bnha scenarios

bakugo katsuki | ⛈⚠

prompt: now on trial, the two lovers take inspiration from an old romantic tragedy. [2/2]
category: angst + trigger warning
trigger warning: gore
character: bakuhoe thotsuki
word count: 2279

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"SIXTY-SEVEN VICTIMS," The well-suited man said, setting down the Manila folder harshly. Bakugo's eyes trailed after him, a cocky smirk on his lips. "Only that much? Aw, we were so close to sixty-nine, lovely!" He chimed, his red eyes darting to his love. Y/n just gave a pout, "I told you we should've killed those officers!"

Bakugo fell silent at that, pursing his lips. He knew exactly what day she was talking about; the exact day that he let himself get caught. It was cold then and even when he thought of it, he still felt the stinging pain of the bullet and the chill of snow afterward. It was the most reckless he'd ever been. All for his love.

"I'll be back," He had swiftly reloaded his pistol, cocking the gun testily before turning on the safety switch and pocketing it. Y/n raised a brow, skipping up to him clad in his sweater and leggings. "Which bank this time?" Her arms wrung around his neck, their lips pressing against each other's.

He nearly dropped his eye mask while attempting to wrap his arms around her waist. It all proved to be fruitless anyway as she pulled back with a giggle, her eyes shining brightly. "Concordia," Bakugo answered quietly, maneuvering his hands to hold the mask properly which caressing his angel.

She hummed softly, "Take me with you."

"Angel," He started, stopping once she turned to look at him with the most precious expression in the world. How could he refuse his one true love? His darling? His queen? Answer was, he couldn't. And soon, they grabbed their things and swiftly made their way to the bank, not wasting a second.

"Should we have told the others we're doing this?" Y/n said, lifting her gun before aiming quickly to shoot someone in the face. Their body collapsed like a puppet cut loose from his strings, forcing Y/n to bite back a smile. He looked back at his love, stomping on someone's hand as they made their way to the bank tellers.

"No because Pikachu would be annoying as hell."

She smiled at that, aiming perfectly before shooting two tellers. The spared one just stood there with shaking hands, his face filled with fear as he cowered in place. How would you feel if two absolute psychos aimed guns at you? How could one regard himself as god and the other as his angel if they break every sin in the book?

It was disturbing.

It was rotten.

It was foul.

"No dye packs," She had told him demandingly, making Bakugo's heart thump loudly in his chest as he watched the clerk do as he was told. It was almost invigorating watching someone you've dominated for so long dominate someone else. Maybe it was the thrill of knowing she could be like this outwardly but trusted him enough to be submissive.

He wouldn't know, but the question are at him as he watched his love pick up the sack of money and glance at Bakugo. "What's wrong, love? Not in a mood to shoot?" The blond licked his lips momentarily, smirking. "No, I was just thinking." With a quick cock of his gun, the clerk keeled over to the floor.

Blood pooled from his abdomen, staining the floor as he whined and grunted in pain. "You go get the rest of the money. I'll grab the car," Y/n quickly kissed his cheek, disappearing beyond the back door as the blond sighed, raking up the rest of the money. He moved towards the still-alive man, kicking him in the gut.