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---Bakugou's POV---
This fucking idiot! How did I lose her?! GODDAMNIT! I shoved past people as I continued to search for this little rat. Where the fuck could she have gone, and what caught her eye? I stopped as I looked over the crowds. Food. Fucking food. I barged past people slow dancing and conversing as I strode to the buffet table, my hands clenched into fists. What if someone took her? If they did, then that was quick. Nevertheless, I guess I got to go save her dumb ass.
I stopped at the table and looked at all the choices of food and drink. I picked up a whiskey bottle and scoffed.
"Weak shit..." I mutter, pouring myself a cup. It wasn't the best, but it would do.
"I know right! I don't understand." I perked up and glanced to my side to see Y/N and another male smiling at the other side of the table. I felt my cup crush in my grasp. I slammed it down, making the contents splash on the table. I glared at the back of her H/C head as I stomped towards them. The purple haired male noticed me before she did.
I clamped my hand on her shoulder and spun her around. She wore a confused expression, but it changed into a frown as she looked at me.
"Oh, hey Bak-"
"And where the fuck did you run off to?!" I whisper shouted, trying my best not to create a huge scene. No guarantees. She gave a small chuckle.
"Sorry about that. I saw food and my instincts sort of took over, y'know? But, on my way, I bumped into this guy." She took a step back, my hand released from her shoulder. She pointed to the smiling purple male, who didn't seem to know the fucking meaning of sleep apparently.
"Yo, this is Bakugou, and Bakugou this is a guy I met. He's my-"
"Boyfriend."
I felt my blood boil as he smiled as wide as a damn Cheshire cat. This. Little. Fuckin'... I was too busy glaring at the purple haired bitch to see Y/N shaking her hands violently.
"What?! Shut up! No, he's not my bo-"
I didn't get a chance to hear her out as I grabbed the purple male by the collar and lifted him closer to me. I felt his shit eating grin, and wanted to blow it off his face. I felt a hands grab my forearm, as well as fluffy ears brush the side off my face.
"Bakugou, I swear to fuck if you don't let him go, I'm going to punch your face so hard you'll have to brush your teeth out your ass." I dropped the purple bitch and glared at the H/C girl.
She was so damn cute when she was angry, I was almost willing to let that well formed insult slide. And the way she had her arms crossed and her porcelain like E/C glaring at me with such fire, I couldn't say I wasn't pleased. But she had thrown an insult at me like a boomerang. A damn good one at that. Purple bitch could wait, I have business to attend to.
I grabbed her wrist and led her to the stairs. I only made it up one step before my vision blacked out and I lost all feeling.
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I felt the grip on my hand loosen, allowing me to slowly pull away. I turned to see the purplette calmly walking towards me. Thankfully, the onlookers had walked away, finding more interest in anything else. I gave a sigh of relief as he stood in front of me.
"Thanks, you didn't need to piss him off so badly though." I grimace, looking up to the purple haired male. He gave a smirk.
"I couldn't resist it. I needed something mildly exciting to keep me going." He gave a yawn. "I'll release him, but please be careful. He doesn't seem to value you as a person." He muttered. I gave a sour laugh.
"Tell me about it. I was forced to be his date." I scoffed, crossing my arms. I heard him inhale sharply through his teeth.
"Ouch. I would rather die." He shook his head disapprovingly. I threw my hands up.
"That's what I chose!" I lower my hands and give a small smile. "You'd best walk far away before releasing him. He's probably going to be mad. Like, really fucking mad." He gave a nod and a wave as he strolled away, most likely back to the buffet table. I stood in front of Bakugou, watching his emotionless expression. I had to admit, he looked great when he wasn't about to murder someone.
He blinked his eyes and shook his head, tossing his ash blonde, spiky lockes from side to side. I gave a patient smile, hoping that he would forget the part when he was going to kill me. He glanced down at me and looked surprised.
"Doll? What happened?" He groaned. I raised my eyebrows, my mouth dropping a little. Did he really just call me 'doll'? He must be really out of it.
"Uh, you blacked out. Are you feeling okay?" I lied. He gave a small nod.
"I don't fucking remember anything after squaring up with that purple bitch." He whipped his head in the direction of the buffet. "Speakin' of which..." He turned and took a step before I grabbed his hand, tugging him backwards. He gave me a questionable look.
"Don't bother, he's long gone." I quickly say, hoping he's convinced. He gave a growl before sighing and looking back at me. He gave a smirk.
"Y'know, when you're not being a sarcastic bitch, you can throw some pretty decent insults there dollface." He snickered. I gave a satisfied smile at the male.
"Y'know, when you're not being a murderous asshole, you're not too bad to deal with, barbeque." I retorted, a pleased grin on my face. He looked at me with a murderous glint in his crimson eyes before it faded to mild disgust.
"Don't get fucking used to it." He huffed. I gave a simple nod before turning and walking towards the crowd, my bat ears twitching with all of the foreign chatter. I overheard a certain conversation, so I turned to my right to see it. I really wished I hadn't.
"Are you sure she's here?"
"Positive."
I felt my heart race as a head of red and white walked towards my direction, accompanied by deep purple.
