Within A Warlocks Walls «*~{A kiribaku fic}~*»

Chapter 18

Bakugou's POV:

"Are you positive we're going the right way?" I ask, I swear to god shitty hair if you get me lost I'm ending you

"Yeah man, that door up ahead. That's the one." He responds, voice seemingly normal but his breathing isn't. I glance at him through the corner of my eyes. He's nervous?

"Yeah yeah. Let's just go." I mutter, allowing Kirishima to open the door. I search the room until my gaze falls upon a small familiar mer. Her face shows recognition as I roll my way into the room. I drop my voice into a softer tone so I don't frighten her. "Hey Eri, remember me?" I ask, she nods in confirmation. I allow a small smile to form. "How are you feeling?" I ask,

"Ok, the doctor lady was very nice. She made sure to be very very gentle. She didn't hurt me." She says, her voice feather light. I nod

"She is, that's why she's a doctor. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?" I check, she tips her head for a moment. Then meets my eyes,

"Could.. can I roll around in a box like yours?" She asks, I snicker.

"Not by yourself. You can ride with me though. Is that ok?" She nods eagerly and I look up at Kiri who is smiling. What are you looking at shit face. "Care to give us a push?" I ask. He grins and grows into a more suitable size for his task.

"Yessir, and milady. How fast would you like to go on this fine day?" He says, making his voice sound all stiff and stingy. Gross, I think I like regular dork Kiri more than professional servant Kiri.

"Fast! Fast! Can we go fast?!" Eri asks, her eyes big and round. I laugh and nod and Kirishima begins to roll us 'round the halls, skidding turns and speeding through straights.

"Watch our bro! You're gonna crash if you're not careful." A sturdy and warm voice calls out, ah, shitty hair 2.0.

"Hey bro! And we are being careful, but we're also having fun. Two in one!" Kirishima exclaims. Then he notices the ginger next to him. "Hi Kendo! How's it going?" The question was innocent enough but the expression Kiri wore said otherwise. If the girl noticed she didn't let it show, Tetsuo or whatever his name is did not have that good of a poker face.

"Pretty good Kiri, what about yourself?" This time it was Kiri who got all flustered.

"If you are done chitchatting, me and Eri are getting impatient." I cut in, Scowling. Kiri smiles.

"Duty calls!" Kiri shouts as he rolls away, picking up speed. I look at Eri, who's... smiling! She's smiling! I repeatedly tap Kirishima till he looks, I point my chin at Eri and I watch as his face morphs into a soft smile. Damn, he should smile like that more, it's fitting.

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"WHERE WERE YOU?! YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO REMOVE HER FROM THE ROOM!!" Aizawa shouts, making sure the door was closed so Eri couldn't hear.

"Look Aizawa, I understand. But I asked her what she wanted to do and that was it. Just rolling in the tank. Besides that's not the point." I inhale, trying to calm myself so I don't explode at this man. "She smiled, a real, genuine smile." I say, with a slightly lower voice. At this Aizawa's eyes widened.

"You get away with it this time. Next time you won't be so lucky." He finishes briskly, walking out the door.

I begin to roll my way back to my tank, Kiri walks with me. We walk in silence. Somewhere I feel like someone's watching me. The feeling continues as we eventually make it to my tank. I glance around the room once over. Before saying a quick "G'night kirishima" and launching into my tank. The feeling being watched subsides, but the uneasiness stays with me the whole night.

Oooh tea whos spyin on Bakubro? Lol I'm not spoiling.

Q: if you were in the mha universe, would you be a hero, villain, or vigilante?

A: vigilante. I'm not about to deal with all the rules and regulations of being a hero

Cya homies and homos