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Bakugou Katsuki had always liked the neighborhood he lived in when he was young. It was lively enough to be fun but not on an annoying level. His father worked in the police department downtown while his mother was a fashion designer rapidly climbing up the ranks of fame abroad.
Once he got older he started to notice more as he stayed out longer and longer. A few sketchy individuals in an alleyway whispering quietly while looking around suspiciously was nothing new to him these days. Some days there where fights, ones that he'd loved to participate in had his father not warned him about what was really lurking in these very alleyways.
The day Katsuki had turned 16 he had started questioning his father about the sketchy behavior of those that stayed out late. Masaru had looked hesitant, as if he really didn't want to tell his son what was really going on. He was told to wait until he turned 17, then his father would explain everything.
A year later the blonde teen was coming home from school a bit late, he had gotten detention for fighting again. Not that he was ashamed about it, if people bullied him because he was a cop's son expecting him not to fight for that reason pissed him off immensely. So Bakugou figured that the guy deserved to get his nose broken.
The only thing the teen actually enjoyed about being a policeman's son was the combat training. None of his classmates wanted to hang around him anyway.
While lost in thought the blonde ran into something, almost dropping all of his stuff and falling to the ground if it weren't for the hands holding onto him. A few papers still slipped from his grasp.
"What the fuck? Look where you're going asshole!" Katsuki hissed between his teeth.
It was bad enough that he had to stay late at school while his father had finally given in after a year of insistent nagging to tell him about what went down in this crappy little town, now he also had to run into a stranger and drop his shit.
The crimson-eyed boy looked up and his eyes met with emerald colored ones. Katsuki squinted, he didn't know anyone with green eyes and this town wasn't big, everyone knew everyone here.
He looked the taller male up and down. Definitely not from here, Bakugou could tell just from the way the man was dressed. A crisp black suit jacked hugged his muscular shoulders nicely while the white dress shirt underneath made his pecs more noticeable. The suit pants the green haired male wore accented his leg muscles nicely. The man also wore dress shoes.
How could someone who seemed to only be in his early twenties afford a suit that looked as expensive as that one?
The suit was definitely custom made, he recognized that immediately, courtesy of his mother's teachings in fashion and design. With further inspection the suit was also made of an expensive material. Without noticing Katsuki had started to reach out.
"Whoa there, you're really cute but no touching this suit!"
When the older male spoke and grabbed his wrist loosely Katsuki snapped out of his trance and glared up at him. A barely noticeable blush covered Bakugou's face and ears.
"I'm not cute, asshole," His eyes drifted back to the suit and his eyes widened, "holy fuck, is that suit made of vicuña wool?"
As he stared at the suit in astonishment, he freed his arm from the other's grip and slapped away the hand when it hovered in the air between them. The dark green haired male just kept staring at him with a dumb look on his face. Bakugou started to feel a bit embarrassed after a minute.
The blond couldn't help but wonder how could someone be this handsome and dumb looking at the same time?
"Did your last brain cell decide to kill itself or are you usually this dumb?" The words had slipped past Katsuki's lips before he could stop them and he felt slightly mortified.
The old hag would murder him if she heard him talk to someone like this, more so to someone that could afford to dress this nicely.
"It is vicuña, yes. My brain cells are definitely fine. I-I'm just trying to get over how cute you are? Is it legal to be as beautiful as you are?"
Bakugou's whole face lit up in a vibrant red color as the man stopped rambling about his cuteness and how Katsuki's looks weren't good for his heart. Or something like that? He didn't catch everything the guy was saying.
When Bakugou looked down he saw that he hadn't picked up the papers he had dropped after colliding with the handsome stranger yet, and he sighed before squatting down to get them.
While he picked up the papers the stranger made a strangled noise in the back of his throat and Katsuki looked up at him, brow raised questioningly.
"Y-you look really good on your knees! I mean, you always look good but especially now!" The curly haired guy stuttered out.
Bakugou looked down again to pick up his papers and hide his red flushed face. What kind of closet pervert was this guy? When he stood again he noticed the briefcase in the other's white-knuckled grip.
"I'm sure hitting on a fucking teenager is really fun and stuff but seeing as you're not form here, dressed in a very expensive suit and carrying a briefcase shouldn't you be in some kind of shitty meeting?"
