I Have Spent Days Coming Up With The Words For How I Feel On This Matter. This Incident Among Many Others

I have spent days coming up with the words for how I feel on this matter. This incident among many others need to be spoken and spoken about some more until we see the change in this broken world.

I want to speak about the events that took place May 25, 2020.

I want to talk about George Floyd.

He was an unarmed African American who was murdered by a white Minneapolis police officer, while being surrounded by three more and of other people who stood by and did nothing about it. I watched the video and what I saw was absolutely horrifying. What really made me upset was the desperation in his voice as he cried for his mother. As he spoke his last words.

“I can’t breathe…” He said. Those three words will stay with me. It’ll stay with those who this incident affected. It will stay with the oppressed. Because we can’t breathe. 

I want to talk about what took place February 23rd, 2020. 

Amaud Arbery.

An African American 25-year-old shot dead while jogging. His death was at the hands of Gregory McMicheal and his son, two armed white men.

I want to talk about what took place March 13, 2020.

Breonna Taylor. 

An African American 26-year-old woman, shot at least 8 times by white police officers in Louisville, Kentucky. She was in bed. They had “no knock” warrants.

I want to talk about brothers and sisters who have died at the hands of systematic injustice that has went on for far too long. Read their names. 

I have been to a couple of the protest marches in my city. It was beautiful, it was loud as it spoke volumes on the matter of injustice. Not only racial injustice but that of our corrupt system. That’s what important right now. 

This has gone on for way too long and it’s time for the change we’ve been fighting for since the beginning. 

Below are the links to multiple petitions and donations to help the families and communities of our fallen brothers and sisters: 

Official George Floyd Memorial Fund

Justice For Breonna Taylor 

I Run With Maud 

Color Of Change - “…Respond effectively to the injustice you see in the world around you…”

#Justiceforfloyd - “…Demand the officers who killed George Floyd are charged with murder…”

We Are Done Dying

The Villain -- Ch. 3: He’s Not a Villain

A/N: School started and I’m so upset so to make myself feel better, I decided to write Chapter 3 today lol.

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Pairing: villain!bakugou x female!reader Warnings: swearing Word Count: 2,433

Links to previous chapters: Chapter 1: We’re Missing Katsuki Chapter 2: Happy to See Me?

✐posted 08.28.2018✐

“_____!” Mina called out from down the street, running towards you. She clapped her hands on your shoulders. “Thank goodness you’re alright!”

You blinked, trying to snap out of the temporary daze you were put into. “Yeah, I’m fine. Did… Did you and Tsuyu get those civilians out of the way?”

Mina nodded. “A few people got burned so Tsuyu escorted them to the hospital with the paramedics. Kyouka’s at the station right now to report what happened.”

“Oh, that’s good. At least everyone’s alright.”

“Mhm.” Mina pulled out her phone. “Speaking of station, Yamashita-kun called me a few minutes ago. He said he’s been trying to call you but you didn’t answer.”

“Oh, um, my phone must’ve been turned off.” You rubbed the nape of your neck. You didn’t know how to tell Mina what had happened just a few mere minutes ago.

Mina eyed you. “Yamashita-kun’s in the hospital.”

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “What?! Is he okay?!”

Mina nodded. “He’s not hurt. He’s just visiting the burn victims and questioning them.”

You sighed in relief. “Oh, thank god. I’ll go over there now. Might as well report to the Chief of Police what happened on my end.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later. I’m gonna go check on the apartment!”

***

“Hi, do you know where I can find Yamashita-san?” You asked the secretary at the front desk of hospital.

She nodded, gesturing down the hallway. You thanked her, moving quickly through the hall until you laid eyes on him. “Natsuya!”

Natsuya turned his head at the sound of your voice, dismissing whoever he was talking to and ran towards you. He threw his arms around you, pulling you close to him. “Thank god you’re alright.” He pulled away, cupping your face. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

You smiled softly, shaking your head. “I’m fine, I promise.”

“If something had happened to you, I don’t what the hell I would’ve done.”

“I’m fine, Natsu, I really am.” You looked around pulling him into an empty hospital room. “I actually wanted to… talk to you about what happened today.”

Natsuya nodded, taking in your uneasy stature. “What happened? Was it the League?”

