Myher0myher0 - Dabi’s Left Cheek Staples

014. CARNATIONS

You're sulking, limbs splayed over the couch as you resort to eating nothing but ice cream, all while wrapped in bundles of blankets and pillows. You stab at the container angrily, practically shoveling the copious amounts of 'Fudge Fantasy!' into your mouth like you were being starved.

A pout forms on your lips, and your appetite vanishes the moment you watch the pining lovers on your TV screen kiss—a feeling of hurt forms in your stomach as you turn off the movie. You wince as you pry yourself from the couch, muscles aching from being curled up into a pitiful ball for too long.

You walk over to the kitchen, putting the ice cream away in the freezer and sitting down on one of the kitchen's chairs. Most of the lights in your apartment were off, and only a small and warm glow came from the lamp beside your couch. You press your cheek against the cold surface of the island, sighing.

Your lips quirk up a bit as you take in the state of your living room. You'd carried most of your plushies from your room to the living room for a movie night—and maybe for some emotional support. You'd even built a little blanket fort for yourself. Yes, it was childish. But it got your mind off of Touya for a while.

Your feet curl uncomfortably at the mere thought of him as a frown suddenly settles on your face, and you can only sink further into your seat with a groan. You've been moping around for the past three days, ordering groceries to your door and not leaving your apartment for anything at all.

You were unemployed now. Thankfully, your savings account could keep you comfortably afloat for a while. But that money wouldn't last forever—and job searching would have to start up at some point.

But right now, you can't even find the strength to reply to your supervisor's emails. She needs you to come back to the hospital, since there were a few more things that needed to be finalized. A few more loose ends that need to be tied and put aside to collect dust.

Something soft nudges your cheek, and Tora stands over you with a curious glint in his eyes. The cat nudges his nose against yours before settling down onto the island counter beside you, curling up onto the table and purring quietly as he lays on his stomach.

Tora had an odd sense of noticing when you were unhappy. He was an attentive little cat, with dark fur and a glittering pair of golden eyes. You run a palm over his back carefully, smiling as he eases under your touch.

You eventually hop off of the chair and walk around your apartment in deep thought. The movement was necessary to give your muscles some breathing room, and it also gave you a chance to try and accept all that had happened in the past few days. Tora trailed behind you, following you around like a shadow with quick and curious steps.

It was hard trying to make sense of all that had happened. The thought of Touya getting a new doctor, one that would help him complete the last bit of his journey at the hospital, was just something you couldn't really believe yet.

There would be someone else spending their days with him. Someone else taking care of him, someone else listening to his late night thoughts, someone else sharing his favorite meals with him—someone else loving him. And there's a voice in the back of your head, screaming that should be you. But you know it was your own choices that made it someone else’s role now.

You settle back into your heap of blankets on the couch, and Tora follows. There's a sense of trepidation creeping up your spine—a small, prickling fear that felt like a hundred needles prodding and poking at your skin. It didn't feel right, not being by Touya's side as he went through the last few months of his recovery.

He was nearly done with all of his surgeries. You wouldn't be able to see him again until his rehabilitation plan was over. Any contact with him was forbidden. The reality of his obvious attachment issues was heart breaking, and the look on his face when you left him hadn't left your mind since you'd seen it.

There was something devastating about the way his voice hitched when he pleaded for you to stay with him—about that way his fingers trembled as he held his head in his hands and fought his own mind to keep himself together, unable to accept the fact that good things can't last forever—they never did for him, anyway.

You didn't even realize you were crying until Tora meowed quietly, pawing at your chest as his little head poked underneath the hem of your shirt. He performs his favorite ritual—one he knows always makes you laugh—as he crawled up your shirt and poked his head out of the loose opening of your shirt. You peer down at your cuddly companion, managing a tearful laugh as you tug him out.

It was snowing again, and your laptop dings quietly with yet another email. The apartment is quiet, beside the soft sound of your labored breathing. Tora's eyes drifted close eventually, and you allowed him to sleep as you quietly walked towards your laptop.

Fourteen unread emails. You decide to open the most recent one—because the title 'Touya's new psychiatrist' catches your attention wholly within an instant.

