devoted || ᵐᵃᶠᶦᵃᵎᵇⁿʰᵃ

seeing double

I quietly opened the door and snuck inside, slowly turning the door handle. Once it was closed fully, I locked it and placed my forehead against the door. Letting out a sigh, I lifted myself from the wood and turned slowly, letting a long groan escape. I fixated my eyes and gave a frown as I looked ahead.

"Would've been nice to know you were there." I stared at a smug smile and cloudy grey eyes. Kishi pushed himself from the couch and crossed his arms.

"And ruin the surprise? I think not, thot." He smirked, raising a hand to point to the kitchen. "Believe it or not, I saved you some panca-"

"MOVE IT OR LOSE IT!" I cut him off by dashing past and making a break for the kitchen. My delicious treats shall wait no longer, for I have come to reclaim my maple syrup crown.

***

The sound of my wheels drumming on the tarmac was deafening as I rode towards my place of work. I felt drained as soon as I saw it, inching closer and closer every millisecond. Sighing, I hopped off my board and flicked it up, holding it tightly in my hand.

I opened the back door and slithered in, walking towards the employee lockers. I sighed as I replaced the skateboard in my hand for a bag with my uniform in it. With a shrug and a deep seeded annoyance for anything and everything, I proceeded to the women's bathroom to get changed.

I walked through the door and raised an eyebrow. The mirror was still cracked from Bakugou's little episode, but there were more things. There was two large burn marks on the wall, with faint handprints inside them, as well as a sink cracked. I bit my lip as I studied the damage.

'Jeez, didn't need to make the place look like a riot just happened. The place was already a death pit, but now it's even more of a rotting hell.'

Sliding out, I fixed my purple fedora, making sure to tuck any fur away. I snapped my eyes up to survey the room. A performance was happening on the stage, three young musicians all played third instruments with smiles. The trumpet, the trombone and a bass. I always wanted to play the trombone, it seemed fun.

With a whistle and a clank of glasses, I walked over to a group and immediately started to fill their drinks up.

***

"And then... I shh.. shh-wung at him, like pow! Broke tha' dudes nose, hah." A blonde man babbled, drunk out of his mind and stacking his shot glasses. I tended to other patrons, but listened into him, a small smile on my face. I walked back to refill a glass, which thr dispenser happened to be right in front of him.

"Oh yeah? And then what happened?" I inquire, light amusement in my tone. He held a finger to his chin as he slumped down, hitting the table hard. Also making his small shot tower collapse for about the seventh time.

"Well, I got out my ol' gun and tried shootin' him. It... uh, didn't do the do thing. I fired, and then I missed. So I fired again, and then I missed." He started to mumble the same thing over and over again, all while sloppily stacking his shot glasses up again and again.

I gave a chuckle as I returned, easily hearing his story from across the bar. He seemed so oblivious to the outside world while he fidgeted with his glasses. I leaned against the table and frowned.

"Kaminari, you should probably think about going home. Or wherever you go." I mutter, helping him stack small tower. He gave a rough shake of his head while he pouted.

"Nerh... No! I wanna stay here with you." He stuttered, the alcohol truly getting to him.

"I told you seven shots wouldn't be good for you." I mutter, frowning at his childish display. He let out a string of giggles, cutting out his incoherent babbles.

"Did you know, that you're super duper cute? And that you need love, and kisses and that you should totally give me attention." He wagged a finger, a goofy smile plastered to his lips. "I could, make happy you. You feel me? 'Cause I just wanna snuggle up to your ears, y'know, 'cause their fluffy as hell." He grinned, poking and prodding at the glass tower.

A small blush spread across my face as I swiped the glasses from him and placed them on my side of the counter.

"Remind me to never let you have alcohol again..." I mumble tiredly. A high pitched squeal made me look back up. He hand his hands in a thumbs up expression while he had a dumb struck look on his face. Honorable mentions go to his drool stream. I let out a long sigh.

"Goddamnit, you shock box." I walked around the bar and grabbed one of his hands, leading himbehind the corner and through the saloon type doors. Thankfully, there wasn't many people at the bar, or he would've surely been teased or hurt. I let him sit in the break room while I went back to finish my shift, which was only ten minutes away.

***

"God fucking damnit." I seethed, biting down on my tongue. This man. This freaking man is going to make me lose my marbles. Twice he's slipped out of my grip, and twice he's faceplanted. I sighed, wiping his drool away with the bottom of my hoodie.

"Whey..!" He giggled, thumbs up. I rolled my eyes while giving a small smile.

"Hold on there dumb thunder, we're almost there." And indeed we were. Just up ahead was the skyscraper that held one of the world's most dangerous criminal.

*cough* spiky ball of anger issues *cough cough*

With a huff, I shoved Kaminari into the elevator, the male unsteady on his feet. I gave a small grin as I pressed the button and stood outside the elevator doors. The bright blonde was swaying from side to side, a long string of drool down his chin.

"Good luck Sparky, hope you get up there safely." I gave a small wave, then shoved my hand back in my pocket.

"Whey..?" He blinked, mouth still open. I gave a sigh.

"See you soon, okay?" As the elevator doors started to shut, I turned my back and was about to start walking when something grabbed my hood. I shrieked as I toppled backwards, into the elevator. I groaned, rubbing my head. I felt something wet fall on my face. I opened my eyes to see Kaminari standing over me.

"Whey!" He cheered, still with his thumbs out. I stood and used my sleeve to rub the drool off my cheek. I looked at the doors to see them close, and the number above starting to rise. A heavy sigh left my lips.

"Great..."