Full Summary:
"Love consumes and destroys us before we even recognize it. And, unfortunately, by the time we do notice...we've already been incinerated down to ashes."
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Bakugou Katsuki liked his work. Some people would say...he liked it too much.
He took saving lives and solving crimes very seriously and never missed an oversight on a single case—up until one night his long-term girlfriend broke things off with him in the worst possible way. As a result, a minor slip up ended up costing him severely and after that Bakugou felt himself broken apart in more ways than one. He vowed to shut himself off from seriously dating to spare himself the fucking headache.
Enter Midoriya Izuku.
A walking contradiction that is giving Katsuki is an actual lethal goddamn migraine along with a mysterious set of arsenal crimes that walked right into town with him. But the most frustrating part is that Katsuki can't seem to get his fucking mind off either.
Notes:
Hello! Officially a second BakuDeku story on the way~!
This was birthed by my love of Brooklyn 99 and angsty men who have traumatic pasts that can equally help each other out. I had this idea while writing 'Kacchan' and I decided to type it out a while ago and I'm gonna just go ahead and post it now :) Enjoy!
Chapter one - Charcoal
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"—Get the fuck out of my house right now Bakugou! I fucking mean it this time! I don't want to see you ever again! We're done!" The shrill high-pitched voice screeched at him, cutting high enough to break fucking glass.
"Are you serious, Takeyama? You're doing this shit now? On a goddamn Wednesday night?"
Katsuki couldn't believe it...or maybe he could, and he just didn't want to.
He was currently standing in his and his girlfriend's living room in his goddamn heart print boxers and a white t-shirt having all of shit being thrown at him while he was trying to look over an important case for his superior.
"See! There it is again!" The furious blonde woman rounded on him, getting close into his face. "I can't even get a proper break up with you without your goddamn work somehow finding its way into the conversation. That's all you seem to care about! You don't want a relationship you want an all-consuming career."
Katsuki felt himself snarl at the remark and started to avidly collect the papers that were being carelessly blown about by the absolute damn whirlwind the crying woman was making.
"And is that fucking wrong!? Look, can we do this another damn day? I have a big case file I need to look over by Friday and I'm not about to get my ass lit on fire by Toshinori because you want to kick me out in the middle of the fucking night!"
"No. I'm dead ass serious. We're through. Finished. Which means you need to pack all of your shit and get the fuck out!" She threw one of his dress shoes at his head and Katsuki barely ducked as the object whizzed past his ear. Red eyes widened at the vicious action and mildly winced at the crashing sound that erupted from behind him.
Concerned red eyes met wet, angry pointed ones and Katsuki felt the seriousness of everything settle in. Sure, Takeyama was a fireball. She was a force of a woman and they would very frequently butt heads, but it never escalated this far. She never actually threw anything at him with intentions of harming him.
The ash blonde tried to carefully approach her in a calm manner when he saw her start to break down in tears more. "...Takeyama, don't do this, you're not thinkin' right—" but that was the wrong choice of words to say. Soon the sobbing stopped, and those eyes were sharp. Cut throat sharp.
"Oh? Now, I'm not thinking right?" She hissed at him. "No, Katsuki, I fucking am. This is the one moment in our entire shitty ass four-year relationship that I'm actually thinking straight. I wasn't thinking right when I let you skip our anniversary dinner two years in a row. I wasn't thinking right when I would stay up for you worried and couldn't even get a phone call or a text back from you to at least be considerate and let me know you're okay!"
"I wasn't thinking right when I stayed in this empty ass relationship for four years and actually moved here to Shizuoka with you after college. I wasn't thinking right when I let you just ignore me all the goddamn time for whatever the fuck you do down at that station!"
The blonde bristled at the dismissive statement of his job and felt his anger boil over. She had no fucking right to say something like that.
"I save lives! I'm sorry but my career is demanding! We went over this several times, why are you acting like you didn't know that this was how it was going to be when we moved—where the hell are you going?" He called out loudly following her into the bedroom.
He watched in disbelief as the frazzled blonde-haired woman started aggressively tossing his clothes out of their shared dresser and shoving them into his suitcase. He walked over and tried to stop her, but she shoved his hand away instantly with a force that shocked the blonde male.
"You're taking too long—I mean it. I want you out," her words burned into his brain and the blonde felt his chest start to heave at the reality of it. His girlfriend of four years that he was in love with was really actually kicking him out. He loved her, and she was going to throw him out on the damn street in the middle of the fucking night.
"Stop!" He screamed at her, trying to shove his clothes back in but found himself fruitless. The determined female just kept going around on a rampage and putting all his belonging in his bags quicker than he could keep up. Katsuki felt his brain start to rattle with distress and as he tried to keep it together. "Don't fuckin' do this it's 2:00 am—can we just talk!?"