You nodded, twiddling yours thumbs and looking down to the floor, a habit Natsuya knew all too well that you’d do when you knew you had done something wrong or felt uneasy. “Dabi used his quirk and set the whole street in flames.”

Natsuya stared at you, waiting for you to continue. “Kurogiri was there, too. He helped them escape.”

“Them?”

“Kat… Katsuki showed up, too.”

“Katsuki?’ Natsuya’s eyes widened in realization. “As in, Bakugou Katsuki?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Natsuya gritted his teeth. “The hell’d that bastard show up for after hiding all these years?”

“He didn’t do anything. Dabi was the only one who did the collateral damage.”

“Then why’d Bakugou show up in the first place.”

You lifted your head up. “He said he wanted to see me.”

“To see you?”

You nodded. “He was just talking to me really. And I confronted him for leaving all of a sudden all those years ago.”

Natsuya furrowed his brows at you. “And it didn’t occur to you to even try and reprimand him? All you did was talk? _____, he’s the most wanted man in the world and you let him walk away?”

“It’s not like that!” You exclaimed, sighing afterwards. “Natsuya, how do you know he committed the crimes of the kidnappings and murdered Shigaraki?”

“What’re you–”

“I mean there’s no evidence that he–”

“Are you seriously trying to defend him?” Natsuya looked at you in utter disbelief and disgust.

Your hands balled up into fists from frustration. “No offense, but the police department has no hard or real evidence that shows that Katsuki’s guilty of those charges.”

“The hell’s wrong with you? We have witnesses that reported what they saw and the autopsy of Shigaraki’s body showed signs of burnings that damaged his body.”

“Katsuki’s quirk is Explosion. If he really killed Shigaraki, he’d be in dismantled into a bunch of pieces. He wouldn’t be intact.”

“So what, you’re a forensic pathologist now?”

“No, I’m trying to help, Natsuya!” You stared at your boyfriend in frustration. “I    know he’s the biggest asshole I’ve ever met, but he was my friend. And I have this gut feeling that’s telling me that he’s innocent… of those weighty charges at least.”

Natsuya scoffed. “Well, for your information, I’m gonna stick by the law, not your gut.” He pushed open the door aggressively. “You think because you have a quirk you’re almighty, but you’re not shit. The fact that you’d even question the law is repulsive.”

“Natsuya!” You called out, looking down the hallway, watching as he walked away from you. He took one more glance at you, scoffed, and opened the door to the victim’s room.

You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands. There was something about this whole situation that just didn’t settle well with you. As much as you loved Natsuya, one thing you never understood was his blind admiration for the law. Although law and order is crucial to develop a working society, blindly believing police officers with everything that they do is a little… absurd.

You were contemplating whether or not to go after him again, deciding not to once you felt your phone ring. “Hello?”

“Okay, so this is gonna sound a little weird so bear with me.” You could hear Mina sighing loudly from the other end. “You know how Dabi burned up our whole street?”

“Yeah.”

“The only buildings that are left untouched are the flower shop… and our apartment complex?”

“What?” You asked in disbelief. You were almost certain that you and Mina would have to soon go house hunting after today’s events.

“I know right! Every other building is completely burnt down. Why would Dabi leave these buildings alone?”

“I… I don’t know, Mina. Anyways, eat dinner without me. I need a drink, it’s been a long day. I’ll see you later.”

Mina chuckled. “Alright. Be careful though. I know how much of lightweight you are and how much blabber whenever you’re drunk. Call me if you need me to pick you up!”

***

“Do you ever shut up?” Bakugou groaned, standing from the table.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that, Ground Zero,” Toga cooed, Twice nodding along. “You saw that girl, right? Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“That’s right. You seemed rather fond of that girl. Perhaps you’re in love?” Mr. Compress further instigated.

“You’re all getting on my fucking nerves!” Bakugou exclaimed, kicking the table to the side. 

“It’d be best if you calmed down, Baku– I mean, Ground Zero,” Kurogiri said wearily.

Dabi smirked. “Yeah, the number one hero, the new symbol of peace… _____. She really pisses me off like the rest of them.”

