeningly, and I am face to face with the number 1 hero, Katsuki Bakugou.

~Bakugou POV~

I take my seat after much coaxing from Toshinori, still bristling with anger. How dare those extras say that I don't deserve number 1! I trained with blood, sweat, and tears to get to where I am now, and here they are, judging me from seats that I shouldn't be number 1! They can all go to hell!

I slump down in my chair, arms folded tightly against my chest. Beside me, Edge Shot scoots away from me by an inch, and I growl at him. Madam President was busy quelling the crowd's uproar.

"Alright, that's enough! The HPSC has decided to rank Dynamight as the number 1 due to his staggering achievements! He may not have the most desirable personality, but he can certainly stop a villain and save citizens damn well! The hero world hasn't seen such feats since All Might was in his prime! NOW SETTLE DOWN!"