In The Spotlight [Indefinite Hiatus]

Chapter 4

Bakugou's POV
It was finally the weekend. Did I want to go to the movies? Definitely. Did I want to go now? At 1:47pm? No. Fuck. No.

Let me tell you a little secret. Celebrities enjoy their private time. We like to have our moments to ourselves or with friends and family. How the hell am I supposed to do that if we're going out in broad daylight?

Why are you going so early in the first place you ask? Well, I have a simple answer to your simple question. The other three imbeciles are too PUSSY to go at fucking night! Then why are we still seeing a scary movie? Because they are literal fucking idiots.

We were at the theater and right when I walked through the entrance there were already people surrounding us. By 'us' I mean me, but the others kind of work as body guards in a way when I don't have any available.

They formed a triangular shape around me as waves of fans were trying to shove themselves and their phones in my face.

"Back up!" Raccoon Eyes barked with a glare in her eyes.

"Guys, we just wanted to watch a movie! Leave him alone!" Dunce Face piped.

"Please, just calm down!" Tape Dispenser tried pleading with a few fans, but they only ignored him and kept shoving their way closer. I hated this. The big crowds and constant flashing of camera lights.

"I love you Ground Zero!" A fan shouted.

"Marry me!"

"I'm your biggest fan!"

"Can you sign my arm?"

"Why haven't you answered any of my dm's?"

"Oh my god, I can't believe it's really you!"

"I love your work bro!"

"Can I get a picture?"

I gritted my teeth as I was trying to keep my composure. I breathed in and out deeply while making an attempt to count to ten in my head. Let's just say that it wasn't fucking working.

I can't yell at them... they're my fans. But I need some fucking space. There's too many. This isn't like the other times. Why are there so many people at the fucking movie theater? This is too much. I need air. I can't breathe. Fuck. I'm freaking out. Shit. What the fuck am I supposed to do? I need help, but my mouth won't open. My ears started ringing, my breathing picking up its pace. I want to hide. I need more air. It's getting harder to breathe. I feel like I'm suffocating. Please. Someone. Anyone. Help me.

"HEY, ZERO!" I heard a voice call out to me. I turn to look in the direction it was coming from to see the cashier from last night. "Over here! Hurry!" I didn't hesitate.

I grabbed onto Tape Dispenser's arm and pushed him towards the red head, using him as a shield. I felt two hands get placed on my back. I turned my head to see Dunce Face and Raccoon Eyes keeping fans from getting to me.

The cashier was holding a back door open to what I'm guessing was an employee lounge area. The four of us made a run for it.

We rushed inside the room. I heard a loud slam from behind me and turned around to see that the cashier had shut the door and was now barricading it with a decent sized table and a little help from Tape Dispenser.

"Oh... my gosh... thank... you!" Raccoon Eyes gasped in between breathes.

"Don't mention it! I'm happy to help," he said with a toothy smile. I like his voice. And his smile... and his face. Everything about him is all fucking cheery and shit. He's like a big ball of goddamn sunshine.