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“Creati’s here!” Tsukauchi announced. The sidekicks and police officers gawked upon her arrival. Everyone rose from their seats and greeted the #6 pro hero. “Good evening, Creati!”
“Good evening, everyone! I’m very sorry for keeping you all waiting.” She gave a humbled bow. Tsukauchi gave her a warm smile and told her it was fine. Everyone took their seats as he proceeded to explain the mission to the team.
A notorious villain named Doctor Riktor has been abducting children for their quirks. Inspired by All for One, he experiments on children and studies their DNA to transform himself into a metahuman with multiple quirks. ‘With the power of science, anything is possible!’ he believed. He was quirkless yet highly intellectual. He has abducted more than 20 children as of date. The parents of those kids have no idea if they were still alive since no one was ever found. The police have been on his tail for a few days now, but the evil doctor has been elusive. So when Tsukauchi received a solid lead about the villain’s whereabouts, he knew he needed the help of a pro hero.
Yaoyorozu’s eyes scanned the room, familiarizing herself with the faces of the people she’ll be working with. Her eyes focused on the person leaning against the wall at the end of the first row; his blonde hair standing up from the now faceless crowd. Their eyes met and she felt a tingle in her spine, his intense red eyes piercing right through her. B-Bakugou?
She drew her eyes somewhere else, but she can still feel Bakugou’s intense gaze. Why is he staring at me like that?
She tried to ignore the piercing red eyes glued to her. She felt awkward and wanted to melt right on the spot. She met his eyes a few times, letting him know she knows he’s staring, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“…especially now that we have Ground Zero and Creati’s help,” Tsukauchi concluded. Everyone rose from their seats to prepare for the mission. “Ms Yaoyorozu, Mr Bakugou mentioned he has a plan of action for the both of you. He wouldn’t share it yet because he says he will consult with you first since he trusts your brilliance. Once you’ve ironed everything out, please let us know so we are all in sync.” He trusts my… brilliance?
Bakugou rose from his seat as the team prepared themselves to ambush the villain’s whereabouts. He approached the pro hero who arrived 5 minutes late.
“The princess arrived late. That’s fucking brand new.”
“B-Bakugou. Hello. I didn’t know you’ll be here.” So was he pissed I made them wait?
“Neither did I. But I’ve been hearing about this fucking lunatic for a while now. Thought it’ll be fun beating up his fucking ass.”
'How many times does he curse in a day?! If I turned this into a drinking game, I’ll die of alcohol poisoning,’ she thought. “Ah, I see. Some things never change, huh?”
“What does that suppose to fucking mean?!” he growled.
“W-Wha- I mean, you still enjoy beating up villains!” Yaoyorozu replied, waving her hands in front of her.
“Tch. Of fucking course, Ponytail. Those lunatics deserve it.” he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Yeah, I guess that I haven’t changed. Better than changing for the worse, unlike you.”, he smirked.
“Excuse me? If I have changed, I changed for the better. I’ve improved!”
She improved, alright. After graduating from UA and becoming a pro hero, she became more outgoing and confident in herself. She even rose to #6 in the rankings, which kinda surprised a lot of people, including Bakugou himself.
“Yeah, say that to the 5 minutes you wasted. That’s very unlike you, Ponytail. When we were in high school you weren’t only first in the class academically, you were always the fucking first to arrive.”
Yaoyorozu immediately felt her cheeks warming. “I-I…” she stammered. “We still have an hour and a half before the mission!”
Bakugou chuckled. “Now you’re making passes to justify your tardiness? Wow, that’s a fucking improvement.”
Yaoyorozu was flustered. “Look, I was late because the girls and I had a girls’ night out, okay?”
Bakugou’s smirk grew wider. “Oh, so the fucking class brainiac parties now, huh? You got drunk a few hours before the mission?”
“Dru- What? No! We went out to have dinner then we went to Mina’s place to watch a movie. I didn’t notice the time.”
