bnha scenarios

bakugo katsuki | ☁⚠

prompt: caught in an interrogation, all bakugo can do is kill time and wait for his queen to arrive. [1/2]
category: fluff + trigger warning
trigger warning: gore
character: bakuhoe thotsuki
word count: 1902

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HIS LIPS WERE SEALED shut, his hands cuffed in front of him as the bright white light above him spilled onto his features, casting a clear glow on the wrinkles of his clothes and the sheen of his tan skin. A file landed in front of him and he lifted his head out of curiosity, the handcuffs rattling loudly at his movements.

"Mizuho Bank," The voice of the officer rang loud and clear as she reached a hand over, flipping the manila folder open. Unsurprisingly, pictures of dead people were clipped to it, blood pooling from their heads. Bakugo grinned. That's my girl. Of course, who else would make such accurate headshots?

His expression was malicious, his eyes studying each picture with a careful look in them. There was something beyond his red orbs; an emotion that harnessed from the black tar that was considered his heart. Insanity. There was something so sickeningly pleasurable in watching people die and Bakugo had discovered this in middle school.

A simple push on a roof was proven to be more than enough to take out his longtime victim and Bakugo loved to reminisce that specific moment: the split second where the sky was so high that it seemed like God was praising his own efforts, and then there was the sweetening crunch of his classmate's bones snapping as red painted his body.

The horrified faces afterward were the best part and he moved on like nothing happened; claiming that he went up there to stop Izuku which in reality, wasn't very incorrect. He went up there with the idea of stopping him, but that impulse of pushing him made the event so much more memorable and the red-eyed male didn't regret a thing. 

"I know nothing of it," Bakugo tilted his head, smirking slightly. He was cocky enough to take credit for his work, but these weren't his kills. These were his girl's and if she were to see him claim that those headshots were his own, he'd have a bullet in his head in a heartbeat. That's just the type of person L/n Y/n was.

Simple, clean cut, and ever so coordinated; all his.

The police officer swallowed, glaring at him. She had heard all kinds of things, but his red eyes seemed even more nauseating in real life than in the pictures. "We know you have a partner and we know it is a she, so we could save you jailtime if you just spit it out right now." The officer knelt down,  her onyx eyes clashing against his red ones.

"Ah, but what's the fun in that, huh?" He grinned, chuckling softly before glancing up at the pictures again. He managed to move his hands, flipping a picture of the manila folder to reveal more of the victims of that day. "August was so nice then," The blond murmured softly, his brows cocked in intrigue.

"It was sweaty and sweet and so jam-packed that day," Bakugo licked his lips, red eyes glinting as he glared at the officer directly in the eyes. The officer backed up, her black hair swishing against the wall as she did so. "But the thrill of seeing all those people die; pop, pop, pop! And they all hit the ground like a game of whack-a-mole."

"Officer," He paused for a moment, running his tongue over his lips as he scanned the officer for her name tag that was plastered on her left breast. "Yaoyorozu. It really is unfortunate you'll never get to experience the sweet thrill of killing. Ending all those lives on a hot summer day. . . you could say that was the equivalent to some ice cold lemonade, hm?"

He smiled again, displaying his shiny white teeth. "And of course, my baby and I, we celebrated. We enjoyed and relished in our work with wine and rich food. We owe it to our victims for sure, who knew that some of them were so incredibly rich?" Bakugo's eyebrows rose again as a smirk shaped his lips.