BikerBakugou X Ballet Instructor

Leather and Lace

BikerBakugou x Ballet instructor

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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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it’s still so frustratingly embarrassing for tomura; the glances glazing over him by the passersby, being present, taking up space, all of it. despite all of the time that had passed and the constant work in therapy and counseling, nothing was harder than existing.

“i want to go inside,” tomura mutters, his gloved fingers tapping against his outstretched legs.

it was a bit humid, and the sun was beating down on the two of you, but you knew tomura was itching for a hoodie to hide under. he desperately wanted to be invisible.

“this is nice though, isn’t it?” you sigh in content, leaning your head back and letting the sunlight engulf your face. “i don’t remember the last time i was able to sit in a park like this.”

“it feels too open.”

“does it feel too open or are you just too used to being trapped?” you squint your eyes open, slightly peering over at him next to you on the bench.

he scoffs and kicks your foot with his. you catch the end of his eye roll and take it as an opportunity to scoot in closer, letting your thighs graze together.

“sorry,” you whisper, resting your head on his shoulder. “i know it’s hard.”

hard wasn’t the word tomura would use to describe his recovery process. he felt lost- as if he had been dumped in the middle of the desert with no sense of direction, and the worst of it all was that it was lonely.

spinner had written his book. dabi was in his family’s care. toga was off in quirk counseling. you were rapidly progressing. he was nothing.

“what do i do now?” he whispers back to you- something that you two often did for a private moment when you caught each other in the hallways of the rehabilitation center.

“we,” you emphasize, looping your arm in tomura’s, “are free to do whatever we want.”

“we…” he slowly repeats, “you know, you don’t have to stick with me anymore,” he half heartedly chuckles, “you can do whatever you want now that we’ve graduated from this bullshit.”

you think back on those late nights at the hideout when you two would be the only ones up. you'd be sitting at the bar, knees to knees, closely leaning into one another, talking in hushed tones, and exchanging light touches as you pass an energy drink back and forth.

you remember those times fondly where you could pretend to be anyone else, but there was always that looming dread in the back of your head during those days.

this won’t last forever.

i can’t get too attached.

i’ll love you for as long as i can.

here you were now, side by side as things turned out wildly different from what you expected- that the next time you’d see tomura would be in the afterlife.

you’ve spent too long shutting down any thought of the future that envisioning it now leads to a scribbled mass of grey in your mind. you couldn’t visualize it. no plan. no expectancies. nothing. you had nothing to be sure of except for the fact that you and tomura were here and alive.

where else would you want to be?

you don’t say anything except for a hm that you breathed out.

tomura’s deep exhale almost nudges you off of his shoulder. you’re half tempted to peer up at his face to gauge his expression, but the fidgety hands in his lap already gives away his feelings as the beat of silence passes.

“you remember what we talked about? all those years ago when we were hiding out at that shitty bar?”

“we talked a lot, babe,” you lightly chuckle, “you’re going to have to be a bit more specific than that.”

“about what we’d do if things were different.”

“rob a bank and leave japan with new identities?” you joke.

tomura deadpans, “dumbass, i’m talking about the last night that… you know.”

the last night you were you?

“oh that conversation,” you mutter, uncomfortably shifting in your seat, "remind me what we talked about?”

“you don’t remember?”

truthfully, it would be impossible for you to forget when that conversation was the only thing that got you through the agonizing nights in the hospital room when you thought you had been the only survivor.

“i do, but i like hearing you talk so remind me anyway.”

tomura responds with an annoyed huff, “well if you remember, then i’m not going to repeat it. i just mentioned it because clearly neither of us know what the fuck we’re going to do with our lives after this.”

you unloop your arm from his and sit up, making him snap his attention towards you. it was the first time today that he looked you in the eyes. his cheeks were flushed from the sun- the first sign of life in his face in a long time after the limited outside time allotted from the rehab facility.

“we talked about wanting a quiet life,” you quietly say, reaching your hand up to tuck a tuft of his shaggy hair behind his ear. “not in the country though. you wanted to stay in the city for the convenience, so maybe a nice little apartment. you still want that?”

he slowly nods his head. “think so.”

from his ear, your hand trails down to his jaw and neck, running across old scars from deep scratches.