Bakugou’s eyes narrowed. “That’s your fucking girls’ night out? Tch. You’re fucking boring as hell, then. You probably haven’t tasted liquor yet.”
Yaoyorozu raised a brow. If there’s one thing she hates the most, it’s when people call her boring. Because she’s fucking far from boring, and she knows that. She felt a slight rush from their ongoing banter. “Boring? Who are you calling boring?! And what do you know about girls’ night out, anyway? Are you a girl?”
“You. You’re boring. You’re supposed to let loose on a night out, Ponytail. Well, based on the girls I bang from the bar.” Yaoyorozu winced, slightly embarrassed by the thought of it.
“You WHAT?”
“Girls I bang. Y’know, hooking up? Fucking? Nailing?”
“W-Wha- Bakugou!” she flushed. She was as red as a ripe tomato now. It’s not like she’s a virgin. She’s just not used to speaking such things with a guy.
“What? Are you a fucking virgin? Too racy for the goody-good girl?”
“N-No. What?! Argh! You know what, Tsukauchi said you have a plan, but you wanted to consult with me first because you uh, trust my brilliance. So here I am with all my brilliance. I’m all ears, Bakugou. Let’s just get this over with.”
Bakugou scoffed. “I’m just fucking with you, Ponytail. Geez. Yeah, you haven’t changed. You’re still fucking uptight.” I’m not uptight! Argh, this guy! “I can let loose too, you know?” She pursed her lips and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Sure, Princess. Whatever you say. I wish I could fucking witness that.” 'Be careful what you wish for, Bakugou,’ she thought. She kept her mouth shut and waited for Bakugou to explain his plan.
She suggested several changes on what he’s laid out. After a few more minutes of discussion, they called in Tsukauchi to explain what they’ve sorted out to make sure they’re in sync with the police’s plan of action.
“This sounds great. Thank you, Creati and Ground Zero. We have 30 minutes left. Let’s move.”
+
It took them an hour to capture Doctor Riktor in his hideout.
The team arrived just in time. Riktor was hiding at an old abandoned factory just outside the city. The police scrambled around to search the place while the sidekicks dealt with Riktor’s men. The two pro heroes immediately went to Riktor’s lab located on the second floor of the factory.
He was about to cut a child’s head wide open when they barged in the room. Bakugou immediately blew him with a punch that blasted him off to the other side of the wall. He leapt towards him, giving Momo time to rescue the child strapped to the bed.
Yaoyorozu immediately unbuckled the straps restraining the young boy. He was crying and shaking in fear. “You’re okay.” she breathed. “You’re gonna be okay.” The child immediately wrapped his arms around Yaoyorozu’s neck. “You’re my hero! You’re the best hero!” the child cried. She hugged him tightly and carried him out of the factory.
“You’re skinnier and older than your photo in file. Tch. No wonder you’re a pathetic weak ass low life. You’re a fucking quirkless loser who went batshit crazy. You’re just like your idol All for One. Fucking scums!” Bakugou growled at the villain lying on the ground.
Riktor stood up, spitting out blood after receiving a hard blow to the head.
“Ground Zero! What a lovely surprise!” Riktor pulled out a vial from the pocket of his lab coat. “I see. A pro hero looking up my history, the #2 in the ranks, to be exact! I’m honoured!” he roared. He removed the vial’s cap and held the glass high, showing Bakugou a red liquid inside. “So you already know what this is, Pro Hero?” He gulped the liquid and threw the vial behind him. He started screaming, his muscles and veins expanding and popping out of his skin, ripping off his lab coat. He thrashed on the floor and began writhing.
Bakugou stood back as he watched the frail doctor turn into a monster twice his size. “Fucking finally. Some challenge!”, he smirked.
The police found more abducted children on the villain’s basement. “Are they all alive?” an officer asked. “I hope so,” Tsukauchi replied. They immediately gathered and rescued the victims. Some were unconscious but still breathing, some were distraught and some were crying.
