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The slime villain incident had been all over the news for over a week now. It had shown no sign of slowing down in that time either, probably thanks to the involvement of All Might.
You didn’t personally know Bakugou, being a class under him. But you knew of him, and his reputation. This was the first week you could remember your study halls not interrupted by his yelling.
You’d only seen him cross paths with the usual victim of his anger and frustration. Instead of zeroing in on him, you watched him take on the roll of avoidance the green haired boy usually took on. Spinning on his heel to get away from the boy. When he walked past you, you could hear him muttering under his breath.
His presence was only moments in your day, you never put any actual thought into the angry blonde.
Today however, you found yourself in his path.
Walking home you heard the sounds of explosions and blasts. Knowing you shouldn’t, but unable to stop your curiosity you followed. Leading you to an out of the way alley. You couldn’t help but want to see what was causing the explosive blasts.
You found Bakugou setting up and using his quirk to blast bottles. He was smiling but you could feel anger radiating off of him.
Before you could continue on half of a broken bottle went flying towards you. You leapt to the side, but you weren’t fast enough. The broken glass lodged into your upper arm.
You dropped to your knees, gritting your teeth and started trying to remove the glass from your arm.
“Hold still.” Your body stopped shaking, immediately listening to his words. He dropped in front of you, using one hand to grip your arm. As soon as his fingers wrapped around your arm you saw his eyes widen. He looked at you, anger and accusation in his gaze. It didn’t make sense to you.
“What’s your quirk?” He asked, his fingers tightening, he cut the tip of one of his fingers, pushing the shard of glass further into your arm pulling you closer to him. Causing you to try and jolt back, but he kept you in place. He didn’t even flinch at his new cut.
“I asked you what your quirk was, are you dumb?”
Eyes watering now, you start to lose control of your breathing. “I don’t have one, and you’re hurting me.”
He didn’t let you go right away, he instead looked at you, studying you face. “Are you lying?”
“No, please it really hurts and your pushing the glass into my arm.” His grip finally loosened, his other hand reaching up and he began to pull the other shards of glass from your arm.
“Take your coat off and hand it to me.” His tone was commanding and authoritative. You could tell he was someone who wasn’t told no very often.
“My coat?”
“Yours is already fucked up, I’m not going to ruin mine when you’re already going to need a new one.” He began to pull off your coat, impatience not letting him to wait for you to listen. He ripped the inner lining out, used it as a makeshift bandage to wrap around your bleeding arm.
“Do you want to go to the hospital?” He asked.
“No, I don’t think any of it went that deep.”
“We’re you spying on me?”
“No, I just heard the noise and got curious.”
He stood and drug you up with him.
“You don’t have any idiotic ideas of telling anyone I was using my quirk do you?”
“No.”
“How are you going to explain your arm?” His face got close to yours, vermillion eyes staring you down. You felt like you were about to answer a test question.
“I’ll just say I tripped and landed on a bottle and it broke.”
He nodded, eyes still boring into you.
“I’ll walk you home.” He picked up your bag and waited for you to walk ahead of him.
“It’s fine, I don’t need you to walk me home.”
“I didn’t ask what you needed did I? And you clearly do if you hears explosions and you walk towards them. Start walking.”
He stayed silent, the tension and awkwardness building between the both of you. You felt as though there was ice in your stomach. You had a feeling you didn’t want him to know where you lived. Trying to think of a way out of him following you all of the way home you didn’t realize he had been speaking.
“Hey, are you ignoring me?”
“What? Sorry.”
“I said are you sure you’re quirkless?”
“You keep asking me that, why would I lie?”
He just nodded, looking deep in thought again.
Seeing an opportunity while he was inside his own mind you took your chance.
“This is my house, thank you for walking me home.”
Before he could answer or follow you you sped away, waving back at him. Walking through the gate to the backyard. Hoping no one who lived here was home and he wouldn’t question you not going in through the front door.
You peeked at him through the slits in the fence, watched him smile and shake his head and walk back the direction you came from. Counting to 100 and making your way out, looking in every direction before making your way to your actual house, 10 minutes further than where Bakugou and you had separated. Taking your first relieving breath when the door shut behind you.
Going to the bathroom and grabbing the first aide kit, taking care of your arm properly. Throwing on a long sleeve shirt and throwing away your destroyed coat. Not wanting to relive the awkwardness of this afternoon by having to explain it to your dad.