You read over the email quietly, soft sounds of disappointment and sighs leaving your lips every few minutes. It's near the bottom of the email when you realize you had a meeting scheduled tomorrow at the hospital.

You had to be the one to chose Touya's new psychiatrist. No one understood Touya's psyche better than you, you'd been with him for many months and understood his mentality better than everyone. In order for him to get a new doctor according to procedure, you would need to be a part of the decision making process.

But you didn't want Touya to get a new doctor. Maybe it was selfish, but you just wanted to take care of him all by yourself.

Finding someone deserving enough of taking care of him would be a tedious task. Touya needed someone loving, someone who could take care of him, and someone who wouldn't let him down. Your back straightens a bit in determination. You had let Touya down once, but you were not going to do it again.

You were going to find a good doctor for him. No matter how many people you had to go through, how long it took—even if you had to call in options from neighboring hospitals—you would not allow just anyone to take care of him.

Touya deserved someone good. He deserved you, yes. But he couldn't have you.

You would just have to find the next best thing.

Walking into your former work place after being fired wasn't a pleasant feeling. The stares you received were obvious, and they were all from people you used to work with. Your eyes remain on the ground in silent shame, and it felt like you had a rain cloud hanging over your head with every step you took.

"Y/n," Your supervisor calls out, and your back tenses before you turn around to meet her gaze. Her eyes are a bit tired as she greets you, and you follow her quietly as she leads you into her office. The first candidate sits in a seat across her desk. She ushers you into the room, gently chastising you for being late.

And you want to tell her you'd actually gotten to the hospital early, but you'd caught sight of Touya's hospital room window from the parking lot and noticed someone had taken down the snowflakes that once hung on the glass. You'd wasted half an hour in your car crying—because Touya was so close, only a few floors up, and the thought has your heart seizing painfully in your chest.

You sit across the doctor, and it begins. You interviewed three women and five men today. And every single one you'd crossed off as unsuitable on your papers.

They were all biased. Each and every single one had the same look in their eye when you mentioned the name Dabi. This look of distaste, this look of disgust. Their words came out sugary and sweet, reverent, even. But their eyes betrayed their true feelings. And you can't blame them, because Touya was known throughout all of Japan as a monster.

Day after day, the cycle became tiring. Doctor after doctor, you can't do it. The stress was eating away at you, your savings account was dwindling away, and you still haven't built up the courage to face the Todoroki family.

It was on the seventh day of searching that your supervisor seemed fed up.

"You cannot reject every single doctor that comes in here, Y/n."

You shift uncomfortably in your seat as you sigh, unsure of how to respond. If she notices the bags under your eyes, or how your shoulders slump with tiredness, she doesn't say anything.

"Touya deserves someone who sees his mistakes and understands his past. Someone kind and forgiving." You murmur, tugging your knees to your chest as you sigh quietly, tracing circles on the arm rest of your chair as your supervisor's lips set into a thin line.

She's silent for a moment, watching you contemplatively before speaking up.

"Rei Todoroki contacted me yesterday. A while after you left, she said she...she has someone who she believes can help Touya."

Your hand stills at the mention of Rei's name. You swallow down the hurt expanding in your chest—snuffing it out for the sake of Touya as you nod slowly, eyes dull and voice exhausted.

"Who is it? And—can I meet them?"

"You can. I've already contacted her for a meeting I've arranged for tomorrow. But I'm afraid if you don't agree with Rei's suggestion—then the board will choose a doctor for Touya instead."

You can feel the incoming headache, a result of keeping your tears at bay and refusing to let them flow. Your nod is stiff, and you decide you'll sleep early tonight. You need a clear mind to meet your seemingly last option tomorrow. Because if this doctor wasn't a good option for Touya—

You crush the thought in an instant. She had to be. If Rei recommended her, then you should be able to trust this woman.

So why do you feel so uneasy?

"Y/n," Your supervisor says calmly, placing a hand on your shoulder as you turn to look at her. She seemed to be at ease, for some reason. Like she trusted Rei's judgement and supported her choice already. And you want to ask her just how she trusts someone she hasn't even met yet with Touya's heart and fragile state, but her next words explain it all.

