Does It Ever Drive You Crazy

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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They could've just shot me in the head instead of this

panel redraw <3

pov: ur getting haunted by ur psycho ex boyfriend that u still have unresolved feelings for 🖐😔

With the birds

so shinsou is part of the bakusquad now ?

Gaming 🎮

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𖤓 part v. | series m.list | prev | part vi.

"hey, roomie."

the voice is familiarly boyish. raspier. deeper. it makes your stomach drop and your face drains of blood before it all rushes back to your cheeks when you're able to connect it to its owner.

you're frozen for a moment before slowly turning to meet his eyes. he looks just as tense as you felt.

touya's hands were shoved in the front pocket of his jeans with his thumbs sticking out- a longtime habit for the sake of "not overheating." he's taller- much taller than you remembered. he's a bit broader, and his hair had fully grown out the black box dye from high school, leaving behind his natural white locks.

"hey." you release a shaky exhale, resisting the urge to size him up and down. "what's up?"

"you needed a hand?" he nods towards the several logs of duffle bags filled to the brim laid out at your feet.

touya's careful to not break eye contact. he's scared that the second he looks away, you wouldn't dare look him in the eyes for the rest of the summer.

"i'm good. hawks said he was coming by to give me a hand." you awkwardly shift your feet, the palms of your hands suddenly gone clammy.

"yeah? well birdie told me that you wanted me to come help you with your shit?"

the stun from being face to face with touya again after all these years suddenly vanishes.

touya notices the shift in your expression, cocking an eyebrow in response. he thought he couldn't be any more anxious than he already was while approaching you, but when you're looking at him like that, he wishes the earth would open up and swallow him whole.

"what?" you exclaim, brows furrowed in confusion. "he told you that i wanted you to come help me?"

"well, when you say it like that, sweetheart, it sounds like you don't need my help after all." he scoffs, the tension in his shoulders melting away as a challenging smirk tug at the corners of his mouth.

your chest tightens. for a moment it feels like you're seventeen and this feels normal. ish.

"well i don't," you roll your eyes in annoyance, finally taking your chance to look away. "and don't call me that."

touya presses his lips together in a twinge of satisfaction. he almost forgot how easy it was to irritate you.

you reach down and throw a duffle over your shoulder, grabbing another one with your free hand. he quickly moves to grab the other two before you could oblige.

"going the same way anyways." he shoots you a side glance "don't get so antsy."

touya starts to walk off without another glance back at you. while you struggle to maintain your balance, he effortlessly has both duffle bags tossed over his shoulder, a hand still resting in his pocket.

heat rises to the tip of your ear as you follow behind him, keeping several feet of distance.

you have a bitter taste in your mouth, and touya's heart feels heavy.

he doesn't want to think about how he'll get through the night, let alone the entire summer. for two and half months, he'll wake up to you just across the cabin from him.

he wonders if you're just as neurotic about your night routine, or if you're just as stubborn about getting the bonfire lit by yourself. did you bring that one blanket you insistently had to have with you every camp? will two and half months be undoing to five years?

"do you have the schedule for tonight?" you broke the silence as you two come up to your cabin.

"don't you?" he drops your bags by the entrance. "never got in the habit of checking your emails?"

"shut up." you mutter.

"they still bite." he smirks. "i'll text it over to you."

you glance around the cabin. touya has a single large luggage and a backpack sitting against a wall that has yet to be unpacked. it seems like it's not just you that hasn't shaken off a bad habit.

touya takes your silence as a cue to leave. the air in the cabin had grown thick, almost impossible to breathe in. he reminds himself to look forward the the get together in hawks and tomura’s cabin. if he’s lucky, you wouldn’t want to come. if he’s lucky, he can dare to look you in the eyes again.

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Katsuki gets his card signed

Some pen sketches of Shota 🥰