When you entered your room, walking to the window to open it and let fresh air into your room your eyes did a double take to the sidewalk in front of your house. The ice that had finally left your stomach seemed to trail down your back as you locked eyes with Bakugou. His smile widened and he waved at you, before turning again and leaving sight of your house.
You stood frozen for a moment, before rushing to close your blinds. Dropping to lean back under the window you covered your ears and tightly closed your eyes.
What was that all about?
———-
Bakugous POV
Bakugou laid in his bed, one hand behind his head, the other raised. He was studying his hand. He’d felt it again. This was the first time he’d used his quirk while feeling the tingling sensation running through his body.
His quirk was stronger, more precise. He felt his reign on his power was more in control. Which was impressive considering how much he’d already mastered his quirk.
For over a year now he’d randomly had the same sensation spread through out his body. Almost as if his arms and hands were falling asleep, but the feeling it gave him was the opposite. Whenever it happened he’d felt a crazed sense of euphoria. Like he could do anything. He assumed it was just a side effect of his quirk, the explosive element running throughout his veins.
He’d never thought to look for an outside source for the feeling. But when he touched that girl today, the already overwhelming sensation made it so he couldn’t breathe. He felt power run throughout his own body.
Was it her power he’d been feeling? That wouldn’t make sense, it was close to the same feeling as when he overused his quirk. It was his power, but it was more.
Maybe her quirk did something to those close to her? Just being near her maybe made you stronger?
Dropping his arm across his eyes, blocking out the light, he thought back to how she’d tried to lie to him. He knew she was lying before she even said a word.
Something in his mind seemed to whisper in his ear as she turned to speak to him.
“She’s going to trick you.” It said. It sounded like his voice. At first he thought the voice was talking about her being quirkless. But when she didn’t go to the front door, choosing to go through the gate he realized she was lying about being home. So he’d decided to pay her deceit back with some of his own.
When she’d entered her actual house, he could’ve sworn he felt her sigh of relief run through his own body. Wanting to make sure she knew he caught her in her lie he’d debated on knocking on the door with some excuse. Maybe he could get pushy, tell her to wait for him at her door for the walk to school the next day.
Just when he’d been about to step towards her house he felt like he was being watched, looking to a window being opened he couldn’t help the glee he felt watching the fear show on her face when she saw him. This was better. He liked how her fear made him feel.
He decided he’d let her think she was far from his mind. Ask questions of others. See if the euphoria sensation applied to everyone around her. If he’d get the same feeling being around her every time. Would his quirk be stronger in her presence every time? He needed answers. He also wanted to punish her for thinking she was smart enough to lie to him.
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Y/N POV
You had thought about pretending to be sick. The feeling of dread from the day before didn’t fully leave you. But you knew you couldn’t pull anything over on your dad.
Stepping out on to the side walk you found yourself looking in every direction. Paranoid, and you realized you were drawing attention to yourself with your constant searching.
Maybe he just wanted to make it a point that you had been caught in a lie. Your current state of paranoia was his punishment for you.
Throughout your day you had the same feeling of being watched. This time you were never able to find a culprit.
A few times throughout the next few days it seemed as if people were constantly running into you. Grabbing your hurt arm. Your shoulder. Some truly seemed accidental, but a few seemed intentional. Their apologies felt too forced.
What was going on? You’d seen glimpses of Bakugou, no more than you could remember happening before. He seemed content to just let the out of place afternoon stay in that moment. The only indicator that it had really happened was your slowly healing wound. It had been reopened several times by the clumsy people currently surrounding you. So it still looked and felt awful. It had some extra bruising around it if anything.
Sitting to eat your lunch you felt watched again. Every time you ate this week the overbearing feeling eyes on you made it difficult to swallow your food. Making you take almost twice as long to eat. You felt like you knew who was causing your distress, but you couldn’t prove it and you couldn’t even find him anywhere. He wasn’t in your class, so there was no reason for him to be anywhere near you.
You mixed your vegetables and meat into your rice and tried to push your unease into the back of your mind. Taking a bite you frown. You kept feeling like something was off with your food. You assumed you current state of mind was messing with your appetite.
The Weekend started tomorrow. You were hopeful that a weekend away would give your brain a reset.
——-
You had been making a habit of taking a different path home each day. You were starting to feel like a completely insane person, there was no need for you to be doing all of this.
Except for the way your muscles tensed and your teeth clenched uncontrollably.
