Bakugou pov
He's got me wrapped around his finger. Then again I guess I let myself get stuck.
We move to sit on his beanbag chairs and then we just sit and watch movies for the rest of the afternoon, wasting away on this perfectly good Saturday but oh well.
"Wanna eat out for dinner?"
"Yeah sure, I don't mind."
"Okay then. Consider this a date."
"No shit Eijiro I'm your boyfriend of course it'd be a date." I roll my eyes letting out a chuckle before throwing on a hoodie and pulling Eiji up from his seat.
"Fair point I guess." He smiled before taking my hand and going to the door.
"You moron put on a jacket. It's fucking freezing outside."
"Right. Forgot it's winter."
"You idiot."I smile slightly before throwing him one of the shirts I brought him.
"Here it's thick, put it on so we can go."
"You got it boss!"I roll my eyes and grab his hand pushing his door open, we make our ways down the stairs. Once we reach the bottom Eijiro announces that we're going to dinner and will be back before shutting the door behind him.
We walk down the street hand in hand for a good while not quite sure where we should eat. I've made a few suggestions but all of which are fast food so he denied them. Finally we decided on a small hot pot place. It's small and not that pricey so we take a seat and begin enjoying our food.
"Wow this place is so good! Why haven't we been here before?"
"Because I've never thought about being at a restaurant for a date."
"Yeah I guess that makes sense."
"Exactly, but yeah this is good food. Mine is better though."
"I've never had your hot pot though, so I wouldn't know."
"You doubting me Shitty Hair?"
"What?! No."
"Better not be. If you were I'd have to show you I can make it better." I lick my teeth knowing that drives him crazy and he flushes red.I laugh and go back to my dinner paying no mind to the blushing boy across from me. He slides his foot over to mine and nudges it. In return I place my foot on his.
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After dinner we decide to take a walk around the city for shits and giggles. We had to be back before midnight so we have time. I smile a bit and slip his hand into my own. I felt eyes on me but I shook them off after all I am a pretty good looking guy and my self harm scars aren't showing so it's fine. Then again they could be a homophobic bastard. Whatever happens happens I guess, they wouldn't want to fight me anyway. Even if that's the case I whisper to Eiji.
"Hey does it feel like someone is watching us?"
"Yeah they have been since we left the restaurant."
"And you didn't say anything?!"
"I didn't want to raise suspicion. Look we've subtly been heading towards the nearest police station. I was thinking about going home but then they'd know where I live."
"You could have at least told me someone is following us."
"You would have freaked out I'm sorry Kat." He kisses my forehead and that's when it all goes to shit. PAP! A bullet flies right into Eijiro's left arm, pulling some muscle away. He grabs it with his other arm and hardens his body. We start sprinting to the police department as I check my phone 22:55 shit.We make it just in time as another bullet rips through my pant leg scraping my skin we enter the police station and duck behind a wall hopefully whoever was chasing us stopped as soon as we entered the station.
"Fuck fuck fuck Eijiro are you okay is your arm okay?"
"Yeah it just took a chunk outta me. No I'm not okay! Mom is never going to let me out of the house! Oh god and your leg."
"At least my leg isn't missing a chunk rip my hoodie sleeve off."
"But it's-"
"Just do it Ei."
"Okay."He hardens his hand and takes off one of my sleeves exposing my whole fully scarred and wounded arm. I take the sleeve and wrap his arm up and I take his phone and call his mother.
"Hello Mrs. Kirishima? It's Bakugou Katsuki. We have a situation but if possible we'll be home by 23:00"
"Are you alright? Where's Eijiro?"
"We're at the police station some homophobe shot at us or some shit we might be here a while."
"But you two are uninjured right?! Rin boys will be late!"
"Uhm not quite uninjured. Eiji is missing a chunk from his upper arm and I got scraped in the leg."
"We'll be right there. It's the station near our house right?"
"Yes it's that one."
"Okay tell Eijiro we're on our way. Rin we're going to the police station I'll tell you on the way! Bye Katsuki don't go outside, okay?"
"Okay, we won't bye."I hang up the phone and tell Eiji they're on the way.
"Hopefully whoever is out there doesn't see them too."
"I think they'll be careful to not be caught. I mean we were holding hands."
"I just wanted to have a nice night out with my boyfriend."
"I know Ei, come here."I pull him to a hug as we sit in the corner of this police station. We haven't even spoken to the person at the front desk and in all honesty I'm not sure they saw us. It doesn't matter, I have him in my arms and I'm not letting go. A while passes and his moms come through the door and spot us in the corner and come to comfort us both even further.
"Oh boys I'm so sorry you had to deal with that, Eijiro how is your arm?"
"It hurts really badly though the hardening is definitely helping the pain."
"Did either of you see the person?"
"No sorry."
"It's okay Katsuki you don't have to apologize. Though if I find whoever hurt you two I'm more likely to kill them then I am to blink."
"Ma! You can't say that. Let's just report to the front desk okay?"
"Yes yes okay."After filing our report and giving them as much information that we could his mothers rush us into their car and we head to their house. We get there and I clean and stitch up Eijiro's arm. Once all that is done we both head into his room and pass out for the night. Both absolutely tired as shit.
Who the fuck would pull that shit?
A/n stay safe out there fellow queers and have a good day/night
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