"It's the same woman who treated Rei. The same woman who took care of her when she was admitted."

The shift in your express is palpable. You obviously weren't aware that Rei had been admitted into a hospital herself. But your hand curls into a fist of disappointment, not exactly surprised that Enji's abuse managed to damage her mental health too. He had certainly done a good job of hiding the truth of his family all those years he spent in the spotlight, and the thought makes you grind your teeth in frustration.

"I see."

Your supervisor's nod is curt and final, pleased that you've agreed to this one thing. You leave the hospital with a heavy heart, spent and tired. You're not even sure how you managed to drive home, but you stumble into your apartment, not bothering to change as you collapse onto your bed with nothing but sheer exhaustion.

You'd woken up nearly three times that night, struggling to fall back asleep. You ended up on the floor at some point too, trying to find a reprieve while tossing and turning, wondering why sleep wouldn't envelop you in her blissful embrace.

In sleep, maybe you could escape your reality. In sleep, maybe you could avoid Touya. But he followed you, trailed you and refused to disappear. He showed up in your dreams, he showed up in your thoughts during the most mundane tasks, and you nearly dropped your breakfast bowl this morning because your plants casted a shadow on the wall that looked like his silhouette.

Touya was haunting you.

And you don't even want to think of his state back at the hospital, you won't allow yourself to. You spend the morning cleaning your entire apartment, and slotting some time in the day to look for some jobs online before you head to the hospital in the evening for your meeting.

Tora doesn't mind your clinginess. He lets you cuddle him and smother him in kisses, even though he was usually grumpy and opposed to too much affection. He indulged in you today, and that cheered you up a bit.

Currently, you're sitting on your couch and sipping on a warm cup of hot chocolate. The snow falls quietly outside, and with Tora curled up in your lap—you scroll through the various job listings online.

With your education, you could find a good job. You weren't going to try and apply to be a psychiatrist due to obvious reasons, but maybe you could try something new. It was a shot in the dark, but it was something.

Your doorbell rings, and the sound ricochets off the walls as you sit up. Tora hops off of your lap, meowing loudly in protest at the intrusion before he scurries off. You shake your head with a soft smile at his antics, before walking towards the door.

You're not sure who's on the other side. It could be the groceries you ordered, or maybe Tora's new toys—so you get on your tippy toes, All Might socks stretched taut from the action as you peek through the peephole.

You stagger backwards at the sight on the other side, physically feeling all the air be strung out of your lungs in an instant. Your hands are clammy as you carefully step away from the door. You don't know what he is doing here, but you open the door after another second—eyes hard and angry.

Enji Todoroki stands on the other side. Something flashes on his face with how quickly you open the door and the look on your face, but he bows his head immediately in greeting either way. There's a bouquet of flowers in his hands, and he holds them in a death grip, knuckles paling.

"Y/n, may I come in?" He questions, voice low and—was that guilt in his tone? You waver in the doorway, unsure. Your eyes are unblinking as you watch him keep his head down, waiting for your answer.

He hurt Touya, he hurt Rei, he hurt Natsuo, he hurt Fuyumi, he hurt Shoto, and he hurt you.

Enji can sense your hesitation and he sighs, nodding in understanding as his grip tightens on the bouquet. You watch the flower stems bend, nearly snapping as he squeezes his eyes shut in frustration.

You're too afraid to move. His body is tense, every muscle is. You're half afraid he's about to hit you and half afraid he was about to burst into tears.

"I'm sorry,"

"I understand I'm not wanted. I've left Rei and the children the house, I pay for it so they can all live comfortably together. I've accepted their disapproval—I understand it. But I need to mend my relationship with Touya. He's—He's the only thing keeping me going right now. I just want him to go home, and I can't leave him anymore. I can't."

Enji rests his head on the door frame, his grip on the flowers limp now. There's a soft purr sounding through the air, and he furrows his brows before glancing down and seeing your cat poking out between your legs—he notices your All Might socks, too.