“Like I give a fuck with what pisses you off,” Bakugou grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. He grabbed his jacket. “I’m going across the street. None of you better not fucking show up.” Bakugou didn’t wait to hear the taunting calls of his “employees” as he entered the rundown, but still busy bar.

The bartender, the owner, shot his head up at the sound of the door opening. He grinned. “Ground Zero! You want the usual?”

“Sure.” Bakugou scanned the room. “It seems busier than usual in this shit place.”

The bartender let out a bellowing laugh. “Yup! We have newcomers as well! It’s not everyday new people visit a villain’s bar.” He pointed down the counter. “Like that pretty girl over there. She reminds me a lot like the number one hero, but why would she be here of all places.”

Bakugou stared at the girl who had her head placed on the counter, pissed out drunk. “You don’t say… I’ll take my drink later.”

“Alrighty!” The bartender moved on to the next customer as Bakugou sat down next to the drunk girl.

“It’s not safe for a girl like you to be around here,” Bakugou muttered, eyeing the girl beside him.

She groaned, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She wore a hoodie that covered her head and a surgical mask. She pulled it down, rubbing her eyes. Bakugou was shocked to see your drunken expression as you attempted to pull yourself together.

“What?” You looked at Bakugou, peering your eyes at him. “You look familiar.”

“Must be a coincidence. You do know this is the villain’s part of town, why’re you here, you’re obviously some pro.”

“This is the villain’s part?” You asked in shock, looking around the bar as if you had seen it for the first time. “It was right near the hospital! Hmm, that’s weird.”

“You didn’t answer my question; why’re you here?” Bakugou demanded, slightly irritated that you would act so carelessly.

You looked at Bakugou perplexingly. “You know, for a stranger you seem really concerned about me.” You turned the bar stool around, facing his direction. “But, I’m here because my boyfriend is a… butt.”

Bakugou had to refrain himself from bursting out into laughter from your drunkenness. “Why’s your boyfriend a…. butt?”

“Well, he’s mad that I let Katsuki go and didn’t even try to go against him. He’s also mad that I questioned the police’s authority with thinking that Katsuki’s a villain.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “I know Katsuki’s not a villain. And we basically fought over that.” Bakugou was dismayed. He initially thought what you had told him during today’s incident was utter and complete bullshit. The fact that you would go against your own boyfriend for him confused him if anything.

“Why would you even defend him anyways? Isn’t… Katsuki a villain?” Bakugou cringed at the sound of his own voice uttering his name, but he wanted to know what you were thinking, knowing that this time would probably be the only time to get you to tell him everything that was on your mind.

You shook your head. “He’s not. I know that for a fact ‘cause ten years ago, when we were still in U.A., my mom died when I was sixteen. I had given up every hope to become a hero. She was the reason why I wanted to be a hero and was my biggest motivator, too. My dad and even Natsuya helped me grieve but they also encouraged me to give up my dreams because they didn’t like the thought of me becoming a hero and putting my life at risk, so they didn’t do anything when I told them. But, Katsuki found me crying during lunch and he told me that if I gave up on becoming a hero, why the hell did I try so hard to get in?”

Bakugou remained silent, taking in the sight of you as you talked. Your eyes seemed heavy, cheeks flushed which were effects due to the alcohol. But, you still acted like the same _____ that he knew from school. He was astonished.

“And after that, everyday he would keep pushing me to work for my dream that I’ve wanted for so long. He would train with me and basically help me become the top of the class, even though he was aiming for that same goal. And he never asked for anything in return, no matter how many times I asked. He was a pain in my neck, but I would’ve never became a hero without him.”

You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I just don’t understand… how can the most dangerous man in the world commit those crimes when he helped me become the hero I am today? Don’t villains hate heroes? So why did he help me?”

Bakugou still didn’t say anything, watching as you sighed exasperatedly and leaned your head on the counter. He parted his lips. “What would you say to him if you saw him now?”

You shot up, cheeks puffed in anger, and your fist raised in the air. “I’d walk up to him and punch him right in the face! And if I keep running into him, I’m gonna annoy him into becoming a hero until he does, the same way he did for me!”

Awe. Bakugou was in so much awe. Who knew the number one hero would care so much about the number one villain? Hearing you drunkingly talk so passionately made Bakugou feel… odd. He couldn’t quite describe it, but hearing you basically defend his name and talk so highly off him when he knew he could never meet your expectations, made him feel liberated. 