The male's arm shot up and his other hand hurriedly pulled his sleeve to the side, revealing a very expensive watch. His eyes widened once he saw how late it was and started to fumble around nervously before opening his mouth again.
"C-could you at least tell me your name please, cute stranger? I am leaving for a year after tonight so it won't matter right?"
The blond teen sighed as the blush on his face settled down again. What was with this guy and complimenting him? Katsuki wasn't used to it, only ever having been praised by his parents or teachers. Who he thought were practically obligated to.
"For the last time! I'm not fucking cute!" As he said that Katsuki turned around and started to walk away. He didn't know why he did it but Katsuki turned his head and spoke again.
"It's Bakugou Katsuki!"
The blonde watched the stranger long enough to see his face light up and a smile to spread. As he turned his head to the front he heard the man's voice loud and clear as he answered.
"I won't forget you, Kacchan, I swear! You'd better not forget me either, I'll be back!"
The phrase started innocent enough but the way the guy said it and how he ended made the hairs at the back of his neck stand up. The chances that guy would remember him after a year was quite small and even so that tone of voice was terrifying. It sounded more as a threat than a playfull exclamation. And frankly, it scared him.
How could someone who stumbled over his words and actions like that utter something so— so sinister almost bordering disturbing?
After that meeting Bakugou hurried home, only to find out he was half and hour late and he had worried both his father and mother.
Speaking of his father, he looked absolutely drained. The only thing the red-eyed teen knew was that his father had gotten a huge case and the breakthrough was supposed to be tonight. Maybe the person got away and that's why his father looked so troubled?
The teen vaguely heard his parents talk to him but it didn't really sound like words inside his head. He started to put the pieces together.
The person his father had been chasing for years was supposed to be caught today but got away, the only extra thing his father had told him was that the criminal wasn't from here.
Katsuki immediately tried to sum up all the behaviorisms of criminals close to being caught. There were different types but he chose the one he thought would suit best. The one that got nervous. The youngest Bakugou started to sweat as he remembered the only person not from around here.
His breathing picked up as he remembered that he gave that guy ample time to remember his face. Oh, holy mother of fuck he had given his name, his full name.
If his father had trouble catching the guy there was no way he was small fry just passing through. He felt like such an idiot. He had literally forgotten one of the first rules he had learned since he was small: don't give your name to strangers.
"Dad?" Katsuki started to tear up when his father looked up as well as his mother, both looking worried, "did the guy you were gonna catch have green eyes and hair?"
His father dropped the coffee mug he was holding and as it shattered against the table the first of Katsuki's tears fell, he didn't know why but he was terrified. He shouldn't be right? The guy left, he wouldn't remember right? Besides maybe he wasn't that much of a criminal?
Masaru shoved his chair back violently and hurried over to his son. He gently placed his hands on the teen's biceps and lead him to the sitting area while his wife cleaned up the shards with a horrified look on her face.
Once they both sat down Masaru spoke, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible, not wanting to alarm his son any more than he already was. Katsuki was a smart and brave child so knowing that something had happened to tip him of and terrify him was concerning.
"Katsuki, could you tell me what happened? How do you know what Midoriya looks like?"
Before he answered his mother sat down next to his father and across from him, the look on their faces concerned him a bit. He felt like if anything happened to them from now on it would be his fault, his fault for giving his name to a guy he thought looked innocent enough just by knowing him for a total of what? 30 minutes? He was so fucking stupid.
The blond dried his tears as the fear and guilt was replaced by anger. Who did that fucking guy think he is? Coming here, giving his father trouble and then looking as if he was genuinely innocent. Fuck that guy.
"I was walking home earlier and bumped into him. Or did he bump into me? I dunno," As he said it he noticed how stupid that sounded. He literally bumped into a fucking criminal on the street for fuck's sake.
His father frowned as he wrote down what he had just said plus some extra things. This felt like an interrogation. And somewhere in the back of his head a small voice said that he might even be the only surviving witness. What if that guy had actually been a killer? The look his mother gave him silently told him to continue his statement.
"He caught me, I dropped some of my papers. I noticed his fucking vicuña suit," he had glanced at his mother in the corner of his eye at the mention of the suit and he saw her eyes widen a bit, "he stared at me for a while before rambling of all kinds of compliments on how I look, shit like, 'is it even legal to be that beautiful'."