He sighs, pushing himself off of the door frame when you don't say anything. He takes a step back, before he finally notices you've been holding the door wide open and were waiting for him to step inside the entire time.

"I have a few things I need to talk to you about. You can leave after, okay?"

Enji blinks in disbelief before nodding with a small grunt. He enters your apartment, shoulders sagging as his gaze flitters around. You wonder if it's because he thinks your living space is small—but brush off the prospect. That's not important right now. You needed to get some clear points about Touya across—this was your chance to help Touya, even if it was indirectly. He gives you the flowers, wincing as he realizes he was holding onto them a little too tightly. Your small smile eases some of his embarrassment, and you lead him to the living room shortly after.

It took Enji a long time to open up—the shell he had over himself was unbreakable, but you managed to get inside. Putting aside your patients' past and mistakes was something you were used to doing by now, but it was still difficult to talk to Enji after all he'd done.

When Enji spoke about Touya, he was more soft spoken. The usual bite in his tone vanished, like the sun disappearing on a cloudy day. You try to muster up the strength to be angry at him—to kick him out and slap him and tell him you never want to see his face again. But you can't, because when Enji looks at you—you see Touya's eyes.

He leaves after a few hours. It felt like the world stopped when he'd stepped into your home, and started all over again as he left. His posture was more relaxed as he muttered a quiet goodbye, and left.

Your conversation with Enji was... eye opening. Getting a glimpse into his mind was overwhelming, but at least now you managed to see his tainted view a little clearer. You sigh as you turn to look at the darkening sky outside, the stars twinkled in the dim light and you stand up, stretching a bit before your eyes catch sight of your laptop.

Shit. You'd missed today's meeting.

You're calling your supervisor moments later—apologizing profusely the moment she picks up for forgetting, begging to reschedule, and stuttering because you're strained and stressed and struggling terribly to form a single, coherent sentence.

"It's okay, Y/n. I took the meeting myself, okay? She's a good fit for Touya. You should...get some rest. Please."

She hangs up after that, and you lower the phone from your ear slowly. You can feel the lump in your throat forming, the burn behind your eyes intensifying as you take a steadying breath.

You try to use your breathing practices—but you can't remember them, dammit. Did you hold your breath for five seconds or ten? Were you supposed to be counting your heart beats for this exercise? Or was that for another one?

You're too tired to cry. Too tired to try and make sense of everything around you when it was anything but. It was complete discord everywhere you turned—everything was wrong. So very wrong.

There's nothing you can do but sleep. You stagger over to your bed, the blood in your body felt like it had been replaced with sand, weighing you down with every step you took. You slip into unconsciousness the moment your head hits the pillow.

But you just dream of him, again. You always do.

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

a/n; touya meets his new doctor next chapter :) also, y/n wearing all might socks in front of enji is how she rebels :P

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myher0myher0

5 months ago

Horikoshi sketch 06/08 [x]

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myher0myher0

5 months ago

Symbol of fear by day, gamer by night. 💦

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myher0myher0

5 months ago

Needy shigaraki or keigo dry humping users thigh? :)

-🎭

BOTH!!!! BOTH IS GOOD!!!

we r doing both.

💌this is nsfw. mdni!!💌

cw for keigo’s: includes somnophilia (previously discussed consent mentioned)

Needy Shigaraki Or Keigo Dry Humping Users Thigh? :)

after another long night, keigo could barely stand as he crept through your balcony window, immediately kicking his shoes off and stripping himself of his clothes, hitting the floor with a soft thud. left just in his boxers, he crawled into your shared bed, under the warm covers, and you shifted slightly, wiping your eyes.

“kei?” you asked in an adorable sleepy voice

“hey, baby, another late night..” he said, moving closer as he pulled you against him

“mhmm…” you hummed, already back asleep, lulled into a cozy world of comfort.

keigo chuckled softly, running his hands along your body, drinking in the sight of you. you wore that pajama set he liked, the cotton tank top and matching shorts. tiny matching shorts.

he pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head as you stirred ever so slightly. see, the thing about you is that you were sometimes a sleep talker, and that would include making little sounds and noises. keigo found it endearing, especially when you talked in your sleep, regaining your sleepy words of wisdom to you the next morning.

but for some reason, tonight was different.

while tiny mewls and whimpers fell from your lips, keigo’s cock twitched in his boxers.