"No! I asked you talk to me for the last two years and you never had any time! So, you can go talk to that damn red head of a new best friend you work with at that station. You can go live there for all I care. I'm going back to Tokyo!" She spat at him in a tone that hurt. It actually hurt. The tall blonde furrowed his brows and tried to stop her from taking his coats down from the closet.
"Take—" His voice cracked and as he tried to touch her shoulder. In a split second she turned around and shoved her hand against his hard chest, making him stumble back on his feet. "Don't fucking push me! Just a wait a damn moment!" He screamed but she wasn't listening.
In a flash, before he could recognize what was happening, Katsuki felt the intense pain of a ruthless slap run across his face. It left behind the burn of four years of pain, hurt, and let downs.
"I SAID TO FUCKING LEAVE!"
He said nothing but held his cheek in disbelief. He stared wide eyed down at the person he thought was going always be there.
But he was wrong. He was actually wrong.
He was going to be alone.
. . .
A tired fist banged a wooden door with the number '508'. The young adult that was just thrown out of his apartment in the rain at 2:30 am had silently gathered his stuff with a stinging cheek. The pain sunk in and made him feel like a failure—something he always feared being.
Katsuki didn't like being a failure, at anything. Especially in a relationship that he thought he very much gave all he had. But apparently it wasn't enough for the one person who was enough for him the last four years.
So, here he was:
Soaking wet on a Wednesday night, gritting his teeth with all his shit in a ratty suitcase and duffle bag banging on Kirishima Eijiro's door at nearly 3:30 am after making his way across the city. When no one came to the door he banged louder, accidently letting some of his residue anger into the motion and creating a loud sound.
"Coming!" A tired voice called but Katsuki couldn't stop banging. He felt like such a fucking failure. How did he ignore things that goddamn long in his own relationship to the point that they fucking ended that goddamn sloppy?
"I said I'm coming just hold on!" The voice all but screamed. "Do you know what time it is!? Who in the fucking worl—" The door flew open and the irritated look the other tall male was wearing sunk quickly at the sight in front of him. "—Bakugou? What are you doing here?"
The disheveled male in question worked his jaw and slowly lowered his hand. Spikey blonde hair was now flat and sticking to his face from rain. The usual pissed off expression was now extremely pissed off mixed with undeniable hurt. Along with that, he sported a wet face that no one could tell was either from the rain or his own tears, and he wasn't going to admit to the latter.
"Can I stay...with you for a while?" He gritted out from between his teeth. The red head quickly nodded and stepped aside. Slowly, each step Katsuki took forward felt like dragging cinder blocks against the wooden floor. He shouldn't be here. He should be in bed with Takeyama—but she didn't fucking wanthim. She didn't want him anymore because he failed as a damn boyfriend—
"What happened, man?" Kirishima's worried voice cut off his self-deprecating thoughts. He turned to the friend in question and sighed, throwing his bags to the ground out of frustration.
"Takeyama fucking threw me out. She's moving back to Tokyo and the lease was in her name," he said bitterly. The words were all too heavy against his tongue.
"Kiri? Who was that at the door?" A soft voice called from the back. Dejected, angry red eyes looked up to see his other coworker, Mina, appear from the back. He bit the inside his cheek slightly bitter at the sight. He knew they probably had a thing but now it felt like it was salt in the wounds.
"Omg! Katsuki, you're soaking wet!" The bubble gum pink haired girl exclaimed.
"Yeah...I know," he harshly whispered. Flashes of the angry blonde woman still appeared in his head along said what he felt like were happy memories of them.
"Here, don't think about it anymore. Let's get you fixed up on the couch, okay? Get some sleep we got work in the morning." There was a hand on his back that helped pull him out of his slope of thoughts, but he couldn't help but replay the words of the person he was with for the last four years.
"Right." Work. He had to go to work.
Red eyes looked down at his black leather briefcase that was dangled off his shoulder loosely.
. . .
He wanted to leave.
For the first time ever in Bakugou Katsuki's life, he wanted to leave work early because he couldn't fucking focus on any goddamn thing that was placed in front of him.
The tall blonde in question was sitting impatiently at his desk in the police precinct that was right next to the foggy window. It was pouring cats and dogs outside and the sound of the rain did absolutely fucking nothing to help take his mind off of the broken hearted blonde woman. He kept thinking about where he went wrong and where he could possibly have fixed it, to prevent the destructive of the relationship that burned him so sourly.