The temperamental teen's eyes widened. Was that a hint? Did that guy know who he was? Was bumping into him even an accident? He jumped up when he felt a hand on his arm. His eyes shot up and met a pair of equally red ones.
"Are you okay, Katsuki?"
He nodded at his mother and grabbed the glass of water she had brought for herself and took a sip of it. The teen expected a slap or an annoying remark about drinking from her glass but it never came.
"He said some more suggestive shit too," he immediately regretted giving them that piece of information. "that's not what he usually does is it?"
"Normally he doesn't speak, nor does he show interest in anything we offer him," his father answered bitterly. "can you tell me everything and exactly what he said to you? Can you do that for me, Katsuki?"
He agreed and looked down at his father's notes and saw a few more messily scribbled notes, most of them mentioning him as well. The one that scared him the most was the one his father had repeatedly circled.
'Meeting really a coincidence?'
Masaru had stopped jotting down more words so Katsuki felt prompted to speak again.
"I had dropped some of my papers so I squatted down to get them and he," the teen had to stop speaking for a second as his face, ears and neck turned red. Was he really going to tell his parents everything that pervert had said to him? "he said that I look good like that— that I look good on my knees."
His mother looked ready for murder while his father just looked disgusted. He really hated that he still knew nothing more than when he had arrived home.
"Before I tell you more I wanna know what the fuck is going on!" Katsuki hadn't meant for his voice to come out that loud and abrasive but it did.
"Calm down you brat! You're father is trying to help, show some respect!" As much as he was relieved that his mother was yelling again he was also unsettled. Trying to help? What kind of person hid underneath that innocent facade that it made his parents so worried.
"It's fine Mitsuki, I was supposed to tell him today anyway. Katsuki, the person you ran into is the leader of an organised crime syndicate. The Yakuza, if you will. His group is very active here, most of those people you see at night either work for him or fear him. We have attempted to negotiate with him on multiple occasions but he always declines our offers, saying we have nothing he wants."
The youngest blonde's brows furrowed when his old man stopped talking. He was about to ask what the fuck was going on as his father let out a sigh before continuing.
"We got an anonymous tip a few weeks back about a huge shipping of guns supposedly arriving earlier today. It was a setup, one to keep us busy while Midoriya gets freed and then leaves the country under our radar. Once we finally saw through the ruse it was too late. Midoriya was gone. One of the other police officers had been promised lots of money to let him go. Midoriya shot him with his own gun once free. And apparently ran into you before completely disappearing, which worries me."
"He said he'll be back! He told me! After I—," Katsuki jumped up from his seat at his father's worried tone. He stopped talking as it really came to him what he had done.
"After what Katsuki? Did he do something to you?! Katsuki, are you hurt?" His mother's frantic yelling grounded him weirdly enough.
"After I told him my name. Dad, I told him my name! Fuck! I told the head of the fucking Yakuza my fucking name," the teen knew that the more hysterical he got the more he swore and shit he was getting scared.
The guy had seemed interested in him, at least in his body. This guy no— Midoriya had given him a fucking nickname. A nickname attached to a promise that Katsuki more and more started to view as a bad omen or curse.
'I'll be back'
"It's okay Katsuki, he probably already knew. There is no way he didn't do his research on me once I told him my name before interrogating him."
"Mom, dad. He promised me he'd come back. Said I better not forget him. For the love of fuck he called me 'Kacchan '."
"Katsuki, I know you're upset but he's gone for now. And no damn swearing in this house!"
The second sentence was accompanied by a harsh slap on the back of his head but he found that for once he didn't mind. After he asked if they needed more information his parents told him it could wait until tomorrow and they should all go to sleep for now.
Katsuki was brushing his teeth when he heard his phone make an annoying sound. What was that for again? Right. Messages. Who the hell texted him though? He didn't have any friends. He spit in the sink and rinsed out both his mouth and the sink before checking.
Unknown number :
received at 1:53 am
Sweet dreams, Kacchan <3
He dropped his phone when he read what it said, nobody had ever called him anything like that so he immediately knew who it was. He picked up his phone again and walked towards the door, to show his father but another message prompt quickly followed.
Unknown number :
received at 1:55 am
Ah, ah Kacchan. Don't show them, unless you want something to happen to them?
The blond sighed and turned back and crawled into bed, putting his phone on his nightstand before turning of the lamp next to it.
He ignored the sound of a new message and turned around, exhaustion quickly taking over as he shut his eyes.