“and i specifically remember you being so mad at me when i laughed at you when you said you didn’t give a fuck about anything else as long as you could have a dog.”

“still want one,” he mutters.

“and then…” you continue slowly, resting your hand on the rough skin of his neck, “i told you that i was a cat person, but i didn’t care as long as we…”

you couldn’t bring yourself to finish the sentence. it had always been an unwritten rule to never talk about the “what ifs” and “what could’ve beens” in the hideout, but you always loved breaking the rules, and tomura loved entertaining your thoughts.

the tips of his ears began to match the blush on his cheeks.

“keep going,” he barely whispers, keeping his eyes locked on yours- one of the small meaningful things that he had grown to do over the last few years in therapy.

“as long as we could be together. i just wanted to be with you.” you quietly say. “i still do. if that's okay."

a beat of silence passes. a life with you. a dog and maybe a cat. nothing else. no expectations. just you and whatever "normal" life you two could live.

“we should…” he trails off for a moment, thinking of the right words to say, “get married?”

you blink one. twice.

“hah?” you exclaim, recoiling back.

your hand slaps onto the back of the bench to leverage yourself through the motion.

“what?” his face deepens in color “what else are we supposed to fucking do?"

“how did we go from yeah i want to move into an apartment and raise a dog with you to marriage?” you laugh, almost unbelieving.

“i don’t know? just shut up,” he grumbles, “forget i said anything.”

tomura turns his head away from you, looking off in the other direction as he curses at himself. he doesn’t know how to tell you that yes, that’s exactly what he wants too- that existing may be hard, but he wants nothing more than to do it with you.

his face is burning from the embarrassment, but you’re still giggling to yourself and he can’t resist himself from turning back to watch.

you two have never dared to utter “i love you” to one another before, but in that moment , he felt it on the tip of his tongue and for once, he’s not afraid to let it out.

“i love you, okay?” he says confidently, but his eyes are unable to meet yours until you force them to.

you reach up and hold his face in your hands, bringing him in closely. “i love you,” you lightly run your thumbs across the apples of his cheeks as his eyes dart back and forth between yours, “and we should get married."

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BikerBakugou x Ballet instructor

Part 1

It wasn’t uncommon for you to not pay attention to your surroundings, especially when it came to crowed surroundings. You often got lost in the vibrations the rippled across the floor and climbed up to your ankles as what ever song boomed from the stage that you purposely stayed far away from. Crowds weren’t your thing, but they were certainly called to your friend who always seemed to rope you into coming to things like this. If Mina knew a lot of people would be some where, best believe she planned to be there first.

Your phone is set to silent and slid into your back pocket just as your finger pressed send on your last message to the ass hole you’d just met this morning. If his sheer disinterest and lack of human decency wasn’t enough to scrunch your nose in disgust, his teasing messages about paying attention to ‘the set’ surely were able to send a crippling anxiety up your spine. You knew from the moment you met him you didn’t like him one bit- and judging by the cocky glint in his eyes that were set on you as you look up to the stage, you knew you never would.

“I’m going to get some air.” You call to Mina, who was swaying to the music that had yet to start playing. “It’s getting stuffy in here.”

“What!? Jiros about to start playing.” You recognized the high pitched whine in her voice and recoiled as her hand wrapped around your wrist to keep you planted as you desperately wished to run. “They’re only playing 3 songs, we’ll head out after! She said she’d meet us in the side alley anyway! You’ll get your air later.”

You knew that even if you wanted to (which you did) Mina wouldn’t let you miss your friend’s debut as the new lead guitarist. You just couldn’t shake the burning feeling of disbelief and anger as your eyes scan the stage, locking Eyes briefly the the drummer. You felt guilty for wanting to ditch Jiros performance but after the very short interaction and the texts from the man still watching you- you wished you could.