A rough hand grabbed your wrist and squeezed hard, yanking you backwards.
“Ow , what..” Red eyes met yours.
“Hey, do you have to be home?”
No you didn’t. “Yes.” Bakugous eyes went wide, and he looked like he knew you were lying.
“You have someone waiting for you there?”
No, you’re dad wouldn’t be home until late. “Yes, I need to get home and have dinner with my dad.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes.
“I don’t like when people think I am stupid enough to be fucking lied to Princess.”
“I’m not lying.” You tried to pull your wrist out of his grip, he only tightened his grip, his face moved closer to yours.
“I could use my quirk right now, what do you think it would do to your wrist?”
You stopped fighting at his words. Not wanting to find out if he meant it. The look in his eye made you think he would.
“Don’t treat me like I’m fucking stupid. Come with me.” He went from gripping your wrist to linking his fingers with yours, pulling you along.
“I just want to go home.”
“Later.”
Resigned to your fate you let him lead you, hoping your gut feeling was wrong.
———
Bakugous POV
It was just him. He’d been sending people to touch her arm, her shoulder. None of them got the same euphoric high he did, her being around never changed anyone else’s mood either. He took two days of not searching her out. Seeing if he could sense her. Every time she was within where he could see her, the high came over him. He didn’t have to see her, but he knew when that tingling heat spread through out his chest she was nearby.
The feeling wasn’t new, he just knew the source now. He tried to remember any interaction with her before the alley and he drew a blank. He never thought to associate the feeling with anyone other than himself.
Gripping her hand tighter he grinned at the memory of the fear in her eyes at the threat of him using his quirk on her. Having her around made it easier on him to not take his frustrations out on shitty Deku. The less he had to talk to him the better.
He hadn’t realized he had tightened his grip until he heard her whimpering behind him. The sound made him swell in pleasure. The noise was just for him, her whimpering was his. He thought it was cute.
He was bringing her to one of his parents warehouses, where they kept excess supplies for their clothing business. They’d set up one of the storage units for him to practice his quirk. He could practice there without disturbing anyone. They knew he was going to great almost as much as he did. He’d been shooting the glass in the alley just out of impatience, he was so angry he couldn’t wait to blow something up to get here.
His impatience was fate. He wouldn’t have made the connection with Y/N if he hadn’t gone into the alley.
“Stop whining. We’re almost there.”
“W-where are we going?”
“My training area. I want to test something.”
She pulled back at that. When he turned to glare at her for daring to stop him he squinted at her in confusion at the fear on her face. Why was she scared now, he didn’t do anything this time.
“Why do you need me to test something?”
He sighed in annoyance. Why was she questioning him? Shouldn’t she just be grateful the future number one hero was giving her attention. Ungrateful. But he needed her cooperation for this.
“I’m not going to hurt you, okay. Just come with me. I want to practice with you in the room.”
He turned to continue on, but she planted her feet and tried to stop him from pulling her along. She was making it hard to be nice to her.
“Why do I have to be in the room?”
“Cause I want you there.”
“Why.”
“Can you just fucking come with me. I’ve never brought anyone here, can you try to not make this an unpleasant experience. Just fucking do what I am asking Princess.”
“Then you’ll let me go home?”
“Yes. I’ll even walk you.”
“I don’t want you to walk me.”
“I don’t think I asked.”
He smiled internally at her instigating a stare down. If she wanted to challenge him, he could work with that. Fuck, he wanted her to challenge him until she realized he’d always win her little pissing contests.
He stepped closer and gripped her chin, forcing her face closer to his.
“You like eye contact sweetheart? So do I.” She looked away at his words and he took his win. Mentally putting a tally in his column. This time when he pulled her along she didn’t put up any resistance. When he looked back she was letting him lead, looking down at the ground. Fucking right, just do what your told and let me do the thinking.
When he got into his training room he locked the door behind them, enjoying her flinch at the sound of the lock securing.
“Just go sit over on the chair over there.” He nodded towards his desk and chair he used for homework.
He watched her rush over to the chair, swallowing annoyance at the relief he sensed run through her at not having to be so close to him.
He went through setting up his targets, they were simple things but his mom refused to buy more sturdy ones now. He wanted to practice more than just targets, but that wouldn’t work in this space. Even with all of the reinforcements on his unit.
He felt the tingling relief shoot out of his arm as he aimed for the first target. There was a difference with her here. His aim was already amazing, but her presence made his shot perfect, he was had a significant amount of control. He almost doubled how quick he could make his way through all of his targets.