He took a sharp inhale in and did his best to focus on the files that were in front of him. He had a red pen twirling in his hand and copy of evidence for a recent serial killer case that Police Captain Toshinori had given him directly.
It was extremely important that he figure out where the killer could possibly strike next before more lives were lost and Katsuki was good at problem solving. He always has been. The blonde-haired supervisor that he looked up to so much was counting on him to do this correctly.
At the moment Katsuki was the most successful detective in the Shizuoka area. His marks from the top university in the country, Tokyo University, earned him an accelerate pathway into the force and top recommendations when he started into the academy. At this rate he could be a lieutenant or a sergeant if he kept up the good work but dear fucking Godit was so hard to do anything at the moment!
Every time he tried to read a sentence he felt the guilt of Takeyama overcome his thoughts. He heard her scream at him how he loved his work too much and Katsuki would be lying to himself if this was the first time the blonde ever said something like this.
She was right. The worst part about all of this is that she was fucking right.
Katsuki had skipped out on dates, forgotten or just didn't care enough to text her back while at work and sometimes he would even sleep at the station if he was up with Mina or Kirishima trying to put together the puzzle pieces on a new case. Or how he would always disappear without a call or text when going undercover on a new case.
He didn't have to...but he did.
Now he lost it all.
He (ironically) tried to call the now ex-girlfriend several times and text her to see if they could possibly work things out. However, he soon found he was deleted and blocked from all social media and none of his messages were even answered.
She left him on read.
Every. Fucking. Time.
Too distracted in his own thoughts, Katsuki didn't notice the error he typed up on his laptop pertaining to the case. He had fixed in his head a mist all his racing thoughts where the killer would strike next and typed down the possible location he felt like would be near where the crime would happen next.
He shut down his laptop and for the first time since he arrived in Shizuoka two years ago, left work exactly at 5pm.
. . .
By Friday Katsuki was feeling a little better. Not a lot better...but just a little. Mina, Denki, and Kirishima dragged him out after work on Friday to go to some random ass club with pop music and the ash blonde young adult tried his best to have fun.
He did his best not to scowl at all the women and men who would approach him trying to hit on him because he should be open to a hook up. Nothing better to help fix a broken heart other than getting someone underneath you. But every time a cute guy or cute girl would approach him Katsuki found himself disinterested.
He wasn't as up for it as he thought.
The detective went back to Kirishima's with an empty feeling and did his best to just close his eyes and not listen to anymore suggestions shitty hair threw his way. He would figure out how to cope with this damn broken heart bullshit his own way. Besides, he was sure he would be over it soon. Takeyama was right...their relationship was relatively empty recently.
The last two days without her didn't really feel much different...but that didn't stop it from hurting.
So, he tried his best to suck it up and tell himself it would be over soon. He would just try to focus on his work.
Something he was good at because he was Bakugou fucking Katsuki and if there's anything he was good at it was his work ethic. He wasa notorious workaholic and perfectionist.
. . .
"This is seriously making me reconsider how high you hold your work standard up to, Bakugou," Toshinori reprimanded him in a dark, stern tone.
"We drove around for hourslooking for these coordinates until Todoroki pointed out this location doesn't even exist. Did you even cross check what you were putting in? People's lives were at stake! Now we have another ten dead police officers on our hands because you didn't even check to see what you typed in was a real possible address."
The sinking feeling in his check burned. His heart dropped all the way down into the blackest pit of his stomach, setting everything inside of him a flame with shame and guilt.
He was standing with his back straight but his head hanging down low trying his best not to fucking lose it in his commander's office.
"I thought you were better than this. I honestly did. This is...this is pastdisappointing. What you typed in wasn't even close to what the real address was. Todoroki ended up figuring it out after a while on the go and we go there in enough time to arrest the 'Hero Killer' but not enough time to save all those deputies."
"I'm so sorry, sir. My oversight was inexcusable."
"You're damn right it was," the strong man snapped, startling Katsuki in the process. He slapped his hand down on the table with an upset look that the young adult has never seen before. He watched as his superior spoke his next words very precisely and sharp.
"I don't ever—I mean ever—want to see something like this happen again. If this does happen again I'm going to genuinely strip you down a rank. From now on I'm going to be keeping a close eye on the work you do because you are clearly slacking. Am I understood?"
Katsuki nodded absently, heavy with remorse. He thought about all those policemen that he failed, all the lives that were lost because of him...all because he was suffering from a goddamn broken heart. His mind supplied him the image of a hurt Takeyama and now the ghost visual of ten dead police officers.
He fucked up.
He actually fucked up severely in all aspects of his life and now he took a large loss in both parts. He thought about it bitterly with a sneer on his face and a tightness in his chest.