Thirty minutes pass painfully slow, every song was followed with a talking segment that lasted far too long and every song seemed to play in for hours opposed to the few short minutes they actually echoed around you. On top of your clear distaste for one of the members onstage- the crowed had begun to go wild with every passing second. You’d been bumped, elbowed and stepped on more times than you could count before Mina excitedly pulled you away from the crowed and into the ally to meet Jiro.

“Babe what gives!?” She all but shrieks as the cold wind brushes over your warm skin. “She was killin it up there and you didn’t even bib your head!”

“Sorry Mina, I just-.” You pause, unsure of what exactly you should tell her. It wasn’t fair to Jiro that a man you met a single time could ruin your night and take away any effort you had to support her. “The drummer is a dick and I didn’t know he’d be here. It just put me in a sour mood to see him up there with our girl.”

“You know Bakugou?” She asks in bewilderment, her eyes glued to the door that opens beside where the two of you stood. “Well come back to this- Jiro!! You rocked!”

Jiro was the first of four people to join you in the ally, her smile the brightest you’ve ever seen, making your guilt grow further. You really should have ignored your personal feelings and supported her the way she deserved. She was glowing, and pulling Mina into and offering you a happy wave.

“Not a fan of our music?” The gravely voice you’d heard speak a single sentence laughs from beside you. With Mina gushing to the only other person you knew here, you had no choice but to turn to face him. “I thought we did pretty good up there, so why were you scowling?”

Your breath hitches as your head turns, he was far too close for comfort and it offered you the perfect view of his very sweaty tshirt that held his crossed arms. You can’t help but take a step back, moving your eyes from his chest to meet his eyes quickly. Just like before, he seemed absolutely uninterested in your presence dispute is attempt at getting a rise out of you.

“Because your presence makes me sick.” The shaky undertone of your voice was evident, and it made his smirk grow even further. “You’re an ass, and frankly if I knew you’d be here I’d have stayed home.”

“A nameless face in the crowd wouldn’t be missed anyway, extra.” His voice was wrapped dangerously with arrogance driven venom, and it made your neck burn to hold eye contact. “The nerd sent me the money you owed me.”

“You’re welcome, by the way.” Finally, you find the courage to cross your own arms and glare at him. “You didn’t deserve a single penny.”

“Am I supposed to thank you for replacing the shit your dumb ass damaged?” The wind blows around you, picking up scattered pieces of trash as he waits for an answer he knew he wasn’t getting. “Curious why he paid your debt though, the guy can’t pull so I know you aren’t dating the guy.”

“For your information jackass, he has a girlfriend and has for a while.” If there’s one thing you’d put your sudden nerves away for, it would be to defend someone as kind and sweet as your neighbor. “He paid for it so I wouldn’t tell my dad what you do for a living. Again- you’re welcome.”

The others have begun to make their way toward the two of you, happy smiles and upbeat conversation traveling between them as your hate filled conversation with their friend remains obvious to them. You weren’t sure if he’d told any of his band mates how he knew you or why you’d been staring holes into his head during the performance, but you were sure none of them were aware of your fathers career or how easily you could ruin the cocky blondes beside you.

“The hell would I care what your dad thinks?” It’s sad to admit but you enjoy the fact that he’s unaware of how easily you could get him in legal trouble. You have half a mind to tell him, but he opens his mouth before you can. “You aren’t the only person who knows a police officer.”

“How-?” Your friends look between you, worried and confused glances shared between you and Bakugou as your mouth hangs open. Did Izuku tell him? “Did-?”

“Don’t think that you could ever put me in a position to ask you for a favor, including keeping your mouth shut.”

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𖤓 part x. | series m.list | prev | part xi.

“are these kids fucking dumb?” tomura leans back and whispers through the metal whistle resting against his lips, “like just get the ball in the net, how hard is that?”

you two sat at the ledge of the dock ankle deep in the lake, lightly kicking the water up a few feet ahead of you. while tomura was hunched forward, with his eyes locked on the game, you were leaning back on the balls of your hands and taking in the sunshine through dark sunglasses. only half of your attention was on the campers swimming back and forth the same 30 meters chasing after the highlighter-yellow ball.

