One-shots

Second Chance- Katsuki Bakugo

  Bakugo was walking aimlessly around the town when he first saw you. You had originally caught his attention because of your clothing, which was ripped and torn as though you had worn the same thing every day for at least a month. But his eyes widened when he watched you subtly shove a loaf of bread under your sweatshirt before leaving the store. Unfortunately, it was clear that you had seen him watching you, because when he ran after you, you were already climbing a fire escape ladder to the roof of a building. For reasons unknown even to himself, he ran after you without yelling, trying not to call attention to your retreating figure. You jumped from rooftop to rooftop, and right before he caught you, you turned and smirked at him before falling backwards off the building. He stopped in his tracks with wide eyes before coming to his senses and running to the edge, seeing your form at the bottom. Bakugo climbed down the fire escape after you right as you started to sit up, grimacing as you rubbed your back. When you saw that he had still come after you, you swore and tried to stand up, but collapsed and swore as pain swam in from your leg, which was clearly broken. You used the wall to stand up, gritting your teeth against the pain, but it was slow-going. As you finally stood and started to limp away, Bakugo grabbed your wrist. Your leg bones hadn't healed themselves all the way, so you went slack. You knew you were caught, and, swearing once more, you turned to him to face the music.

"Alright, you got me. So, what are you going to do? Are you going to turn me in now?" Bakugo scowled in your face.

"No. Not if you agree to return that bread." You blinked in confusion.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard what I said, now just go return the bread dammit!" You flinched at his yelling, glancing at the head of the alley to make sure that no one was watching. Then you shook your head.

"I could, but I would just go steal a new one from somewhere else. I've got to eat, you know." He stared into your eyes, and you stared defiantly back.

"What do you mean by that? Just buy the bread." You chuckled wryly.

"With what money?" Bakugo just continued to stare at you, not wanting to admit that he was confused. You sighed. "I don't have a job, and I can't get a job. No job, no money. Surely you can piece that much together?" He growled at you, and you struggled not to flinch as his grip on your wrist tightened.

"Why can't you get a job?"

"Hard to get a job when your whole family is locked in prison as villains. The minute people see my last name, they turn me away."

"So are you a villain?"

"No."

"You aren't a hero though. And a regular person doesn't steal." You rolled your eyes in frustration.

"Things aren't always that black or white. I may not be good, but I'm not all bad either. Why can't I be neither?" He thought about it for a moment, his grip slightly loosening. You tried to pull away, but he quickly tightened it when he felt the pressure. You stared at him and could see the internal debate playing in his head. Then your eyes widened in disbelief as he slowly released his grip on your wrist.

"Fine. I'll let you go this once. But if I catch you again, I'll have no choice." You rubbed your wrist and tested your leg, which was now fully healed. You nodded your thanks to him and started to walk away. "Wait! What's your quirk." You turned back around to him.

"If you've been paying attention then you should know it."

"Why not be a hero? That's a pretty powerful quirk. You'd be a worthy extra to step on." You rolled your eyes at his ego.