Blurred Lines | A Bakudeku/Dekubaku Story

Chapter 8

~Midoriya POV~

When I received the call from the Golden Dragon that a pro hero was requesting to see me, I instantly knew it was Bakugou. Knowing this, my heart skipped a beat, and my face flushes a faint red. 

Of course he would seek you out! Dynamight is a relentless hero, stopping at nothing until he gets what he wants! I argue to myself, starting to sweat. He's definitely asking for you to find out what happened this morning, so I better start thinking up a good excuse. 

I grab a chunky set of keys from my draw, making my way to the nearest shadow. However, my step falters, and a thought crosses my mind. 

Would father be alright with me going to the Golden Dragon again?  I hesitate, frozen mid-step. Wait, this could be the perfect opportunity to kill him...

I turn around, reaching underneath my bed. I pull out the same pistol that I had held this morning, still loaded with 0.2mm bullets. I toss it over my left shoulder, storing it with my quirk. 

Father will be very pleased to find out I killed the number 1 hero so soon, I think, standing back up and resuming my journey to the shadows in the corner of my room. I dip a foot into the gloom, and it sinks in. I then picture the inside of the Golden Dragon in my head.

I allow the rest of my body to sink in, and in an instant, I find myself amongst the obnoxious lighting of the Golden Dragon's poker machine section. An old lady playing one of the machines beside me pays no attention, continuing her sad spamming of the play button. 

"This is a no smoking area, you old piece of shit!" 

I recognise the voice ahead of me, following its sound with my eyes. Sure enough, Bakugo stands a few metres away, shouting at an old man. His wear is very casual, different from the skin-tight black suit with an orange 'X' on the front that I was expecting him to have on. Instead, he has a plain black tanktop on with loosely fitting cargo pants, short in length. The outfit shows off his toned arms and legs, and I quickly feel my face heat up.

I shake my head vigorously, taking a deep breath and approaching the hot-headed blond. I should probably tell him not to aggravate the customers, this is still All for One's business.

"Please don't treat our guests that way, Bakugou," I start, stopping the spiky-haired individual mid-insult. 

He glances over to me, looking offended that I'd stopped his tirade. I ask the old man to leave, and thankfully, he does so without the trouble. I was getting worried that Bakugou would kill him if he'd stayed any longer. 

Bakugou grumbles something about the old guy under his breath, and I couldn't help but giggle. His grumpy face was too cute, and what's even cuter is the blush covering his cheeks after hearing my laugh. 

"What can I do for you, Dynamight?" I ask him, and the aggressive blond cuts straight to the point. 

"It's about this morning."

I figured he would be quick to get down to business. "Would you like to go somewhere more private then?" I propose, and he nods in reply. 

With that, I lead Bakugou to the back of the casino, unlocking an exit door and leading him into a long corridor. The thought of killing him crosses my mind, my father's unpleasant face looking down on me. This could be the perfect opportunity...

We walk in silence, until I lead him far away enough from the public and into a meeting room that hasn't been used in years. Thankfully, it was still in pretty good shape, not a dust bomb like I was expecting. 

I gesture for Bakugou to take a seat, and the temptation to pull out the gun and shoot him in the back right here and now is tempting. So tempting, that I don't immediately find my seat across from Bakugou. All for One whispers in my ear; Do it. Kill him, and I'll be proud.