“i don’t know shigs, water polo is-”

your hand flies up to your ear as you’re cut off by the piercing high pitch whistle from between his lips.

“hey!” tomura calls, “elbows to yourself or i’ll eject your ass, sis! don’t think i won’t.”

the competitiveness runs in the family.

“keep everything under the water, guys,” you remind in a gentler tone, “if we can’t see it, it’s legal…ish.”

you blow your own whistle to resume the game before turning and landing a punch on tomura’s shoulder.

“a warning next time, dumbass, you almost blew out my eardrum,” you groan, plugging a knuckle in your ear.

“well someone has to pay attention and ref don’t they? can’t even coach my team either because we’re down two idiots to help run this shit show.”

“the counselors were never this strict with us when we were kids, shigs," you return the attitude, "speaking of the idiots though, where did those two run off to? you saw hawks this morning?"

“clearly you've never had to have kaina as your counselor," he scoffs, "but, you seriously asking me where hawks is on a lake day?” he turns his head back at you and cocks an eyebrow, “as for your boy toy, i have no clue.”

“not my boy toy. don't call him that.” you reach over off the dock and grab a handful of water before throwing it at the back of tomura’s head. “i’m only asking because he wasn’t in the cabin when i woke up.”

"don't overthink it. probably just off plotting to piss his dad off or something." he shakes the water from the hair clinging to the back of his neck, "you know him."

you knew touya was never the one to pass up on a day in the lake. when you were kids, he’d always start the summer off by highlighting the lake days on the calendar. always the first one to jump in. always begging you to sneak out past curfew for a dip- even if it just meant you sitting on the dock with your knees up to your chin watching him go in circles.

there was a specific rush that touya was always chasing- the feeling of being swallowed whole by freezing waters when the surface tension is broken against dry skin. there was nothing as euphoric as the chatter of the world muffled to nothing as water rushed in his ears.

when did he grow out of this?

despite the beautiful day and itinerary of outside activities, there’s a twinge of anxiety bubbling in your chest that you couldn't shake.

“i think i should go look for him,” you suddenly say, pulling your feet out of the water.

“of course you do,” tomura mutters, “sure, leave me alone to watch over these kids who are all actively trying to drown one another.”

as you open your mouth to return a snarky response, you’re met with screams and cheers from the lake.

both of your eyes snap towards the water to find a commotion hidden behind large splashes of white water coming in from all directions.

“you broke my bracelet, you stupid rabid dog!” ochako shrieks, grabbing a fistfull of katsuki’s hair and pulling his head back under the water.

“you’re not even supposed to be wearing that shit in the game,” katsuki coughs once he resurfaces, grabbing her by the straps of her swimsuit and pushing her under.

“aht! aht!” you stand up, rapidly blowing your whistle, ”take it on land, ladies, no one’s drowning on my watch!”

you and tomura exchange side glances as you two watch the group of kids migrate towards the ledge of the lake where they circle around the two wrestling in the patchy grass.

“i didn’t expect them to listen to me so easily,” you mutter under your breath, “you’re welcome, though. no more kids trying to drown each other while i’m gone.”

“yeah, thanks. now they’re just trying to kill each other,” tomura deadpans, “how long do i let them go at it?”

“uhhhh…until blood is drawn?” you shrug, “they’re old enough to know when to call it quits, right? just let them kill their energy.”

“like a bunch of fucking animals,” he sighs, “if you three aren’t back by sundown and leave me alone to entertain them for the bonfire, i’ll be pissed.” he calls out as you make your way up the steps.

“if we’re not back by sundown, i expect you to grab a gun and go after the bear that got our asses.”

tomura rolls his eyes and sends you off with his middle finger up before turning his attention back to the campers.

a/n: i had sm fun with togachako and bakudeku with this one hehe AND shigs and y/n time <3 sorry no touya in this but our boy is schemingggg...kinda maybe sorta

next part won't take as long to get out :-) lil break was much needed i feel a lot more excitement for this series yay

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myher0myher0

4 months ago

My hero characters are back in the Fortnite shop so I’m bouta spend so much money