It had been about a month since Villain Bakugou had been sent to Tartus, and admittedly you had thought about him and what he had said, for maybe the first week, but then after that things just got busy and you forgot all about it… until you got home late one night and flicked the TV on to watch the news as you were digging around in the cupboard to find something to eat.
“Their whereabouts is unknown,” the reporter on the TV said, and initially you ignored it… until the next line, “but amongst them is Villain Katsuki Bakugou, who is known to police and heroes alike.”
Your head whipped back from the cupboard to look at the tv, so quickly, that you smacked your head on the bottom of the next shelf up and knocked a tin off it, onto your shoulder.
With a sharp hissing inhale, you rubbed your shoulder furiously with one hand and the back of your head with the other and got up to walk over to the tv.
On screen, was an aerial shots of Tartus with a massive hole blown out of the side of it.
You had never seen that before, and you stood there shocked for a second before grabbing for your phone.
“Pick up… pick up,” you fussed impatiently as you rang your boss to get his opinion and directives on the matter.
After 3 rings, the line connected and you were the first to speak to confirm his presence on the other end of the line.
“Hey? You there? It’s me. Have you seen the… oh, yeah, of course you have. So what do we—… no? I don’t know anything about where he is? Why would I— yeah, I know what we did but—No?! No?! Why would I be involved in this and then be ringing you?! I don’t know anything about this?! I’ve just come home and turned—. You can’t be serious? Now? Why are you putting me in the holding cell?”
Your mind raced trying to make heads and tails of what your boss was saying to you.
You were all of a sudden a prime suspect, an accomplice, but then, alternatively, they also wanted to keep you close so that if he came for you they could bait him and nab him.
As you stood in your lounge room, phone pressed to your ear, right side of your face illuminated by the TV that was still giving details of the escaped prisoners, you looked up at the window by your front door and stared at it blankly.
In the distance, the wailing of police sirens could be heard and you knew they were coming for you.
There was the drone of the TV in the background, drowned slightly by the nattering of your boss on the phone in your right ear, but you had fallen silent.
In a second, your whole career was going to go down the plug hole.
You kept the phone to your ear, but even when your boss started asking questions you still didn’t answer, your feet mechanically carrying you to the sheer drapes across the front window.
This was possibly the last day of your freedom.
You wanted to savour something in that moment and so reached out to touch the drapes as the shrill cries of the police sirens grew louder.
The drapes were soft but coarse, white… but now with flecks of red and blue in them as your captors drew closer.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang from outside and a bright flash of light, like lightening… or a bomb, had gone off nearby, and you heard the sound of a car crashing, following that bang.
“What the hell?!” you screeched suddenly, dropping your phone to the floor and ripping the drape to the side to look out.
It was dark outside and you couldn’t see anything from where you stood and so ran to the front door, unlocked it… and came face to face with a charred face surrounding two crimson eyes.
“What the?!” you yelped with fear and surprise, crossing both hands up across your body and deploying sand from your palms.
“No time to play, baby, we’re leaving,” the husky voice of Villain Bakugou announced, his hand locking around your wrist and yanking your body to his as he stepped back off your porch and drew your body against his.
“How did you?!—,” but your question was sliced off in the middle by his hot lips and tongue against your mouth, your tongues intertwining briefly before he pulled back and looked down the road at the two crashed police cars.
“I told you I’d be back for you, and take you with me. Let me guess… they suspect you? Well now you don’t have a choice but to be mine,” he snickered as he clutched you tightly to his bare torso and used his right hand to set off an explosion and propel you up onto the roof of your house.
“Wait! Did you plan this?! I don’t know if I want—,”
“Do you have a choice, hero?” he jeered, “you don’t, so just shut up and let me take you.”
“Asshole!” you snapped, fighting to get free of him and using your body weight to throw him off kilter so he would be forced to let you go to regain his balance, “I can run on my own. I don’t need your help, lead and I’ll follow,” you said quickly with an annoyed look on your face.
He smirked, but didn’t say anything as he turned and used another explosion to jet himself across to the next roof.
You were used to using your sand quirk in a similar manner and so copied him as he led you away from your house. As you got closer to the end of the suburban streets, he turned around and stopped you.
“Your sand trail is a dead give away, idiot,” he said brusquely, “here,” he then held out his hand for you to hold it so you could jump from the last roof, onto a smaller roof, then down onto the ground and run for the shadows.
“Why me?” you asked as you ran hand in hand.
“Why not you?” he replied gruffly, “I’m not here to get sentimental. I’m here to take what I want, that’s what villains do, don’t they?”
You didn’t reply.
Out of town he led you, until you had entered bush land and after a few hours hike you finally came to a small bush hut that he, obviously, knew quite well.
“We’ll stay here until tomorrow… then we leave.”
“Leave for where?”
“Another country,” he replied, “I’ve arranged it all. You and I, team. We win, they lose.”
You thought about it for a minute.
What he had said before was true.
If you went back, you wouldn’t be going back a a hero. You had already been labeled a suspect, an affiliate, an enabler… all not very pleasant words, as you knew the outcomes of those who had been connected with those words before.
With a short exhale through your nose you extended your right hand to his to shake.
“Ok,” you said stiffly.
He looked at you, then to your hand, then back to you before snacking your hand out of the way and stepping in closer to you to take your chin in his hand.
“I don’t shake hands with ex-heroes…” he said in a low tone as he bent his head to kiss you.
~ END ~