When he turned to look at her, he grinned wider at her instinct to back the chair from him a few feet.
He set the targets up again. This time he held his hand out to Y/N. “Come here.”
She stayed on the chair.
“If I have to bring you over here you’re not going to like it. I told you this doesn’t have to be unpleasant.”
He partly hoped she’d make him come get her, picturing tangling his fingers in her hair and dragging her over. Before he could step towards she stood up. He had to focus to keep the disappointment off of his face.
When she was within reaching distance he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him.
“Good girl, finally you stopped being stupid.” He lifted her hand to his shoulder. “Put your hand between my shoulder blades. Don’t move it off, keep your hand touching me the whole time.”
Relief with the high came with her touch. He felt like all of the tension left his body as she spread her fingers between his shoulder blades, her finger tips grazing his neck.
The power behind his explosions was more intense than he could remember feeling. Without the kickback. What the fuck was she? He couldn’t believe this wasn’t a quirk. Why did it only affect him?
“You have a phone?”
“Yes.”
“Go get it.”
He pulled his out and held his hand out for hers.
“Don’t blow it up please.” She said quietly.
“I’m not, just give me the phone.” He looked at the Lock Screen, a picture of her with a couple of faceless girls and guys greeted him. Nobodies.
“Unlock the screen moron.” He grabbed her thumb and unlocked it, swiping the screen open. He dialed his phone and answered it. Handing his phone to her.
“Leave your shit here. I want you to walk away from the building until I say stop. stay on the phone.”
“I don’t understand what you’re doing.”
“You don’t have to understand, you just need to listen.”
He walked her to the door to unlock the padlock. Grabbing her wrist before she could walk out of the door. “You seem smart enough to know that you’re to come back, am I wrong?”
Her eyes went to the ground. “I’ll come back.”
He let her go. “I’m trusting you, don’t break it.” He held her phone up to his ear, closing the door behind her. “When you get to the exit turn right and just walk in a straight line until I say to stop.”
“Okay.”
He didn’t like that, he’d have to think of what he wanted her to refer to him as once the day was over.
The tingling still hadn’t left, it’d only been about three minutes of her walking. He didn’t feel her presence all day at school, it seemed odd that the sensation hadn’t gone away. He fired an explosion. It was still stronger and smoother.
“Can you warn me next time.”
“Tch, fine. Are you still walking?”
“Yes, are you ever going to explain any of this to me.”
“When you need to know I’ll tell you Princess.”
“My name is Y/N.”
“I know your name sweetheart.”
Ten minutes. Why was this feeling still there? He listened to her breathing for a few moments before something clicked in his brain.
“Hang up the phone Princess, answer when I call back.”
As soon he hung up Bakugous body ran cold. They were connected still by the phone? They were still technically connected that way. Why would that work. As his questions were being answered more questions were making themselves known.
He set up his targets and tried to get the feeing back on his own without her near him. He still hits every target and does so quickly. But there’s kickback, others might not be able to see it, but his explosion lack the same power behind them.
Rolling his shoulder to get rid of the soreness he looks down at her phone. Taking a moment to add his fingerprint to it, he needed as much access to her as he could get. He sorted through her messages and pictures, opening her apps and trying to get a more solid picture of her. He emailed a few of the pictures and connected her texts to his email. He had to keep an eye what she was up to when he wasn’t around.
Deleting any sign of what he’d done he called his phone. Entering his name and number into her phone.
“Hello?”
“Come back now.” His eyes rolled back at her presence sent relief sinking into his muscles.
He could feel your hesitation. Taking a deep breath he steadied his voice and kept his irritation out of it.
“I’ll meet you halfway Princess. You didn’t go anywhere you weren’t supposed to right.”
Silence.
“I told you to take a right and go straight until I said stop.”
“I took a couple of turns, I didn’t know the roads ahead and I wanted to stay more where there were people.”
“Get back here.”
“Okay, I’m coming.” He could picture her picking up her pace at the anger in his voice. He went to wait outside the gate. When she got close to him, he preened a little at her heavy breathing from her rushing to do what he said. Getting her to do what he wanted was getting more addicting the more he spent time with her.
He stayed silent and held the door open for her. This time focusing on her face when he locked the door. Walking past her he picked up more targets and handing them to her.
“Set them up randomly.”
“Me?”
