todobaku - AU13 (demon!todoroki and angel!bakugou if you like) - situation9 - sentence7 (said by bakugou if possible)
from the prompt list, todobaku with demon!Todo x angel!Baku au, playing a game together, and “You’re too distracting with your handsome face and… your… everything!”
the amount of heaven/hell puns i made in this should be illegal
Katsuki doesn’t make a habit of associating with demons. They’re all shifty bastards and they always have ulterior motives, which pisses him off. He’s not perfect by any means, but he’s still leagues above those scummy hellions. That’s why he stays away from them at all costs—or, at least, why he used to.
Shouto catches him like a fly in a trap. Katsuki is off doing his job—perfectly, as usual—when he runs into him. It’s nearing midnight, and he’s supposed to be performing a simple matchmaking thing—but this bastard gets in the way, as most demons tend to do incredibly well. He rams straight into Katsuki when he’s about to land, sending them both rolling across the pavement in a tangle of wings and limbs.
“What the—“ Katsuki barely stops himself before swearing. The last thing he needs is another warning from up high. “Get off me,” he growls instead, pushing the demon away roughly. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I didn’t fly into you on purpose,” the demon says calmly, using his wings to right himself. His dark, mismatched eyes focus on Katsuki’s face, sending a chill down his spine. “You’re bleeding.”
“Because you ran into me!” he fumes, slowly regaining his composure. Holding back the barrage of swears filtering through his head is becoming increasingly difficult. “What’s a guy like you doing here, anyway? Don’t you have things to mess up somewhere else?”
“For your information, I’m currently not associated with Hell,” the demon replies evenly. “And the name’s Shouto.” He dusts himself off, tearing off a long strip of black fabric from his jacket and holding it out to him. “Here, for your wound.”
Katsuki snatches it hesitantly, pressing it carefully to the rip in his wing. “Fuck… I can’t fly like this.” He flinches as soon as the swear leaves his mouth, but there’s unexpectedly no sting of punishment.
“They can’t punish you for anything if I’m here.” Shouto is looking at him with an amused smile. “You’re not like most angels I’ve met. You’re angry, and you like to curse.”
“I said one fucking swear!” he growls, covering his mouth immediately afterward. “Oops… That doesn’t prove anything!”
“Pft…” Shouto laughs: a surprisingly light sound. “I like you. You’re really interesting.” He grins. “Hey… do you want to play a game with me?”
“What are you, a toddler?” Katsuki deadpans. “I shouldn’t even be talking to the likes of you.” But for some reason, he doesn’t try to leave. He’s never been face-to-face with a demon before, so it’s hard not to be curious. Besides, Shouto doesn’t seem very devious or threatening. “What kind of game?”
“Hide and seek.” Shouto disappears in a swirl of red and blue and appears behind him to whisper in his ear, “Simple.” Katsuki shivers and whips around, but the demon has already rematerialized a few paces away with a teasing smile. “What do you say? I guarantee it’s more fun than whatever you were just doing.”
“What do I win?” Katsuki asks suspiciously. “And what’s in it for you?”
“What do you want if you win?” Shouto asks, reappearing beside a lamppost to lean against it nonchalantly. He’s starting to give Katsuki whiplash.
“I want you to fix my wing, since you ran into it,” he grumbles. “With no strings attached, too. I won’t get roped into one of your shitty deals.”
“Alright then… I accept.” Shouto appears next to him again, resting an arm on his shoulder. He leans impossibly close, lips brushing against his ear. “But if I win… I want you to fall for me.” He disappears before Katsuki can smack him, leaning against the lamppost again. “What do you say?”
“Ugh… Fine,” Bakugou growls, covering the ear Shouto spoke into defensively. “Geez, you’re so creepy… When does the game start?”
“Now, and it will go until sunrise.” The smirking demon disappears completely, leaving behind only faint whisper on the wind: “Catch me if you can.”
It’s been three hours, and it’s utterly impossible to find Shouto. Katsuki can’t fly with his injured wing, so he’s been running around like a useless human searching for him. Damn that demon and his stupid fucking teleportation powers. How the hell is he supposed to find him?
“I can’t do this anymore…” Katsuki mumbles tiredly, collapsing on a bench in an empty playground. “I’ll never find him at this rate.”
“Not even if I give you a hint?”
Katsuki jumps, whipping around to find Shouto perched on the bench right beside him. He lunged at him, but his hands phase through empty air. “What is this?” he growls irritably. “Where the fuck are you?”
“That would be giving you the game,” Shouto reminds him. “I can give you a hint, though.” He’s smirking, that bastard—and he’s leaning way too close for comfort. “Well? Do you want it?”
“You…” Bakugou turns his face away. “You’re too distracting with your handsome face and… your… everything!” He can barely compose himself enough to glance at him. “You demons really are vile… Give me the stupid hint.”
“Oh, so you think I’m handsome—“
“Shut up and give me the hint.”
Todoroki appears in front of him, so close that their noses are nearly touching. “Look for a light in the darkness, Angel, and I’ll be there.” He steps back with a casual wave, despite having just exploded Katsuki’s heart. “Good luck.”
God, what has he gotten himself into?
It’s nearing dawn, and Katsuki still hasn’t located him. His hint made no sense—and it still doesn’t, even as early-morning sunlight paints the earth in a haze of foggy gold. It doesn’t look like he’ll be winning their little game. What did Shouto say he has to do if he loses, again?
“I want you to fall for me.”
What does that even mean? Fall, as in, give up his wings, or… Gah, he can’t even think about the alternative without blushing. Demons really are awful. If he never sees that bastard again, it will still be too soon… But, of course, the game is still on for a little longer: he can’t give up just yet.
“Look for a light in the darkness,” is what Shouto said. Katsuki has thought himself in circles coming up with places to look, and still nothing. The last place he can think of is… nowhere. He’s really going to lose.
“Shit,” Katsuki grumbles, collapsing inside a bus stop. He doesn’t care about the cursing: he’s lost a game with a demon, so it doesn’t really matter anymore. “Fuck. This can’t possibly be good for me…”
“Are you sure about that?”
Katsuki jumps, whacking his forehead against the glass wall. “Ow… Fuck, would you stop doing that?!”
“Sorry: habit.” Shouto grins at him, crossing his legs nonchalantly. “The sun is up, so it looks like you’ve lost.”
“Yeah, looks like it,” Katsuki sighs, turning to glare at the glowing horizon. “So, what do I have to do?”
“Fall for me,” Shouto says, half-teasingly. “I did say that’s what I wanted, right?”
“But I don’t know how to—“ Katsuki starts to protest, nearly biting his tongue when Shouto takes him by the chin. “H…hey, back off.” His voice is trembling. Ugh, how humiliating… “Let go of me.”
“I won, remember?” Shouto reminds him, grinning against his lips. “So, fall for me.”
He kisses him in a way that’s both rough and gentle all at once; both desperate, and patient. His teeth are sharp, but they don’t necessarily hurt. What a feeling… Katsuki barely has enough time to remember to breathe through his nose before Shouto’s tongue is in his mouth, turning all his rational thoughts to dust.
This is bad, his conscience screams, but he tells it impolitely to fuck off. It’s not bad: it’s terrible—but damn, he really, really wants it.
“I want you to fall for me,” Shouto had whispered to him.
Katsuki might’ve lost to him well before their game was even over.
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