“You’re an idiot,” Bakugou mumbled, shaking his head yet a small smile on his face.

“Huh?” You asked, rubbing your eyes vigorously. “Now that I think about it, you look like Katsuki.”

“No way, I’ve never heard of him.”

“Really?” You asked perplexingly. “You must’ve been confused this whole time if you don’t even know who he is. So, let me tell you all about him; he’s–”

“Okay, that’s enough talking for one day.” Bakugou stood up, leaning over to pull the mask back up onto your face. You were still a hero, and everyone in this area wouldn’t hesitate to kill you the minute they saw you. “I’m taking you home.”

You groaned. “I don’t wanna get up. I’m too tired.”

“Then I’ll fucking carry you.”

You gasped, shielding your body from him. “No! I’m not gonna let some stranger touch me!”

Yet you basically gave out your whole life story to this fucking stranger…

“Hey, Watari!” Bakugou called out to the bartender. “Put her drinks on my tab. I’ll pay for it when I get back.”

“You got it, Ground Zero!”

“Come on.” Bakugou grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the bar. “I’m taking you home.”

Bakugou drove in front of the complex, unlocking your door to let you out. He had taken your surgical mask and slipped on a hat to cover his identity. He opened your door for you. “Are you gonna be okay getting inside?”

You nodded in exaggeration. “Mina’s at home, so I’m in good hands.” You stumbled your way inside, turning around and waving at Bakugou. “Thanks, stranger! Hopefully we see each other soon!”

Bakugou raised his hand, leaning against his car as he watched you walk right into the door and fall on your ass. He couldn’t help but laugh, you were still as clumsy as ever. He sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets as you waited for the elevator, looking around aimlessly.

“Yeah… hopefully we meet again soon.”

Cornered

Word Count: 6.2k

Summary: While trying to survive in a desolate world, you keep stumbling across the same mysterious man. Despite your wish to be left alone, it seems that Keigo has other plans.

Themes/Warnings: Smut; Some angst; Yandere!Hawks; Quirkless!AU; Dystopian!AU; The flavor of the dystopia is zombie apocalypse, but it isn’t extremely prevalent in the story. Still, I’ll put a general warning for gore and death, nothing extreme.

You had lost track of the days. Months - it had been months, you knew that. Months since you had seen another human being. At least one who was alive. 

It had been only a few hours since you’d seen one that was dead.

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Kirishima’s Plaything - Part 11 - My Only Love

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Tagging: @ladyinpastelpink​ bc I know she’s gonna wanna see this

A/N: This is going to be LONG. Make sure to buckle in.

“That was a pretty bad thing I did, huh?” He chuckled, looking out of the window, staring down at everyone on the streets beneath. “I really… never imagined I’d have to threaten anyone like that. But I can’t just have some big-wig with a badge threatening my baby like that-” his breath hinged at the last word and he choked for a second, taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly. “Well… alright, maybe not my baby, since you… clearly don’t want to be called that anymore. I just… wish you’d give me a chance, you know? I’m not… whatever you think I am. I’m not a monster. I don’t know what you believe, or what you think I am, but… it’s alright. I understand.”

The thoughts were racing around in your head. Was this the real Kiri you thought you knew? Was anything real? Did anything between you and him… actually happen? You wanted to ask anything and everything that came to mind, feeling as though your skull was splitting, but there was a voice inside your head repeating “He’s just going to tell you what you want to hear,” over and over. Maybe you were wrong, maybe Kirishima was wrong, maybe the detective was wrong - there was no one to trust anymore.

“I just want you to give me a chance,” he continued, pivoting himself back towards you and pacing to the chair next to your bedside. “I want you… to give me a chance to prove that… nothing actually happened. Except with Bakugo, of course… I can definitely… definitely understand why you’d think that was real… because I saw it for myself. I thought that guy was my best friend, you know. But to take the death footage of All Might, and have people voice over it with my name…? That’s… that’s pretty messed up.”

He’d switched again. You didn’t know this Eijiro. You were unfamiliar with these soft words and this understanding tone. It was such a back and forth, which version of him was, well, actually him? 