“Do you see anyone else in here?”
She took a moment, not wanting to walk out to where he shot off he blasts, avoiding his gaze. She set up one, looking back at him. He waited until her shoulders relaxed with the fourth one. Enjoying her scream as the target her hands had just left seconds before blew up.
“Set up the next one Sweetheart.” He crouched down watching her, waiting to see any hesitation. But she moved fast. She learned quick he thought. He thought he’d reward her by letting her set up in peace.
She practically ran out, getting behind him as quick as she could.
“Put your arms around me this time.”
His couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face this time. Happy with how quickly she listened.
———
Y/N POV
You had no clue what was going through Bakugous mind. None of this afternoon made any sense. Did he just want to show off his quirk? Why was he so aggressive with it.
You knew he was mad about you turning down a different path but he clearly over reacted. You decided to just do what he said and hoped it got you home quicker.
When he’d shot the target next you, you’d almost peed your pants. Your head was still ringing. Your vision in your left eye was blurry too.
Bakugou couldn’t even give you any form of explanation as to why you are having to endure this. You watched as he went threw your target set up. He was impressive. In any other situation you would be excited to watch him work. You wonder if he planned to try and go into UA. He has to be.
You had your arms wrapped around him, it was a strange sensation. Like you could feel the power flowing through his body and out through his hands. Once he’d finished, he gripped one of your hands and flattened it over his heart. You could feel it thumping under your palm. Unsure of what to do you laid your head in between his shoulder blades. The both of you quiet while his breathing leveled. His hand over yours pressing it harder into his chest.
Even as his breathing slowed, his heart continued its rapid pace.
“What do you feel when you touch me?” He broke the silence.
“What do you mean?”
He turned in your hold, moving your hand back over his heart, pressing with both of his now.
“What do you feel? Does anything weird happen?”
“More weird than someone wanting me to put my hand on them while they use their quirk?”
“So you don’t feel anything.”
“Right now, I am am just scared, overwhelmed and confused Bakugou. I don’t understand what all of this was about.”
His hand went up to cup your cheek. The softness of the moment had you leaning into his touch, grateful for a break from the tension in your belly.
“You’re not lying.”
He wasn’t asking this time, like he knew.
Linking his hand in yours he walked you to your school bag, he switched your phones back.
“When I call you, answer.” He said, pressing the phone into your hand.
You swung you bag across your back and adjusted the twisted straps. When you looked up at Bakugou, ready for him to lead you out of his training space, he was already looking at you. His hand went back to your cheek, soothing and warm. The breath left your body as he shoved you unexpectedly against the wall. Pinning your to the wall with his body. The hand on your face pushed into your jaw until your mouth opened.
You heard him making noises through his nose and throat, trying to get away from his grasp, but his hold on you was too tight.
He spit in your mouth, and thanks to your trying to get away some of it dropped down your cheek. Using his hand he closed your mouth, breathing difficult through his tight grip on your face.
His mouth went close to your ear, his breath tickling the edge of it.
“I want you to listen to what I am about to say. You keep your mouth shut and hold my spit in there. And stop fucking moving so you can hear what I am about to say to you. Do you understand?”
You froze, just wanting to leave, you listen.
“I don’t like being lied to, when I asked if you had something to do this afternoon you lied. When I asked if you had someone waiting, you lied. When I walked you home, you lied about which house was yours. We haven’t spoken very much and nearly every thing you’ve said to me has been a fucking lie. I don’t like it, and I expect you not to lie to me anymore. Nod your head if you understand.”
You nod.
“This is a punishment for that, behave and we can have a better time from now on. Do you understand me?”
You nod again, trying to stop your eyes from tearing up.
“Swallow Princess.”
You tried to listen, but gag when you try. You can’t seem to make it go down. You felt his mouth curve into a smile where he’d pressed it to your cheek. His raspy voice whispering in your ear again.
“You shouldn’t be struggling to swallow Sweetheart. You’ve already been eating my spit everyday this week for your first lie.”
When you jerked back the force of hitting your head against the wall forced the spit down your throat.
“It was fun to watch you eat your lunch everyday. Knowing what I’d done to it. Once I saw you looking at your food trying to figure out if something was odd about it. When you kept eating, I don’t even know if I can tell you what it did to me.”
“Why are you doing this to me? I don’t understand.”
He pulled back to look you in the eye, using both hands to cup your face. His thumbs wiping tears from your cheeks.
