Bakugou has a run in with a particularly vixenish vigilante, closer to him than he imagined.
"Ground Zero, now I must ask the question that all of our viewers are dying to know the answer to" The presenter said, leaning forward towards the aforementioned hero, resting his elbows on his knees.
His whiskers, a characteristic of his cat-like quirk, twitched with glee at the reaction gained from the explosion hero, who was sat on the famous blue sofa-seat of the well loved 'Two Show'.
Bakugou raised an eyebrow at the statement.
He, who would rather be anywhere other than sitting on a chair, being filmed, was starting to get bored of the same old questions of 'what made you want to be a hero', or 'how does it feel to be number 2'.
However his publicity manager, this mouse-ish girl whom he had taken a liking to, insisted that it would be good for his image, and connecting to his fans would be a good way to bump him up to number 1, and finally overtake that shitty Deku.
So he obliged, and subjected himself to the brain numbing chit chat of the Two Show host, answering questions with the only interest he could muster,
"And what's that?" He rumbled out, sitting up slightly in his seat, hoping for some interesting conversation. As interesting as one could call chat show conversations.
The host, who's name Bakugou had forgotten, laughed lightly,
"I assume you've heard of Chloris?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at him
Bakugou had to oppress a growl. THAT little insect. Even on a shitty talk show he couldn't escape that wench,
"Yeah. The vigilante?" He replied calmly, sitting back against the plush blue sofa, trying his best to keep plugged the undoubted rage that brewed at just the simple mention of her name,
"Ah yes, of course you know," The host said, his ginger ears twitching from within his mane of ginger hair, "You've had quite a few run ins with her yourself, haven't you?," He said, with a pensive expression,
Bakugou bit back remarks. It was like this guy was trying to get on his nerves,
"Yeah. Strongest vigilante we've seen in a while. They're not usually so flashy," Bakugou said, kissing his teeth at the end, earning a couple of laughs from the audience,
"Yes, and she's been taking out criminals across the city; showing up heroes in the process," he responded, and Bakugou had to fight the urge to visably scowl,
"Well, the country wants to know, Ground Zero. How do you feel about Chloris and her actions?"
The audience sat in silence, waiting impatiently for the response of, arguably, one of the country's favourite heroes.
Bakugou thought for a moment.
That was an interesting question.
He could feel all eyes on him, as he cleared his throat, and leant forward onto his elbows,
"I think," he said, treading carefully around the matter. He knew people in the room would be fans of her, and he wouldn't want his mousey manager lecturing about his public image again after saying something rash; he liked her, but not that much.
He breathed out steadily, "Her heart may be in the right place," he said simply.
The host looked at him expectedly,
"But she's still a criminal, and for that, I'll crush her. If she wanted to act big and be a hero, she should've done it the way all of us did, through hard work. She should leave the villains to the heroes," He said harshly, his brow furrowed into a deep set frown,
"Ground Zero, might I say, you are always a voice of reason," he said with a laugh.
But after a chuckle or two, the laughter seized and his expression turned serious, "But, a lot of people think the heroes aren't doing enough, and that Chloris is a wake up call to them. What are your thoughts on that?"
Bakugou scoffed, rolling his eyes,
"Japan's heroes are the best around. Would like to see Chloris take on villains like the Villain Association" he said, referring to the take off of his hero career, where him and some other heroes from his class took down a League of Villains wannabe group,
"Well said. Those incidents were handled splendidly well by you and the other heroes that you now work with-"
The host was cut off by a beep, a sound which was like music to Bakugou's ears, "Right when we were getting to the good bit! That sound signals the end of The Two Show for tonight folks!" He turned to Bakugou, "Ground Zero, it was a pleasure to have you"
Bakugou could almost hear his mousey publicity manager nagging in his ear to be nice, so he offered a nod,
"I'll see you all this time tomorrow! Thank you for watching!"
And with that, the cameras cut off, leaving Bakugou with sweet freedom.
He was quick to leave. Having had a long day, he wanted nothing more to just get back to his apartment and into bed at his designated time. 9'oclock on the dot.
Finding his way to the guest changing room that he'd been designated, he stripped off his hero costume, putting on comfier sweats and a hoodie. He pulled the hood up over his head to minimise the attention drawn to him, and left the dressing room, but not without leaving a note to say thanks for having him - not by will: by instruction.
He didn't even bother to find his manager, and left without speaking to her, desperate to get to sleep on time.
But the gods weren't fully in favour of his plans.
When finally got home, he opened the door to his apartment, with a small bit of struggle with the keys, he could hear the faint sound of the TV coming from his apartment.
He frowned. He could've sworn he turned it off.
He kicked off his shoes at the door, leaving one right side up and the other upside down, and closed the door behind him, throwing off his hoodie and hanging it on a coat peg by the door, not caring enough to put it back in its proper place for now.
The sound of the door shutting alerted you, [L/n] [F/n], to the presence of Bakugou Katsuki.
You sat up, the sofa calling you back to its clutches but you ignored it, pocketing your phone that you were just texting from, and choosing to drape yourself over the back of the sofa, so that when he came in, you would be the first thing he sees.