Yaoyorozu went back inside to help Bakugou but found him standing over Riktor’s unconscious body. “The prick’s still alive, don’t worry.”
Yaoyorozu sighed. “That was quick.”
Bakugou jerked his head towards Momo. “This punk ass was nothing! Tch. He even drank some shit to turn himself into this ugly ass looking meatball yet he’s still weak. How’s the kid?”
“He’s with the paramedics, the other kids as well. We rescued all of them. All 28 of them.”
“28?! How the fuck did this lunatic pull that off?”, he scoffed as he lightly nudged the villain’s body on the floor using his foot.
There was a minute of silence when he finally spoke. “Not a bad fucking plan, Ponytail. Good job.”
Her eyes twinkled. “Did you just compliment me?”
“Do you want it or not? I can take it back.”
She flashed him a huge smile, her eyes still sparkling. She was quite giddy with what she just heard. “I’ll take it. Thanks. Besides, it was initially your plan. I just tweaked some stuff. We should celebrate.”
“Celebrate?”
“Y’know, successful mission. Villain down, kids alive. Let’s drink to that!”
Bakugou suddenly laughed hysterically. “What are we gonna drink, Princess? Some expensive ass tea? I mean I fucking love tea but I don’t drink it to celebrate pulping up a villain.”
Yaoyorozu clicked her tongue as she smirked at Bakugou. She took a step closer to him, making him flinch. “I told you. I can let loose if I want to, Bakugou,” she said in a low voice. “You wish to see it, right?"
Bakugou felt his blood rushing. Holy fuck why is she suddenly so… aggressive?
“Alright, Ponytail. Show me.”
+
“How the fuck did you know this place?” Bakugou asked as they make their way to the bar.
“I’ve been here a few times with the girls. See, Bakugou, the reason why we only watched a movie at Mina’s place tonight is that I have a mission. If I was free, we would all be here.”
Bakugou smirked at the thought. Never in a million years did he imagine Momo Yaoyorozu drinking shots at a sleazy bar with him.
When they went inside, all eyes were on them. They already expected this since they didn’t bother changing out of their hero costumes completely. Momo suddenly felt nervous, feeling less eager than she was 5 minutes ago. She’s been to bars, alright, but not in her hero costume. She heard murmurs and gasps as Bakugou lead the way inside.
“Double Jack, neat,” Bakugou ordered. The bartender immediately prepared his drink. He hands him the glass with trembling hands. “Here you go, Ground Zero. It’s on the house.” he smiled. He turned his gaze towards Yaoyorozu. “And for you, Ms Creati?”
“Uhm. Just some wine, please.”
Bakugou chuckled. “Whoa, easy there, tiger. Don’t party too fucking hard.”
Momo felt her cheeks warm up again. How will you show him you’re not boring if you’re gonna order a boring drink?! “No. I want scotch on the rocks. Please and thank you.”
Bakugou cocked his head at the woman beside him, her warm body a few inches away from him; he can smell her sweet scent. He bit his lower lip. “Are you fucking sure about that, Ponytail?” Their eyes locked, his ruby red melting in her dark onyx ones. He felt hot but he wasn’t sweating, his heart was suddenly racing.
The bartender handed over her drink. “Scotch on the rocks, Creati. On the house.” She grabs the glass from his hand, her eyes still locked onto Bakugou. “Thank you.”
Their staring contest was cut off by a drunk man stomping his way towards Momo. “Creati!” he called out. ‘I fucking knew it. Took longer than I fucking expected,’ Bakugou thought. He turned his back to size up the drunk asshole approaching Yaoyorozu. “Holy shit! You’re so much fucking hotter in person!” Bakugou stood between them, blocking the guy before he can even reach Momo. “Fuck off, asshole. Or I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”
The guy stopped in his tracks. He raised his hands in the air as a sign of retreat. “Chill, man. I’m sorry. I don’t wanna fight. I didn’t know you guys were fucking.” Bakugou smirked while Momo’s face blushed a deep crimson red. “W-Wha- I’m- I’m not- Shut up! Get out of here!” she stammered. The guy walked away, muttering how he can easily beat up Bakugou if he wasn’t fucking hammered. Bakugou heard him but decided not to act on it. You fucking wish, asshole. I’ll beat you up some other time.