“Oh Sweetheart, I don’t know the right words to tell you, but I have a feeling you were made to mine. Not in a silly soulmate way, but I think somehow, I just know, you belong to me. And I am not unhappy at the thought of that.”
“You’re crazy.” You try to push past him. He won’t let you, your head flew to the side. The sting of his slap to your face brought the blurry vision in your eye.
“Do not call me crazy, I’m not the one who was put here to make me feel like this. To do whatever it is your doing to me. If you want to be mad at someone be mad at yourself, for being nosy in that alley way and alerting me to your existence.” He stepped back and without his support you fell to your knees.
He helped you up, pressing where your cut from the broken glass was. Watching your face cringe.
“I love the noises you make for me.”
He took your bag back off your shoulder, picked you up and he sat on the chair you’d previously occupied. Holding you while you whimpered and cried.
“Shhh, it’s over now. There doesn’t have to be any more. Just don’t treat me like I’m stupid, don’t lie to me Princess. Okay?”
You nod your head and he continued to cradle you. You just wanted to go home. Bakugou moved your arms to wrap around his neck, making his hold on you more intimate. You could hear his steady breathing and you started to match his breaths.
You don’t know how long you sat wrapped around him when he finally stood, helping you to stand. He picked up your bag and putting it on himself and linking your hand in his, he walked you home. He talked to you almost the whole walk home, and giving you his expectations of you from now on. About how you were going to get to know each other better.
Thank goodness it’s the weekend. You needed these two days now.
———
When your dad got home you wanted to tell him. He sat in the kitchen and ran his hands through hair. He looked so worn down you couldn’t bring yourself to add to whatever was weighing on him. You’re mom had left with no warning not even a full year ago.
You could handle Bakugou. Maybe he just needed someone to be around for him? He seemed to have friends, but maybe they were just people hanging around to take advantage of his potential as a pro later? You can handle that.
Monday morning you were surprised to step out your door and see Bakugou waiting for you. He looked relaxed, but you could see him shifting the weight in his feet, ready to go after you if you tried to go back in.
Remembering what you’d resolved you take a breath and keep eye contact with him as you approach.
“Good morning.” You smiled at him, hoping it looked convincing. Your throat felt tight.
“Morning Princess.” His smile looked anything but reassuring.
Your dad walked out the door behind you, stopping both of you in your tracks.
“You forgot to grab your lunch Y/N.” He said handing you the forgotten lunch. He looked towards Bakugou and you watched Bakugous chameleon skills. If you didn’t know any better you would be fooled into thinking he was nothing but a charming boy.
“I set it up so we walk to and from school together, when I noticed she usually walks alone.”
Your dad thrilled at the idea of you having someone walking you home. He’d never much enjoyed the fact you walked alone.
As he walked to get ready for work he shouted back.
“Keep my girl safe.”
Bakugou looked smug as he turned to look you in the eyes.
“Oh I’ll treat her like a Princess.”
The look in his eye made you feel like his version of treating someone like a Princess was very different from yours.
———
6 months later
Looking at yourself in the mirror you don’t look like yourself. You’d lost weight, Bakugou was so demanding of your time. Your grades had even started to slip. The stress of trying to keep him happy had taken your appetite.
Watching him improve everyday with his quirk training had distracted you for awhile. He was fascinating to watch, you couldn’t help but look at him in awe. He’d eventually added devices so he could place targets on the ceilings.
You had finger print bruises from his grabbing you all over. Constantly directing you where he wanted you. Spitting in your food, your drinks and your mouth whenever you displeased him was a common occurrence. It wasn’t just for lying anymore, it was a display of ownership you’d realized. He seemed to search out reasons to demonstrate his control over you.
A few of your friends had expressed their jealously at how much attention the blond was giving you. You were willing to trade places with any of them, but you didn’t say that. Afraid he’d know what you’d said. He always seemed to know.
You’re dad even seemed to fawn over him. The weekends thankfully, you still had to yourself. You usually stayed in your room. Afraid that if you tried to do anything outside of the house he’d be there.
There was one particularly bad day, no matter how well you listened, or tried to soothe the angry boy he couldn’t keep his anger in check. He’d slapped you repeatedly. Muttering incoherently. From what you could gather the boy who used to get the brunt of his anger was also trying to go to UA.
You didn’t understand why it mattered. You thought that boy was quirkless anyway, why did this affect him so much?
