Blurred Lines | A Bakudeku/Dekubaku Story

Chapter 7

~Bakugou POV~

What was Midoriya doing at the conference? Why did have a gun, and was so fast to run away!? Gah, that prick is all I can think about!

I sat at the dining room table. The clock ticked obnoxiously behind me, the only thing that filled the silence. Toshinori had left a few minutes ago, after we both came to dead ends. 

I'm gonna find him. I'm gonna find him, and make him give me answers! I think loudly to myself, determined. I wasn't an idiot. If that prick was there on an assassination mission, he could've taken out several pro heroes before I'd even noticed he was there. But if were placed at the event as secret security, due to the overwhelming number of high profile people, then why run away when I found him? 

This case was going to send me crazy. No definitive answer could be found from Midoriya's actions. It also didn't help that Half'n'half fought so defensively, as if killing me wasn't their goal. Then that would back the assassination theory. 

Every idea that Toshinori and I had thought of, showed to have too many holes, so in the end, we decided to put the investigation on pause. 

I need to contact Midoriya. Maybe asking him myself will solve the whole thing. Finding a solid lead will be too difficult, I analyse. Only problem was, actually finding Midoriya. The night at the casino, we hadn't exchanged numbers, so there was no easy way I could contact him. 

I think back to the events of the night, for anything that could lead me to him. 

The cute freckles on his face, the way the suit hugged his fit figure, the intensity of his twinkling jade eyes... I shake my head, ridding the thoughts. I scowl, frustrated with myself. Stay focused!

Then, it hits me. The bartender. I could return to the casino and ask if Midoriya was a regular, and what nights he typically comes in. Then I could find and approach him.

I hurry out the door, locking it behind myself. I wrench the driver seat door open, hastily getting in and starting the car. My heart was beating fast, though I don't understand why. Izuku's confident tipsy face flashes through my mind. The thought of seeing him soon brings about an emotion I'm fairly unfamiliar with: nervousness.

"Tch, why would I be nervous to see that idiot?" I say to myself as I rip down the street, speeding towards the casino. 

Before long, I pull in at the front of the building. I hand my keys over to the valet, who greets me.

"Ahh, Master Dynamight. Good to see your return, and congratulations on number 1. Have a great time at the casino," he politely says, and I enter the building. 

Though I've been before, it was still not enough to get me used to the intense amount of bright lights that assaulted my eyes. The amount of gold plastered on everything was tacky.

I beeline for the bar, and sigh in relief when I spot the same guy who served me last time. Thankfully, the casino was quiet, as it was only late afternoon and soon after opening. I was able to get the bartender's attention straight away.

"Hello, Master Dynamight! Congratulations on number 1, care for some fireball? On the house!" He cheerfully greets me. I cut straight to the point. 

"You remember that guy that approached me the other night? The one with the green hair? Is he a regular?" I ask, staring intently at the bartender. 

"Oh, you mean Master Midoriya? Unfortunately, he is not a regular, that was the first time I've seen him in person," the bartender replies, wiping an empty glass dry in his hands. I scowl.