He turned around and looked at Momo, her cheeks were tinged pink.
“He thinks we’re fucking,” he teased.
The thought popped into her head; her naked body against his, her fingers playing with his hair as he kissed her. She turned a bright shade of red. Her heart was pounding. She suddenly grabbed her drink and gulped everything in one shot. “Can you stop saying that?”
Bakugou’s eyes widened. “Did you just drink the whole fucking thing in one gulp? What the fuck, Ponytail. That's not how you drink that. Jesus Christ, take it easy,” he chuckled. “And stop saying what? Fucking?”
“Y-Yes!”
“Why? Are you a virgin?”
“N-No,” she flustered. She doesn’t know what’s gotten into her, but she felt heat spreading all over her body. She felt tingly all over.
“Wow. Fucking lucky guy.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Y'know what, I’d stop if you drink my drink,” he teased. Yaoyorozu grabbed the glass on the bar and chugged it down like it was grape juice, her throat burning as the liquid made its way down. She stuck her tongue out at Bakugou whose grin as wide as ever.
“Holy shit, Ponytail. Take it easy. I told you to drink it but not that way.”
She felt warm and fuzzy, her head slightly spinning from the sudden kick of the alcohol. “You think I’m uptight, huh?” she poked at his chest. She waved at the bartender. “Give me three of what he had.”
“What the fuck I barely got a sip from that and now you're ordering three more?”
The bartender placed the drinks in front of her. She waves the first glass in front of his face. When he tried to reach for it, she immediately brought the glass to her lips and chugged the whole thing. He watched as she threw her head back. Fuck, she really is hot.
“Fine, fine, Ponytail. You win.”
Yaoyorozu smirked as she took the second glass. She felt a certain kind of high she never felt before. She licked her lips and took a step closer, her face almost just an inch from his. He could feel her warm breath on his skin. “Not good enough, Katsuki.” He was caught off-guard. The way she said his name sent shivers down his spine. He felt his pants getting tighter. She brought the glass to her lips. He was still watching her; his body warming up even without any alcohol intake. She threw her head back, the ends of her hair grazing her ass. He noticed and cursed under his breath. Jesus fucking Christ that body. No wonder these fucking assholes want a piece of you.
She slammed the glass on the counter and took the final drink in her hand. Before she could even lift the glass, he grabbed it from her and drank it straight. “Fuck yeah, that burns,” he moaned, his voice low and raspy.
He looked at Momo who has a pretty shade of pink on her cheeks. She looked at him, her eyes sultry and seductive.
“That was mine.”
“No, that’s mine because you drank mine.”
“You made me drink it. I bought that one.”
“Want it? You can still taste it in my mouth, Momo.”
He was all up in her face now, his body closing the gap between them. Momo felt her body warming up. She felt a quiver between her legs; her knees feeling weak.
“Let me taste it, Katsuki,” she breathed.
He can no longer think straight. He wants her and he wants her bad.
“Oops, sorry. Didn’t mean to call you that,” she giggled.
“It’s fine. If you want you can even scream it. All. Night. Long.”
“Make me, Katsuki.”
He almost grabbed her when he noticed people looking at them behind Yaoyorozu. He forgot they were public figures, drinking and flirting out in public. He was suddenly aware of how close their bodies are. She noticed him looking behind her, making her scan the room around, noticing some people were looking and whispering. She ran her finger up his arm, feeling a spark against her touch.
She leaned in on his ear, her warm breath grazing his neck, making him quiver. “Make me scream your name all night long, Katsuki," she whispered.
A smirk formed in his lips. He let his carnal cravings take over him.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here, Ponytail.”