“my pretty girl,” he whispered as he climbed on top of you. he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your pretty, plush, slightly parted lips. “so sleepy, hm? had a long day? me too baby.. i’m sorry i wasn’t home..” he spoke softly into your hair, slowly beginning to grind against your leg.

you had told keigo before that you didn’t mind if he woke you up in this way; in fact, you’d actually find it hot. but you were so peaceful and he was sure that you were so tired, he couldn’t possibly wake you with his own needs.

so he’d get the next best thing

he moved his hips slowly, shaky gasps escaping his throat as he forced himself to stay at a steady pace. was he perverted or were you just this sexy to where he could get off from fucking dry humping your thigh?

he moved a hand to the edge of your tank top, slowly lifting it up to it sat just above your perky tits, and he couldn’t help but take one in his hand, whimpering and whining as he desperately fucked against your thigh.

“fuck, baby, you have no idea how good you make me feel. i’m fuckin’ your leg and i’m about to cum.. fuck, god, fuck, i can’t help it.. feels so good..”

his mind was becoming increasingly dazed, his usual groans and moans turning into pathetic whimpers.

“fuck, baby, can’t- i can’t- can’t handle much more.. feels.. feels real good.. ‘m gonna.. gonna fucking cum..”

as he picked up his pace, your tits began to bounce rhythmically, nearly hypnotizing him as he leaned down, hiding his face in your neck, holding onto you tightly as his orgasm was quickly building in him.

“mmh- gonna- gonna cum, baby.. fuck, just from your fucking thigh.. your pretty.. pretty thigh..”

his orgasm washed over him as his wings twitched, his cock spilling his cum into his boxers (a mistake he would realize in just a few moments) as he thrust against your leg a few more times as he rode out his orgasm.

after having a moment to breathe, he pulled away, his heart beating louder in his chest as you laid there like an absolute angel. he pulled your shirt down, kissing your cheeks a million times before cleaning up in the bathroom and changing his boxers. he immediately climbed back into bed with you, and for a rare time was the little spoon, letting your arms and legs wrap around him.

tomura laid on your stomach, holding you gently (careful to not use all five fingers of course) as you played a game on his switch. both of you were in your pajamas, consisting of a baggy t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. he moved his head under the switch, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“what’re you doing?” you ask, still focused on your game.

“what do you think i’m doing?” he grinned, fingers sneaking under your shirt, full of hunger.

“jesus, it doesn’t take much for you, does it?” you playfully scoff as you feel him already hard against your leg.

“nah, not at all..” he chuckled as he moved his hips gently, sighing at the light friction.

you and tomura’s sex life was far from dull; with both of you being more on the switch side, it definitely kept things interesting. right now, it seemed like he thought he had a semblance of control, but you were sure to turn the tides on that.

as he moved his hand further up your shirt, you paused your game, grabbing his hand through the thin fabric.

“no,” you hold it firmly. “just keep doing what you were doing. i’m busy.”

tomura raised an eyebrow.

“excuse me?” he nearly laughed.

“you heard me. just do it.” the tone in your voice was enough to make tomura weak in the knees. as much as he hated to admit it, god he loved when you were dominant with him.

he reluctantly began to move his hips against your thigh again, moving his hand outside of your shirt to cup your chest on the other side of the fabric (as much as it pained him).

he bit back his lip to hide his embarrassing whimpers as he desperately ground his hips against your thigh, hoping you would have some kind of mercy on him and just fuck him.

but you didn’t. you acted like he wasn’t even there as you continued your game.

“y/nnnnn…” he groaned as he looked up at you like a wounded puppy, still trying to hide any whimpers.

“yes?” you asked, not looking away from your game.

“please.. this is so..”

“if you don’t like it, why are you still going?”