“There’s nothing in this world that I want more… than for you to just feel me, deep in your heart again,” he whispered. “I know we really hadn’t been dating for long when you went missing. It was only six months. You went to the store to get some things for a half-anniversary dinner and then you… never came back. I was pretty confused myself, you know…”

His voice was choking up, and his chest was hiccupping with sobs as his loose red hair was hanging over his forehead. Glancing at him, as he folded his knees to his chest and burying his face into them, you noticed his black roots. He hadn’t re-dyed his hair in… quite some time. 

You were getting nauseous again when the realization hit you that there was a possibility you were wrong. 

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A World of Our Own Masterpost

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Synopsis: You and a man named Bucky crash land on a deserted island. Can the two of you come together and make it until rescue comes? After you begin to fall for the mysterious Bucky Barnes, will you even want to be rescued?

Castaway AU Prompt for @ruckystarnes Summer of AUs

Moodboards

1. The Big Boom

*Hold That Tight - Fan art

2. The Shift in the Wind

3. A Streak of Blood

*I Need You - Fan art

*I'll Heal - Fan art

4. Falling Hard

5. Coming soon...

6. Coming soon...

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The Villain -- Ch. 2: Happy to See Me?

A/N: This chapter, for those of you who read the sneak peek I posted a few days ago, is a little similar to that although I changed a few things. Sorry if it’s not as exciting as the one shot/sneak peek. I’m trying to lay down the plot before going into the juicy details if you know what I mean ;)

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Pairing: villain!bakugou x female!reader Warnings: swearing Word Count: 2,220

Links to previous chapters: Chapter 1: We’re Missing Katsuki

✐posted 08.26.2018✐

“Come on, Mina, we’re gonna be late!” You exclaimed, shoving your keys in the lock while waiting for your best friend who was quite notorious for always being late.

“I’m coming!” Mina called out, running around your shared apartment to grab her things. She finally found her purse, slipped her shoes on, and joined you out the door. 

“The one day off we have and you’re still late,” you grumbled, shoving your keys in your bag.

Mina grinned, looping her arm around yours. “Oh, please. You complain all the time and you still happily put up with me.”

“Yeah, because if I don’t who will?”

The two of you laughed, walking out of your apartment complex and down the street. You both earned a few awestricken stares by passers-by. 

“Hi Ms. Pinky! Hi Ms. _____!” A kid who lived on the block where yours and Mina’s apartment was located. He always greeted the two of you every morning.

“Hi Masayuki!” You and Mina chimed in unison, earning a wide grin from the little boy.

Mina sighed. “Man, it’s one-hundred percent worth all the risks we take when we fight when we get to see such happy faces like that every morning.”

You nodded in agreement. “Mhm. The fact that we’re able to protect people who can’t protect themselves… I feel like everything’s worthwhile when people share their appreciation like that.”

Mina opened her mouth to give a reply, interrupted by your phone ringing in your pocket. You pulled it out, reading Natsuya’s caller I.D.

“Ooh! It’s Mr. Buff Chief of Police Boyfriend,” Mina teased, earning a eye roll from you.

You answered the call. “Hey, Natsu.”

“_____.” Natsuya’s gruff voice came from the other end. “What’re you doing right now?”

“Actually, Mina and I are walking to that café down the street. Tsuyu and Kyouka got here early this morning and we just wanted to see them before any villains do end up showing up.”

“Ah, okay. Well then I won’t bother you. Have fun.”

“Why’d you ask?”

“I wanted to take you out for breakfast. I feel like the only time we see each other, it’s work related.”

You smiled. “I’m sorry. I promise we can get dinner tonight. It’ll be just you and me. No villains and no girl friends either.” You eyed Mina who stuck her tongue out at you.

Natsuya chuckled. “Sounds good. I’ll see you tonight, _____.”

You said your goodbyes and hung up. Mina sighed dramatically. “You’re making me feel single, _____.”

You nudged her side. “It’s not my fault. Go get yourself a boyfriend then.”

“That’s too much work. I’d rather suffer in my lonesome,” Mina groaned.

You laughed, opening the door of the café. The bells jingled at the top and the baristas greeted the two of you, seeing as you were regulars at this point.

“There you guys are!” Jirou huffed, waving at you and Mina over to her table with Asui.

