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It all happens in an instant.
Everyone is lucky that you just so happened to be strolling through the streets, on the way to buy some random groceries when a huge explosion occurs right by your side. Debris from the building walls and shattered windows fly out dangerously and abrupt, shrill screams erupt from the people around you. The explosion causes the side of your figure to be instantaneously hit and thrown to the side from the blast, your body heavily crashing through an unknown window and causing a groan to get effectively pulled out of you.
For a moment you can't see anything or think thoroughly. Your head probably hit a bit too hard on the glass, and it takes a while for you to process what's going on. You only start to wince into reality when voices speak behind you, the hood of your sweatshirt fallen off of your head and cascading over your back.
"Holy shit— is that Possession?"
"No way! The pro-hero?"
You immediately grimace as you feel your back hit harshly against a wooden counter, sitting up and your spine stiffening as a combination of cold and warm liquids spill over your shoulders. Was that fucking coffee? You jolt at the sudden different temperatures dripping onto your hair and through your layers of clothing. You quickly pull your hoodie off, tossing it to the side and sluggishly standing up.
Holding your head with one hand to steady yourself, you hold out your other one to stop everyone dead in their tracks. There are tons of people around you; kids, teenagers, and adults. You swear that one of workers behind the counter reaches over to pick up your hoodie in your peripheral vision, probably to help take care of it, but you don't have the compacity to worry about it right now.
"Stay back everyone," you sternly warn with a motion of your hand. Most of kids are looking at you with pure adoration while some of the teenagers are just gaping at you, none of them probably paying attention. You'll just have to depend on the staring adults to keep everyone else in control. "Someone call the police and ambulance in case if anyone's hurt!"
Before anyone else can speak up or protest you dash out of the café, kicking some of the broken glass shards away and taking in the situation. The building across is blasted to bits on the front and a villain confidently walks out of it, grenades taped all over and onto his limbs.
"W-Wow!" He gasps out in pretend joy when he spots you in broad daylight. All the passerby from earlier are shaking in fear on the road and sidewalks around you two, but he— you recognize him as the infamous villain, Drills—only grins at you with spread arms. "The sixth pro-hero is my audience today for the first time! I feel incredibly honored!"
"Don't bask in that feeling for too long," you scoff. You hide a hand behind your back as you step forward, also keeping a careful eye out for everyone standing by in case he decides to suddenly attack them for the fun of it. "What do you think you are doing here?"
Drills. The villain with quite, literal drills as his hands and uses bombs as his weapons, but has not been caught due to his planned encounters with only small pro-heroes and also carefully planned escapes. He is known to be tactical but extremely talkative, and secretively, you want to get him to start rambling like an idiot so you can start up your quirk.
"Aw, man," Drills speaks with a smirk. "I thought the hero Invasion would be here on patrol today, but it seems like I have calculated wrong."
"I just happened to be passing by." Expertly you twist your wrist at a specific angle, pressing it against your hip to mimic one of the flash grenades hooked onto his belt. You focus your gaze onto his face while internally pointing towards the object in your mind. "And it's a good thing I did, huh? Are you just causing a ruckus for 'fun', like you usually say?"
Drills only returns a bored look to you, the civilian closest to him scrambling away in mortification. "If you think that your trick is working, then you're wrong." He gives you a dull look like he's disappointed in you, as if he was expecting you to do something more. "I'm not stupid, Possession. Your quirk lets you copy whatever object you choose, right? You can't possibly be thinking that you'll get away with mimicking my grenade."
God. How was no one able to catch this guy? "Is that all you know about my quirk? It seems like you're lacking a lot of data, then." You frown at him, almost trying to match his energy. "You do know what the word possession means, right?"
Before Drills can even utter a word, you teleport to the spot of his flash grenade—taking possession of its position— and kick straight up, effortlessly knocking him out and making him collapse onto the ground.
"So Drills attacked that specific restaurant just 'cause he didn't like the owner?"
"Pretty much," Detective Tsukauchi says. There is a wry smile on his face. "It turns out they were not good high school classmates, but the owner was out of the building at that time Drills attacked."
"That's good news," You nod as your phone vibrates with a notification in your pocket, the both of you ignoring it. "Any civilians injured?"
"Fortunately, no one was hurt, only minor injuries. It's too bad the same can't be said about the buildings." Your phone keeps vibrating and this time, Tsukauchi arches an eyebrow. "Do you need to answer that? I can give you time if you need it."
You shake your head since it's probably Bakugo blowing up your phone with his text messages (figuratively). "Nah, it's fine. I'll just go with you to quickly write in the report." Since your agency is right across from the police station, it would be easier for the both of you to ride together.
However, as you follow him to his police car, you are really starting to wonder if something was wrong. Your phone is vibrating nonstop like it usually does after a patrol—because of your snarky boyfriend—but this time it goes on for a full minute, and at this point you'll only turn it on and take a look so the sound won't be a nuisance to the detective.
You jolt when you suddenly feel a heavy hand on your shoulder, spinning you around and making you face the eyes of previously said snarky boyfriend. It's nothing new, Bakugo always being around where you are to make sure you aren't hurt, but what makes your eyes widen is when his motorcycle jacket is suddenly wrapped around your shoulders.
"Why didn't you check your fucking phone?" He demands for an answer, gripping your shoulders with the usual glare on his face. "Is it not working or something?"
