From the Ground Up: Kacchako

Chapter 26: yes

Lmao I really flipped your shit didn't I? Don't worry it'll make sense...I hope. Backstory will come soon. :)

One week later:
"you-"
Bang!
"Are-"
Bang!
"Under-"
Bang!
"arrest!"
BANG! He stuck his arm through the hole in the glass he made and gripped the front of the villains shirt, yanking him forward.
"Pull the truck over!"
The driver didn't listen. Katsuki snarled and shook the villain.
"I said pull the fuckin truck over right fuckin now!"
He leaned down over the windscreen and started yelling at the other criminal.
"You owe me a new car- It better be a fucking Expensive one you Bitch!"

He let go of the villain in the passenger seat and gripped the driver instead, yanking him forward so hard his head smashed against the dashboard and he passed out. Without the driver conscious the car slowed to a stop, earning a fear-filled look from the remaining culprit. Even the sirens in the distance couldn't help the beating that was heading straight for him.
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The head detective slammed the report papers down onto the desk, glaring fire into Katsuki. The hero only shifted onto his other foot and crossed his arms across his chest.
"What?"
The detectives face twisted.
"What? What? You hospitalised a civilian! I didn't hire you do be a modernised hitman with morals, Katsuki-"
"Ground zero. To you, at least. Only the people I like call me that. And you didn't hire me, I decided to devote my precious time to helping you sorry morons and your pathetic excuses of 'detective work' because the people I care about were getting hurt. The added payments are expected for all the bullshit work I do for you"
The detective sighed, rubbing his temples. Outside the locked office they were both in, it was chaos. Police and detective alike running about with updates and files and all the sort.
"Look, ground zero, I understand that your loved ones are getting affected by this, but that doesn't give you the right to go around beating potential witnesses into oblivion"

Katsuki stepped forward, placing a hand onto the desk that separated him from the law-enforcer. The other man wisely took a step back.
"I know for a fact that man was no witness, detective. He took part in stalking and kidnapping an innocent, retired, heroine, who identified him. He deserved everything he got and more"
"And who was this? Hmm? Anyone I might know? No, it's not, is it? There is no one who has come forward with any information on the case, therefore your little story is not full-proof. I suggest you start getting some backbone into your claims before making them"
Reluctantly, that had the Bakugou shutting his mouth. Him and Ochako hasn't told anyone about her re-appearance, and didn't plan on it. God knows what tests and surveys the police would push onto her if they knew, so they kept it quiet.
Nevertheless, about ten minutes later they were still going at it about the hospitalised criminal, and Bakugou was showing amazing restraint on his temper. However that, would soon be put to the test.

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Ochako tapped her lip nervously, standing outside the police station, feeling a little awkward. She'd meant to stay at home- and she'd tried, she really had. But Katsuki had been gone for too long, and she was starting to get too anxious.
As it turns out, she had gained some post-kidnapping effects. Sleeping alone was too hard, she had to have him there, with her, to let her know this wasn't another dream. It was real. He was real. And taking baths had proven impossible all together, water alone became difficult. Even with the history between them, he hadn't objected when she'd asked him to stand in the bathroom while she showered. She was usually okay on her own for a few hours at a time.
But today, too long. Way too long for him to be gone. She knew he was inside by the chaos she could hear.

She took a deep breath, pushed back her long hair once more, and stepped inside. Everyone was too busy to notice her as she made her way towards the arguing. There was a main office more inside the precinct, and it wasn't very hard at all to slip inside unnoticed. Though the two men inside certainly saw her as she closed the door behind her, a look of shock and concern flashing across Katsuki's face. The much older man- a detective, she guessed- looked more annoyed. She ignored him though.
"I'm sorry Katsuki I- I couldn't stay there. It just- I had to come find you"
His face softened, and he nodded. Whatever thoughts of yelling at her for leaving the house at all quickly fading away.
"And just who the fuck are you?"
Both their heads snapped at the sound of the detectives voice, anger quickly coming back into play. Katsuki stepped forward.
"She's-"
"Clearly not important enough to be in here, especially not while we're discussing a case. So miss, get out before you're dragged"
Ochako dropped her bag to the floor and stepped forward, holing out a hand to stop Katsuki from stepping forward.
"Who am I? I'm Ochako Bakugou bitch!"

She threw a left hook and shattered his nose in a quick movement, sending his head flying back. He yelled out and a police guard rushed in, dragging her out by her arm.
"Yeah that's a fucking princess cup! Fucking clown!"
The door slammed shut behind her as she was pulled out, and Katsuki couldn't help the feeling of pride and humour spilling in his chest. The detective groaned.
"You fucking asshole- you have your wife hit me?!"
"Yep and I got her purse"
He swooped down and grabbed her forgotten bag just to prove it, and gave a single salut goodbye before rushing after her.

She was already outside, tapping her foot furiously against the cement ground with her arms crossed.
"Some show,"
He said, coming up next to her. She sighed in relief at the sight of him and had her arms wrapped around him before he knew what was happening.
There was no time to hug her back before she pulled away.
"What happened? Are you okay? Why were you gone for so long?"
He grinned down at her.
"Questions, questions. You'd think you were one of my diehard fans"
She giggled.
"Okay, I'm laughing but that's not funny Katsuki. You were gone-"
"I know. I- had to deal with a few extra things today. Got tied up"
She bit her lip.
"I'm sorry I showed up like this. I just-"
"I know, you don't have to explain. Or apologise. Come on, let's blow this popsicle stand and go home. There's a bed with my name on it and a much needed nap"
She nodded and took a deep breath, steeling her nerves. She'd have to go and see a therapist or something. This whole being-nervous-all-the-time thing was not going to work out for her.