“well, i-.. it’s just, i’m-“ through all his stuttering, he didn’t stop the quickening movements of his clothes cock against your thigh.

as soon as you looked at from over his switch with a tilted head with wide eyes that held a questioning look, waiting for him to properly answer, he buried his face in your chest, whining against your tits as he only increased his speed, becoming slightly sloppy in his pace.

“poor baby…” you teased, putting the switch down as you ran your hands through his hair.

“j-just.. feels- feels so good- b-but.. but i.. need- need you…”

“i know, i know..” you coo. “but you’re doing so good.. so good for me..” you grin as you watch him continue to lose his resolve, gripping your sides tighter as he fucked against your thigh. “you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”

“yes, fuck, yes, please, please, please, please baby, please!”

any embarrassment tomura held melted away, as all he could think about right now was cumming whenever you said to.

he pulled his boxers down just enough so the pink tip of his cock stuck out, already dripping with precum.

“be a good boy for me,” you hum, leaning down to kiss his head. “i know you can.”

at your encouragement, tomura’s erratic thrusts halted to a stop as his body froze, his cum splattering across your thigh while his body shook, all while you ran your hands through his hair and along his back, praising him sweetly, reminding him how good he was, how proud you were of him.

once recovering, tomura made sure to clean you up, all while plotting the revenge you’d be receiving for the rest of the night.

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myher0myher0

3 months ago

Leather and Lace

BikerBakugou x Ballet instructor

(All photos are from Pinterest)

Part 2

(LONG BLURB because writing is my therapy)

Flashing lights and a foggy entertaining way greeted you as your best friend pulled you into the Fraternity house that resembled a castle made of pure quarts. The tall pillars and arched windows were enough tell that the guys who lived here would be more than supplied for the party, and that made you nervous. Mina loved to drink, and you’d taken the train here, promising each other you’d remain at least mostly sober.

“Pinky!” A black haired man exclaims as the large oak door closes shut behind you. Mina’s hand that held yours drops as she wraps the mystery stranger in a friendly hug. “You fulfilled my request to bring a cute friend.”

It wasn’t what he had said that made you uncomfortable, but the way the man’s eyes trailed from your head to your toes with a satisfied grin. You were used to men checking you out, even more so when you had the people magnet Mina with you, but this was different. It made your skin crawl and the hair in the back of your neck stand straight up. This man was a creep, he didn’t even need to speak to you for you to put that together.

“Oh, shush!” Mina’s soft voice laughs, her arm reaching back to link through yours as if to reassure you he was no harm. “She isn’t interested, and you aren’t single.”

“So- who was that?” You question once she’s successfully pulled you through the crowded foyer and into the very modern and very large kitchen. “Who lives here? The president?!”

“It’s the sports house, I think like 30 guys live here.” Her casual explanation didn’t exactly answer your question but you didn’t care too much to pry further. “Oh, by the way- Kiri!”

Your head turns to the doorway that had caught her attention and your face drains of color as you notice the pair walking toward you. You didn’t recognize the red haired man who’d pulled Mina into his side, but the man beside him sent you into an immediate bad mood. Was the universe testing your strength or was he stalking you? Beside the canoodling pair was none other than the man who’d yet to apologize for splashing you or stealing your deliver drivers snacks.

He was dressed head to toe in black, not that you’d expect anything less, his hair messy as if he’d literally just rolled out of bed and been drug here. As your eyes meet, you find yourself getting nervous. With Mina preoccupied, and Bakugou being hell bent on pissing you off, you knew it was bound to be a long night.

“Loser.” Bakugou greets, pulling his phone from his pocket. You say nothing and lean against the wall beside Mina. “How many of my friends do you know? I’d like to avoid this in the future.”

Almost an hour had passed, and you’d yet to push yourself off of the wall Mina had left you at. She wanted to dance, and you had no intention on joining her and third wheeling. Once Bakugou had left, Kirishima introduced himself but that was as far as you got in conversation before his entire attention was back on the girl that had come to see him.

“Hey!” Your eyes lift from your phone hearing her voice calling to you in the thick crowed that formed in her absence. You’d just slide the phone into your tiny bag when she reached you with wide, excited eyes. “Kiri wants to take us to watch a race! We’re leaving in 5!”