“What took you guys so long?” Asui asked, placing a finger on her chin.

“Well, beauty like this doesn’t take a few minutes, my friends,” Mina said dramatically, gesturing to her face.

“That translates to: Mina overslept as usual and I had to physically get her ass out of bed and she made us even more late.”

Jirou and Asui laughed while Mina glared at you. You sighed in relief. Besides Mina, you hadn’t met up with your past classmates from class A since graduation. Kirishima had stayed with you and Mina for a week when being stationed in the Kanto region where your apartment complex was located. But that was three years ago. It had been three years since then, since Shigaraki was pronounced dead and Bakugou was claimed to be the presumed culprit, leader of the League, and the most dangerous man alive. 

“So how’s the Hokkaido region been, Kyouka?” You asked.

Jirou twirled one of her earphone jacks around her finger. “It’s been alright, if we’re talking crime-related things. Nothing too flashy. Since I live with Yaomomo, at least there’s two pros around the area to protect the people. But at least we haven’t run into the League like you, Tsuyu.”

Tsuyu nodded. “Ochako and I were assigned to patrol the Tohoku region and that Toga attacked us and a few other pros. Luckily no one got hurt. But, I think she wanted a blood sample of ours. That was three years ago though.”

“Still, that’s scary. The League really just won’t give up.” Mina laid her head on the table and sighed.

Suddenly, the tables and chairs and practically the whole shop shook briefly. “What was that?!” A woman screamed from outside, pointing down the street.

The four of you sprung up immediately, rushing outside to see the commotion. The buildings down the street were set up into raging blue flames.

“That’s gotta be Dabi,” you muttered.

“You don’t think our apartment’s burning up, too, do you?” Mina asked worriedly.

“We can’t know for sure. What the hell is the Vanguard even doing here?” Jirou asked angrily.

“It doesn’t matter. Tsuyu, Mina, you two stay back here and lead the people to safety. There’s probably so many people caught up in those flames right now and they need your help,” you instructed.

Tsuyu nodded, Mina agreeing with her. “You can count on us.”

As they rushed to help civilians, you turned to Jirou. “Kyouka, get up on a higher platform and try and see if you can use your earphone jack and find out what they’re doing here. And try and get us some backup, too!”

“Okay, but what about you?” Jirou asked.

“I’m going to try and buy us as much time as we can get and attack the Vanguard.”

“By yourself?! That’s suicide!”

You smiled slightly. “I’ll be fine. We’ve dealt with worse and pulled through each time. It’ll be the same this time as well. Plus, it seems that it’s just Dabi. I can handle him.”

Jirou gritted her teeth, dashing inside the café to access the rooftop. “You better be right about this, Number One!”

With that, you rushed into the direction of the attacks. People were running in the opposite direction, screaming in terror as they gripped onto one another and prayed they wouldn’t get burned. Due to your quirk, fire was no problem for you. Your quirk was called Nature. You could control any natural element as well as dispel it from your body. Water, earth, fire, air… if it consisted of earthly and natural components, you could control it at will. Because of this quirk, your body had grown accustomed to the burns and no longer felt damage or pain towards flames any longer.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here,” Dabi said cooly, emerging from his flames.

“What the hell do you want, Dab–-”

“I have strict instructions to not let anything happen to you.” He pointed further into the flames. “You have a visitor in there.”

You turned your head into the direction where he was pointing and just as you turned back to face him once more, he had vanished. “Dammit.”

Trudging along, you used the air part of your quirk and created a clear pathway for you to walk. Wondering who Dabi was talking about, a flower shop that was free of flames and was perfectly intact was the only building left untouched. You knew whoever Dabi was referring to was inside there, and as much as you wanted to wait for backup, you couldn’t handle the anticipation. Every fiber of your being was telling you to retreat and try and save some people or even go after Dabi, but a small part of you was pushing you to enter that flower shop.

Cautiously, you pushed open the door. Shelves upon shelves were covered in flower pots and the middle aisle was filled with large sunflowers, covering whatever was behind it.

“Mm, so you decided to come,” a voice muttered. The lights shut down, the windows drawn to a close as the light emanating through the glass was now absent. You were left in the darkness.