He didn’t practice that day, after he took out his anger on you he’d just sat with you in his lap. Leaned against the wall.
“Princess? Are you mad at me?”
You’d been trained well enough by now, you knew the script by heart.
“No Katsuki. I’m not mad.” He’d pulled you back from him. Running his hand along the redness of your cheek. You’d learned long ago not to pull away so you pushed into his palm.
“I can’t stop being angry. I’ll try harder.” You smiled at him and forced your muscles to relax further melting into him.
“I know, I know you don’t meant to hurt me.”
“I’ll get better.” You both know the other is lying. He wasn’t going to get better and he does mean to hurt you.
When he’d gotten his acceptance letter Bakugou had been as close to normal as he could. It was the nicest day you’d had with him.
He still brought you to his training room, but this time he’d brought you food. He’d cooked for you.
“You’ve been helping me train, so I went through the trouble to make you a few things I know you like.”
He sat a plate down in front of you. Before you could try and eat he pulled the plate back.
“I made this for you, I didn’t have to.”
You realized your mistake.
“Thank you Katsuki for thinking of me when you didn’t have to.”
His fingers traced along your cheek, and he finally pushed your plate back in front of you. Sitting across from you he began eating his own meal.
“I found schools close to UA, for you to try and get into next year. So we can still see each other Princess, I’ll put the brochures in your bag. I still think you should try for UA. Obviously you can’t do the hero course but there’s other options. These ones would make good alternatives.”
“I can try Katsuki.” The more you said his name the longer he’d stay calm. You had no intention of going to any of the schools near here. Your dad had gotten a promotion and you’d be gone from here soon. You’d figured out he always knew when you lied, so you would still put in the applications. You’d said you’d try after all. In just two weeks you’d be away from this nightmare.
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Most of your room was packed, you were leaving around lunch time the next day. You already felt lighter. Free. You could make new friends, and focus on yourself again. Instead of trying to maintain and stabilize Bakugous moods.
“Okay, you wrote down what you wanted for me?”
“It’s all on the list!”
“Okay, I’ll be back soon! Try and get the last of your room done.”
Setting to work you were pleased to have finished before he returned, just your mattress, a pillow and blanket remaining to be packed the next day.
Going to the bathroom to brush your teeth and change for the night you can’t help but hum in happiness. Finally, you had an out.
Walking back into your room, the sight of Bakugou on your bed, staring at all of your boxes had ice sliding down your spine.
“Katsuki, what are you…”
“We’re you keeping a secret from me Sweetheart?”
“I’m sorry.” You say before you could register what was happening. He’d trained you well.
“For what? For not telling me? For pretending you were going to try for the other schools? I need you to be more specific for me Princess.”
He stood and started slowly walking towards you. The face of patience, but you knew it was a lie.
“I was scared to tell you, and I did put in an application at UA like you asked.”
He gripped you around the waist.
“Mmmm did my clever Princess figure out a way around my lie detector? That’s not very nice. Is it?”
Wrapping your fingers around his upper arm, you try to look small. He liked it when you shrunk into yourself.
“No, I just didn’t want to make you mad.” This wasn’t a lie. You were going to sneak away like a coward in the night. “My dad got a promotion so we’re going to be traveling for a couple of years. Moving every few months to the different locations. We might end up back here.” You tried to sound like you were hopeful for that outcome, even though you were pray to end up as far from here as possible. Holding your breath as he brushed the hair out of your face.
“You plan on keeping my number in your phone?”
“I will if you want me to.”
“I do, and I still want you to answer when I call.”
“Okay.”
“Princess?”
“Katsuki?”
“Give me your hand.”
You were horrified when he kissed your palm, looking you in the eye. What was he doing. You looked away wanting to avoid whatever emotion he was looking at you with.
A burning sting had you had you trying to pull your hand back. Bakugou was biting your hand, under your thumb. He turned you with him, backing you into the corner of your room, biting down harder until he broke skin.
“It hurts, please stop, please Katsuki! Please, it’s too much!”
When he released his jaw, he ran his tongue over his teeth. Still holding your wrist he pulled out a small glass tube that ended in a decorative bulb.
“I’d been thinking of this for awhile, wanted to be nicer about it but you forced me into a spot.” Using his red stained teeth he uncapped it. Holding the lip of it to your bleeding palm, he squeezed. Causing you to grit your teeth at the ache and sharp pain.