"I assumed that it was just you," You reply, unfazed like how your usually playful arguements with Bakugo goes. "And with the way you're acting right now it seems like I'm right, aren't I?"
"Just look at it already," He snarls through gritted teeth, and all you can think about is how much fun it is to tease him. Bakugo looks over your shoulder and at Tsukauchi, who's smiling while witnessing all this—he's probably feeling pretty nostalgic with how you two are bantering like during the times of high school. "I'm taking her with me."
He is true to his word; pulling you along towards his car even if it's in the eyes of the public, fan girls at every corner screaming out his hero name. You open the passenger door seat yourself and hop right in, Bakugo starting the engine almost immediately as you wave a goodbye to the detective.
"Have you even seen the pictures?" He asks scornfully, one hand behind your seat and the other steering the wheel. "Everyone on the Internet is going fucking crazy right now."
Your eyebrows shoot up in a mix of confusion and surprise. "What are you talking about? I thought it was just you being worried about me." You fake a sad frown before a teasing smile takes over your face. "Did everyone think that I couldn't take down Drills? It was pretty—"
"I'm not talking about that!" Bakugo interrupts like expected, and yup—his face is flushed at your words. "I knew you could handle him, but that's not—goddamn, just check your stupid phone already!"
"Wow, the almighty Katsuki is stumbling over his words today," You giggle but still obey, pulling out your phone and turning it on as he sends a cold glare your way. It surprises you when the screen lights up with only ten previous messages from him, and... a bunch of social media notifications? "Why am I getting tagged so much?"
When he doesn't answer and only focuses on driving, you give him a skeptical look but still unlock your phone to check the notifications.
possessionsteponmeplz (@kyunkyuniscute) posted:
yall my friend was at the fuckin coffee shpo @possession was at earlier and holy shit.. [1 Attached Image]
Bin (@todorockmyheart) replied to @kyunkyuniscute:
SHE LOOKS SO HOT HERE WTFFFF
Momo's Muffin (@muffincreati) replied to @kyunkyuniscute:
I,,, CANNOT BE ETHE ONLY ONE WHO SEES THOSE BEAUTIFUL ABS JESUS CHRIST
kei <3 (@okeididntask) replied to @kyunkyuniscute:
my gay is showing. how can someone look so good without even trying. 🙏🙏
Your jaw drops when you open up the picture.
It's you, propped up against the counter with your figure dripping of coffee. Which reminds you, shit— your adrenaline was so high earlier that you forgot that you were soaked with the feeezing liquids, shivering in Bakugo's jacket as you remember. But that isn't even the main part.
Your shirt is soaked with coffee, clinging onto your chest and abs very much visibly.
Being a pro-hero, you usually get compliments and funny thirsts here and there, but this picture makes you look way more attractive than usual and it's already being spreaded around everywhere. You feel your face flush at the fact that it wasn't even intentional, scrolling through the comments as surprise takes over you. Some of them are in all uppercase letters, screaming about how lucky the original poster's friend was to be able to get a picture. You don't even remember anyone having a phone out at the scene!
"...Wow." is all you can manage out. "I definitely was not expecting that at all."
"So?" Bakugou scowls at you from the driver's seat. "What do you think?"
"What do you mean, 'what do I think?'" You obliviously ask. "I mean, I'm surprised, but it's kind of funny to me." You have to hold back a laugh as you read a comment of someone talking about how blessed their eyes were after seeing the picture. "Aand, I look pretty hot here. Don't you think so?
You can see Bakugo's knuckles go white on the steering wheel from your teasing, and no regrets fly through your mind as you smile. "Holy shit— don't you get it, brat?" He glares at you again, although his gaze feels much more furiously affectionate and protective rather than mad. "Some fucking extras on the Internet are thirsting over my girlfriend!"
And then your boyfriend does that expression, the one that you absolutely love and would one-hundred percent rant about. The one where he pouts and scowls at the same time and makes him look just adorable.
"Kat, are you jealous?" You grin cheekily and poke at his shoulder. He mutters something along the lines of don't distract me as he backs the car into a parking space, arm around your seat as he turns around to look back.
Then he looks back at you. It looks like he's seriously debating his words for a moment before brazenly speaking, "Yes, I'm fucking jealous. Happy?" He continues to warmly hold your gaze as he says it too, eyebrows furrowed with a burning stare as he runs a hand through his hair. "You're mine and mine only, not just someone everyone can fucking talk about like you don't have a lover."
"Katsuki," you slowly say, this time with a genuine tone as you reach over to touch his shoulder— you kind of have to bite back another teasing smile as his ears burn a bright red, his eyes finally and fully taking in the sight of you comfortably in his jacket. "It's just the society we live in now, no one would dare to actually hit on Ground Zero's lover. You would probably just explode them six feet under." You tilt your head in a bubbly manner to add even more optimism. "Besides, only you can walk up to me and wrap me up in your clothes. My prince in shining armor, right?"
Your words seem to do the trick, because he can only snort and look away to cover his flushed face. He grumbles out, "Don't get so cheesy on me, dumbass. I'll be your stupid knight in shining armor anyday if it means only I can see you like this."
Bakugo muttered the last part, but your ears still pick up on it and a true smile appears on your face. The two of you only bask in the silence in the parked car, his hand reaching over to boldly hold yours as you both look out of the car windows.
There is not denying in the way the both of you feel like high school teenagers again, just simply giddy in love. You'll always feel like you're falling in love all over again with Bakugo Katsuki.