“Who the hell are you?” You demanded, raising your hand to create a small flame to provide as light for you to see.

A warm hand wrapped around your wrist while the other arm pushed you against the wall. The arm snaked down, resting at the small of your back. “Come on, flick that little flame out and see my face. I know you’ve been dying to see me.”

You gasped quietly. After hearing the voice more clearly, it was quite obvious who was trapping you in this little shop. You activated your quirk, flickering a small flame on your palm. Low and behold, Bakugou’s face was outlined through the flames, that devious smirk plastered on his face as always. “Katsuki.”

Bakugou scoffed. “My name’s not Bakugou Katsuki anymore so don’t fucking call me that.”

You stared up at him in disbelief. “It’s really you.”

“No shit.” Bakugou grinned deviously. “Happy to see me?”

“I don’t know,” you uttered truthfully. “How are you supposed to react when one of your best friends finally shows his stupid face after almost ten years, even when you had thought you were close with him. What’s the matter with you, Katsuki?”

Bakugou looked away for a moment before meeting your eyes once more. “I don’t expect you to understand.”

“Then help me understand.” You looked up at him. “You were there for me all those years ago, now let me return the favor.”

“I’m not asking for your help.”

“I don’t care. I don’t care what the news and media’s saying; you’re not a villain.”

Bakugou took one step forward, attempting to intimidate you but you stood your ground. Although you were a little frightened, you sure as hell weren’t going to give him that satisfaction. “And what makes you think I’m not a villain?”

“There’s no hard evidence that proves that you’re a villain. There’s no evidence that you actually killed Shigaraki or kidnapped all those people. All we have is the police’s apparent testimony.”

Bakugou raised a brow at you. “So you’re questioning the cops? Isn’t your prick of a boyfriend one of those shits?”

You furrowed your own brows. “That’s none of your business.”

Bakugou chuckled humorlessly. “Oh? I thought we were friends?”

You pried Bakugou’s grasp from your wrist, clutching his collar angrily. “We were friends, you dick! We were best friends! It was you, me, Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero! We were always by your side, we always had your back! And you paid us with dust!”

Bakugou shook your grip off, planting his arms on either side of you on the wall behind you. You were trapped. “I don’t give a damn about any of you. Get that into your thick skull, Number One Hero. Speaking of, as the symbol of peace, aren’t you obligated to reprimand me and send me to the cops and your ass of a boyfriend?”

“I will. But not until you tell it to me straight.” This time you took a step forward, closing the gap in between the two of you. “Look me dead in the eyes and tell me that you committed all those crimes. Tell me that you’re still not the same Bakugou Katsuki that I fell in love with all those years ago.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened, his almighty façade wavering. “You’re in love with me?”

You jabbed your finger at his chest. “Were. Past tense. There’s no way that I could ever love a boy who would put his friends through hell for his own selfish ways.”

Bakugou scoffed. “Oh, and what now? You fall in love with little boys with sticks up their asses and a silver spoon in their mouths?”

“No.” You were furious with the way he was referring to Natsuya. “I fall in love with men who know how treat others. Who know how to not keep a woman waiting.” 

Bakugou kept his mouth shut, glaring down at you. He separated his lips a few times, trying to come up with a rebuttal but failed each time.

“Now, I didn’t forget. Tell me your verdict.”

Bakugou parted his lips once more and you stared longingly, anticipating his response. 

A response that you’d have to hear another time, if there was another time.

“Hey, boss man! Wherever you are, we’ve gotta go. The pros are all here!” Dabi’s voice called out from outside.

Bakugou’s signature smirk creeped up his face as he moved away from you quickly, heading for the exit. 

You gasped, chasing after him. “Katsuki! Get back here!”

Kurogiri appeared alongside Dabi who walked into the warp gate. Bakugou turned to face you before walking off. “Don’t look so down, _____. We’ll see each other again, and may be I’ll give you the answer to that question you’ve been dying to know about.”

And like that he was gone. 

Mysteriously, Dabi’s once raging flames died down, leaving a suffocating smoke behind. You dropped to your knees. You had almost done it, almost gotten the answer you and your friends had been desperately wanting to know about for the past three years. But he had slipped away, leaving you behind.

Then again, it was what he did best: leave you behind.