“This way, I’ll always have you near me Sweetheart. Don’t want you getting any idea of me forgetting you.” Gripping your chin, his thumb wiping the tears from your eyes. “You’ll always be on my mind, but at least now we’ll have a connection until I get you back.”
His words were nice, but you heard nothing but a threat. He walked back towards the window, sitting and spinning around so he could jump out.
“Katsuki!”
You waited for him to look back at you, eyebrow raised to ask him.
“What did I do? For you to have done all of this.”
He didn’t move from his spot on the window. He did smile, looking lost in thought.
“You didn’t do anything, I just think you’re pretty when you cry.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I liked watched you try so hard to be what I needed, knowing you weren’t going to succeed. I liked watching your light burn out whenever you realized you failed.”
He hopped out of the window, onto the rooftop below. Turning to face you before leaving completely.
“I told you, I think you were made to be whatever I need from you. Everything was just because I wanted to, and you’re here to let me Princess.” He turned and walked to the edge of the roof.
“Enjoy your space while you have it. I’ll be seeing you again Princess.” With that he jumped off. Leaving you to bandage your hand. Giving your dad some lame excuse for the bandages when he came back.
He sounded so confident that you were going to be back with him, but you had no intention of letting that happen.
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8 years later
You’d seen him all over the news. He was constantly in your peripheral vision. If you didn’t know any better you’d swear he got famous solely to always ensure his presence invaded your life.
Once the war with Shigiraki ended and the new hero system set up, Dynamight was never in the same place. You kept up with his travels, wanting to make sure he was never in your city.
Watching him fight on screen, you sometimes wondered if he’d changed at all. He seemed to work well with Deku. You never expected that. As bad as he was to you, he had treated him worse for years.
You hoped he had gotten better. You couldn’t deny Dynamight was an amazing hero. Deserving of his spot fluctuating between the number one and two spots.
You just wondered if Katsuki Bakugou lived up to Dynamight. Whenever he was on screen you worried the scar on your palm with your ring and middle finger. From the looks of it he was staying in Tokyo for awhile. A couple of months at least. Working with Red Riot It looked like.
His constant moving around made you uncomfortable. You felt conceited thinking it had anything to do with you. It was constantly on the back of your mind. He always seemed to know where you were in school, he just need to be close. It was like he had a second quirk, find Y/N whenever he wanted to.
You’d stayed off all social media’s, even changed your name after your father passed. Not wanting to give him anyway of finding you. You didn’t even carry a cell phone anymore. You stayed as low key as you could. Always feeling as if it wasn’t enough.
He wasn’t looking for you, that would be ridiculous. You said this several times to yourself a day. Hoping to manifest it into reality.
You found a job at a flower stand. You loved getting to put together different arrangements, and it gave you a way to be social while cutting yourself off from so many.
Being on your feet all day however, you did not enjoy. You couldn’t wait to take your shoes off.
Removing your shoes wasn’t as satisfying as you had hoped, so you unbuttoned your jeans and removed them too. Finding the satisfaction you were looking for and slipping on your soft slippers.
“Three more days, then I get a day to rest.” Heading straight to your fridge you pull out left overs from the previous night. Turning on your radio as you waited for the microwave to heat your plate. Swinging your hips to the music.
Calling your voicemail from your land line you put it on speaker, getting seasoning for your food ready.
“Hey Baby, I just wanted to remind you to shoot me a list of what you want for snacks around the house this weekend. If you get a chance to call me when your home I’d like to hear your voice before I go in for my shift! Love you beautiful.”
You looked at the clock, he’d already be starting work, you’d stayed later than you intended. You decide you can send him a picture from your shower to make up for it. One thing you wished you had a cell phone for, ease of picture taking. Especially personal ones.
“He’s talking incredibly intimate to someone whose been taken since middle school. Don’t you think Princess.”
You didn’t even think, just threw the hot plate at his face. He knocked the plate out of the way like one would flick a bug.
“That wasn’t the hello I wanted.”
You ran for the door before he could finish his sentence. You knew it was hopeless but you thought you’d make it more than three steps before you felt his arms wrap around you. Bending you over the counter, pressing against you to hold you in place.
“It is the hello I expected though.” His finger traced over the scarring from his bite. “You couldn’t get away from me when we were kids, why would you even bother to try it now?”
A pinch in your neck had you screeching. Bakugou hushing you, like he was capable of calming you.
“It’s okay, I am bringing you home Princess.”