His fucking emotions got the better of him. In that moment, while he was riding the poisonous wave of self-hatred and doubt, he decided that something like this wouldn't happen again. He wasn't going to lose all these people ever again. He wasn't going to fail Captain Toshinori again.
No. Not any time soon. Katsuki said his next words as a vow that would promise to drown him. Whether he knew it or not.
"Understood."
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4 years later
"C'mon Katsuki, it's a blind date not the fucking guillotine!" Kirishima groaned out loud to the blonde's office space. The red-haired best friend slammed his hand down on his dark wood desk, his gold engagement ring shining bright.
"I'm not fucking going on a damn date, hair for brains," the angry raspy voice retorted back. The busy body blonde had his nose currently shoved down into a stack of papers with his glasses on. He looked over the dark rims unamused in his white colored decorated shirt. "How many times do I have to tell you and Mina to stop trying to set me up?"
Red eyebrows wiggled at him suggestively and Katsuki groaned before promptly ignoring whatever the fuck was about to come out of the tall sergeant's mouth.
"You can say it all you want but you need to go out on a date or something."
"I went out on a date like four months ago, and you know that," the gruff voice mumbled out, his pen working furiously. A sarcastic blow of air left from his best friend's mouth.
"I hardly call what you did a date, that's called a hook up, Katsuki. Plus, you're twenty-seven now, aren't you tired of doing stuff like that? Don't you want to have kids...and stability?" Red eyes flickered over his friend's engagement ring thoughtfully.
Something inside of him slightly did think about the idea of a partner.
He took a one-night lover every blue moon when he felt his stress pent up too high even for him to control. Not really for any other reason. He was never actually interested in the people he slept with. They were just means to an end and he never let it become a bad habit of sleeping around. Strictly for when his stress was high, not for lust driven reasons.
But...a stable partner sometimes did sound nice since he wasn't really the hook up type deep down.
...then he thought directly back to the last time he had one and how ten people died all because of his mess. The man in glasses quickly sneered to cover up his emotions via his defense mechanism and tossed them behind his well-constructed mask.
"I dohave stability. And kids are the last thing on my mind. Right now, I'm focused on being your goddamn lieutenant, and last I checked I gave you a case file to read over yet here you are, in my office, fucking around!"
"I'm just saying you need some time to relax for yourself—"
There was a low groan and Katsuki slammed the file he was holding on the table, utterly done with the conversation. "No, I fucking don't! I need time to focus on these damn cases and make sure people are safe and alive!" The blonde male all but yelled at the other.
Pin-dropping silence overcame office room with just the two males. The tall blonde felt himself inwardly wince. He knew he had an issue with lashing out, but it just came out so naturally whenever he was irritated and or annoyed. His ruby eyes wearily looked past Kirishima to his open office door to see several people awkwardly glancing in to see what all the fuss was about...again.
Just then Kirishima sighed and leaned back.
"That," the other said in a bored tone with his finger pointed directly at Katsuki's face. "That right there. What you just did. Thatmakes me think maybe you need someone to help balance your angry ass out."
"...sorry," he murmured sincerely. He was trying to get better at his outbursts. Really...he was. He was fucking twenty-seven not seventeen anymore. He couldn't keep being a damn hot head all the time like he was in his youth. His mood instantly subdued at the call out of his anger.
"It's cool, no harm no foul man," the other shrugged before taking out his phone. Katsuki eyed the red and black cellular device suspiciously. "But I am just saying...at least give it a try. Wanna at least see the picture?"
There was a moment of silence between the two decorated men. Katsuki rolled his neck and sighed. Obviously, this subject wasn't going to get dropped anytime soon so he might as well fucking roll with it so he could get back to work.
"Sure. Who is it?" He begrudgingly asked.
"One of Mina's cousins. Her name is Mei," Kirishima grinned like a madman. He pulled up a picture of a girl with cherry blossom pink hair and fair skin. Her lips and cheeks were rosy. She was cute. She had a nice body, but...there was something lacking. Like always.
"Pass," Katsuki raised his hand in a dismissive manner and returned his attention to the file in front of him.
The red-haired sergeant gawked at the reaction, mildly offended. "What!? You barely looked at the picture! I didn't even get to tell you her interests!"
"Not everyone is a fan of pink hair like you, Kirishima. Not to say Mina isn't beautiful, but I have a type. I do. And that girl, isn't fucking it."
"You never like anyone I show you! I've shown you guys, and I've shown you girls. I'm starting to think your type doesn't fuckin' exist anymore," the sergeant in blue finally threw his hands up in defeat. "Y'know what? Forget it, man. Can't say I haven't tried."