"Why the fuck are you in my apartment," he growled, taking his hands out of his pockets, the surprise of seeing a woman on his sofa kicking in his reflexes.
Especially when that woman was you,
"Easy there soldier, I just came over to talk about the latest episode of The Two Show that just airred with my favourite hero. Is that a crime?"
"Yes. How the fuck did you even get in??" he answered, his voice raising slightly with anger. So much for normal bed time.
"I really enjoyed this one," You answered, ignoring his question and sliding over the top of the sofa so you were left perching on the edge, your legs dangling down the back, "Especially when you spoke so highly of me,"
Bakugou took a step forward, getting angrier every second that the girl was in his apartment. How did she even find where he lived??
"I said I'd crush you and I'll fucking do it if you don't get out, shitty face"
"And why haven't you crushed me yet, hmm?" you said softly, your alluring voice sending chills down his back, though he would never admit it,
"Hah? The fuck you talking about?" He questioned, and she layed back down, so that she was lying along the top of his sofa, looking like some sort of annoying fairy in her stupidly revealing costume,
"Well, as much as I appreciate you calling me strong tonight, we both know the gap in our strength,"
"Obviously. You wouldn't stand a fucking chance if I went all out on you," he snapped back. A sly grin spread across your face, as you turned your head to meet his eyes,
"Ah there it is!" You said, sitting back up with a knowing look on your face, "So you don't go all out against me. Why's that?"
"Because if I did, you'd fucking die shithead"
"You like the chase don't you?"
"The chase. You like it,"
"The fuck you talking about hag?"
"The chase between you and me. The game. You like it, don't you?" You said, a smirk playing on your lips. "No wonder you let yourself be embarrassed live on TV by a cat presenter reminding everyone of your run ins with me,"
"I'll fucking turn you to ash!" He shouted, which you ignored, standing up off of the sofa and taking a step towards him,
"All those times you could've so easily caught me and turned me in. Why didn't you? Perhaps you like my work? Why not go all out?" You said, trying your best to wind him up.
He made a move to match your movement, but found that vines had wrapped around his ankles while he was distracted, having shot up from his floor, (thanks to your shitty quirk), stopping him from stepping close to you, "I'm fucking warning you Chloris I will blow your face off!"
"Oh but you wouldn't, would you?" You had reached him by now, standing a bit too close to him for comfort,
"Chloris," he said quieter: a warning growl. He could feel the explosions itching at his fingertips, but he held off, not wanting to destroy his apartment,
"You like playing cat and mouse? Is that it?" you teased, tilting your head as you studied the way his featured changed from confused to angry,
You placed your hand on his chest,
"Oh, but a cat plays with it's mouse before it eats it." You said, barely above a whisper, "Is that it? Am I just a mouse Kat-su-ki~?" you teased, walking your fingers up his chest with each syllable of his first name.
He grabbed your wrist with a growl, staring down at your e/c eyes with a burning intensity in his eyes, matching the burning where his palm met your skin, and you took your hand off his chest,
"Listen, shitty girl. I'm not in the fucking mood. I'll kill you unless you get out,"
"Why not turn me in? You've got hold of me. It's not like I can escape. You are much stronger than me," you goaded, looking him up and down with the comment, and he couldn't help do the same for you. That goddamn costume you wore was so revealing. You let out a small giggle, "You like the chase," You reiterated, "You're the cat, and I'm the mouse" You said in a whisper, resisting the urge to flinch at the burning of your wrist,
"Okay okay, fine." You said, "If you really say so, Mr Ground Zero,"
You sighed whimsically and putting the back of your hand to your head as you stepped back away from him, him letting go as you did so, "And here I just wanted to thank you for the lovely comments you said about me," you whined, giving him a small pout.
"Chloris" he growled out, his tone low, and weirdly attractive, but you shook it off and took it that you had rattled him up enough,
"Yes, yes, I'm going." You said, rolling your eyes, "And here I thought we could have a little bit more fun," You walked to his balcony door, where he gathered you had got in from, sliding the door open, and offering him a mocking sad wave, "Guess not,"
"I won't hesitate to blow your brains out next time," he snarled. You replied with a giggle,
"Seeya around, sunshine,"
And with that, you jumped off the balcony and vanished into the night, and Bakugou let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
You really knew how to get him worked up.
After closing and relocking the surprisingly undamaged balcony door, he walked into the bedroom, flopping down onto his bed, not bothering to get changed for the moment, too exhausted to even move.
Reaching into his pocket, he whipped out his phone, spinning it up the right way between two fingers, and squinting at the brightness of the screen, quickly swiping to turn it down.
Once he could finally see, he saw he had a text message from his publicity manager:
Annoyance - 'not impressed with the stunt you pulled. I was looking for you afterwards for ages, just to find out that you left without even saying bye. fuck you, asshole >:('
He sighed, a ghost of a smile on his lips at his name for her in his contacts, and knowing she wasn't fully serious. He quickly drummed his thumbs on the screen to send a quick reply before he crashed out.
Bakugou - 'Sorry [F/n]. Had some stuff to take care of at home. Won't happen again'
Part 2 inbound my lovlies!!