“Wait-.” You try to stop her, tell her that it wasn’t happening, but she was already slipping through the crowed before your hand moved to reach for hers. “Fuck.”

You didn’t want to go watch an illegal race, much less with a man neither of you knew. If your dad found out, you’d be as good as dead without a single tear shed. He wasn’t an awful father, but his loyalty to the law came first and if he knew his baby girl was partaking in illegal street races, he’d burn the city to the ground himself.

“Worried daddy’s gonna be disappointed if you live a little?” You refuse to react to Bakugous snarky comment. He was right? You were worried about your father’s opinion but that’s none of his business. “Don’t worry loser, the idea to race tonight was formed recently so as long as you keep your mouth shut we won’t get caught.”

“Thought you’d never be in a position to need me to keep my mouth shut?” Your arms cross as you finally stomach your anxiety and look beside you where he stood. His eyes give you a once over, a weird feeling settling over you as they return to meet your own. “I should tell him, since you decided to splash a puddle at me and then steal food from my porch.”

“How would you tell him?” His playful tone made you want to rip that stupid smirk off his face and stomp on it. Still, through his taunt, his hard set eyes don’t falter and his right hand raises with an all too familiar item in your hand. “You’d need your cell phone to do that right?”

“Give me that!” You reach, gasping as you realize he’d pick pocketed you in the last 60 seconds. How was he able to swipe it without you noticing? “Seriously? I’m not a snitch, I’m not gonna rat anyone out. Mina’s going and I’d never do that to her.”

“I’ll keep it until the race is over. To be sure.” His shoulder brushes against yours as he walks past you and toward the hall of people. You’re quick, shoving through the apparently cinder block bodies that separated you. “Keeping up, mole?”

“M-mole!?” You exclaim, finally shoving past the last few people lingering in the door way and meeting him on the concrete outside. Your irritation was at an all time high and you could stop your hands from shaking as you press a finger into his tshirt covered chest. “I’m not a mole, now give me my phone!”

“How about- I keep it, then when we get there I consider giving it to you?” He brushes your finger off and continues walking toward the sidewalk where Mina waved to you excitedly. Does she not see what’s happening? Bakugou looks toward Kirishima as you struggle to keep up with his long strides. “You know her dad’s a cop right, shitty hair?”

“Yeah, but she’s cool.” Kirishima waves his hand as if he’d known you for his entire life and trusted you. “Plus, Mina says she doesn’t even talk to the guy.”

“Mina.” You shriek, offended she’d even think to warn Kirishima, or give him reassurance. “Why would you tell anyone that?”

“I didn’t think it was an issue!” She plasters a fake smile on her face as the four of you begin walking in a direction you hadn’t come from. “Plus, I don’t want everyone thinking you’re a mole or something.”

Bakugou lets out an amused huff as Kirishima opens the back door to a small silver car. If this was a bike race why were you getting into the back seat of a car? Do they leave their bikes somewhere near where these races happen-?

“I’ll meet you there.” You jump as a loud bang rattles the car, Bakugous hand coming down on the outside roof of the car as he peers into the passenger seat to talk to Kirishima. His eyes trail back to you and he rolls his crimson eyes before reaching in to toss your phone into your lap. “Snitch and I come find you.”

The dark underpass held little to no light as you trail behind your distracted friend and her current love interest. She hadn’t spoken to you the whole ride here, but you felt her eyes bouncing over to you ever so often. You knew she was worried you’d call your father, but she was right. You hardly ever spoke to him anyway.

“Oh wow!” She beams, following him to the crowd forming under the bridge. Empty beer cans crunch under your shoes as you follow, stopping once Kirishima has helped push your way to the front. “This is cool! Isn’t it?”

You didn’t want to be nice to her right now, so you shrug and keep your eyes trained on the two men perched on their bikes in the center of the abandoned dirt road. You recognized Bakugou easily, you’d posed on his bike a week ago and could feel the arrogant aura dripping from the matte wrap of the bikes body. As if he’d felt you staring, he pulls his helmet off and looks over to where you stood unhappily and grins.

He was enjoying the fact that he was about to break the law in front of a cops daughter, knowing she couldn’t do anything about it. Or maybe his goal here wasn’t to taunt your postion between your best friend and the law. Maybe he just enjoyed pissing you off.

The next few minutes drag on in a blur, but you couldn’t shake the weird unfamiliar buzz flowing through your veins as a pretty blonde steps in front of the two men starting their bikes. When her arms fly up, you notice a small tilt to Bakugous helmet as he looked in your direction as if to say ‘watch this’.

The crowd goes silent as the woman speaks, before throwing her hands down. Dirt flies, creating a mist of dirt and debris as the wheels find traction and send each if them flying down the road. If you’d have blinked you might has missed Bakugous legs lifting from the ground and his body leaning into the body of the bike before he disappeared down the deserted road.

“This is so cool.” Mina squeals, bouncing between her feet with one of Kirishimas arms draped over her shoulders. How long had she known this guy again? “Did you see that? He like disappeared- oh look they’re coming back!”

You look up, seeing the other racer making his way back toward where he started. The sound of the engines echo through your ears, the ground rattling slightly beneath your feet as the man slows down enough to slide his bike in a way that turns him around to head back down the opposite direction. Bakugou right behind him, using his leg to slide his bike even faster than the man before him.

It wasn’t long until the crowd grew in volume and cheers erupted excitedly with the winner returning to the starting line. You too felt excited, even though you knew being here was against your character and everything you’d been taught to value. The only down side was Bakugou had crossed the Finnish line first, which meant his ego would be growing impossibly larger very soon.

“He’s so hot.” A random female voice gasps from beside you as Bakugou removes his helmet and steps of the Bike. “Oh my god, Tiff! He’s coming over to us!”

You felt sorry for Tiffs friend who wore a bright smile aimed at him. You knew he was coming over to taunt you, not to hit on her and you wished his eyes were set on her and not you. She held her smile tightly, stretching the skin around her mouth so hard it looked painful, all the way until he stopped in front of you and glared down at your guilty eyes.

“Enjoy the show, loser?” He asks, completely oblivious to the offended girl beside you who’d already begun staring at you in disgust. “I completely dusted your boy, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of it.”

“My boy?” You question, looking to Mina for any insight on what he meant, but unluckily for you- she’d been preoccupied with her tongue down Kirishimas throat. “Who-?”

The word hadn’t even fully left your lips before you were sucking in a surprised gasp. You look past his shoulder and feel your head spinning as you lock eyes with the man who’d just raced against Bakugou. Bakugou watches with a cocky smirk, probably expecting your surprised reaction to the second racer’s identity.

“Tenya!?”

You knew Tenya from childhood, his brother had helped your father a few times on the force and you’d developed a brief friendship with the man who’d now avoided you like the plague. You were shocked, knowing how uptight he was about following simple rules, but you also weren’t too surprised he found fun in racing. He’d always been intrigued with engines.

“Ready to head home?” Mina asks after what felt like 12 hours. After the first race, a few more went in, but you lingered back to Kirishimas car and waited for Mina to remember you’d come with her. “He’s gonna drop you off, he’s saying bye to his friends and we’ll go!”

A simple nod answers her question and you pull your phone from your pocket as you wait. You try to forget the rush you felt watching the race and instead focus on looking into ordering Mali a new pair of Pointe slippers. If anything would distract you, it would be the 3 digit price tag on the shoes the company required the dancer to wear.

Kirishima returns and you file into his car shortly, you don’t even bother making small talk, not when Mina was happily sharing gossip with the driver. You were happy that she seemed happy, but worried crept into your chest as you wonder if she was aware of this part of his life before inviting you to meet him. She had to have known you’d have warned her not to get involved but you’d hoped she’d have told you anyway.

You were stepping out and waving goodbye just as a message comes through your phone making you shake in anger once again.

Bakugou (Asshole): Stopped by and grabbed another Gatorade, Dekus cats on your porch again.

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-Parchy

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