"Nope. I can actually say the opposite: you tried too damn much. Now, get back to work."
"Will do. But make sure you remember dinner tomorrow, grumpy. We need you go get the charcoal for the grill. Can't start a fire without some charcoal! No being late this time either. I don't wanna have to wait another hour on your workaholic ass to eat like last week."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Make sure to close the door on your way out, dumbass."
And with that his friend left him alone. Red eyes looked up at the door in silence, carefully thinking about what the other just pointed out to him. He looked around his private office space at all the decorated awards, photographs with several mayors, and there was a single photo of him with his colleagues on his desk all gathered around his old '25th' birthday cake.
It felt empty sometimes despite the number of awards that took up all the free space on the white walls.
He stared down at his barren ring hand and then quickly shook his head. No.He ran a calloused hand through his wild hair to regather himself.
No distractions.
. . .
After work was done, it was officially night time in the beginning of a hot summer in the busy city of Shizuoka. The air had a dewy taste of after rain and there was a light sprinkle of clouds positioned across the dark navy-blue color.
Red eyes watched the sky admirably, as he walked out of the office, overlapping with the night shift people. Like always. He passed the street blue and white signed that read 'Uchimizu Ave.'that the station was rooted on the corner of. Like always.
He didn't mean to stay late as he did but the case he was currently working on first hand was a triple homicide. They didn't know if it was an isolated incident or another possible serial killer.
He saw the mild hesitation in his captain's face to give it to him despite having redeemed himself the last four years. He worked harder than anyone else to try to regain that trust, which in turn thrusted him quickly into the lieutenant position while everyone in his starting class were sergeants or still detectives.
It hurt his pride a bit. He failed Captain Toshinori and the man was extremely forgiving, but he wasn't one to forget past mistakes for professional reasons.
Captain Toshinori never forgot those ten funerals and neither did Katsuki. They attended each one so that he could understand the weight of his mistakes in full.
And they were heavy as a thousand stones.
So, he paid careful attention to serial murder cases after that. Or anything that could possibly turn into one.
He made his way back to his luxury apartment in downtown Shizuoka city in silence. He put away his glasses that he only used for reading and gripped tightly onto his black leather sling satchel with a heavy mind. He felt a little on edge every time he worked a serial case and usually a drink or two alone helped take off the pressure.
When inside, the male neatly placed his bag on the hook that was position right in the entryway and took off his shoes thoughtfully in the empty apartment.
The apartment itself was on the ninth floor, giving way to a beautiful view of the city and all its colorful lights. He could see the summer fireworks clearly from the windows that mainly composed his living room that was furnished in black leather and light wooden floors.
The exhausted blonde went into his bedroom that was sleek with white sheets, a nightstand a single lamp with a desk that was in the corner directly in front of the window in the room. He changed out of his uniform and put on more comfortable clothes for just going to sit in a bar like his black hoodie, grey t-shirt with a skull on it and black pants.
He grabbed his wallet, cell phone and keys silently and shoved them into his pockets in an orderly fashion before sliding on his white gym shoes.
He headed out thinking about the cases heavy on his mind.
. . .
He got cozy at his usual spot that was called 'Hero's Smash' which was an upscale-ish bar that had a lot of people coming in and out. Katsuki came here frequently enough though to recognize the business men and women who would idly drop in like regulars.
The establishment had a restaurant section that allowed for people to have a sit-down type of experience if they wanted, or people like a certain stressed out lieutenant who just wanted to sit at the bar and drink alone for a while. The bar counter was a dark wooden surface and there was several flat screen TVs stationed high above the busy bartender's head.
Katsuki watched the news carefully every day, to see if there was any new information or something he could have possibly overlooked. But today, there was nothing novel the news anchors reported. He sighed with an eyeroll and ordered his usual bloody mary.
The bar played a normal pop song in the distance helping with his subdued state of mind.
As he was in his thoughts about the case he looked every now and then to see people walk in and out. It was always the same people, or same type of people. Business people in their after-work clothes, women out with their friends socializing or a family with a kid. People always came in here in pairs or there was the occasional person alone. Like him.
However, after about twenty minutes, in walked someone that looked...different. And he walked in alone.
Giant, innocent green doe eyes glanced around as if he was lost or waiting to be found by someone the second he stepped his red sneaker through the door. The warm breeze of summer and heavy flowery like cologne followed him in. The mixture in the wind carefully graced Katsuki's face and sent a prickle down into his senses.
Quickly the workaholic found himself locked in a peculiar trance studying the young male he's never seen before. Ruby eyes noted the wild messy yet put together head of unruly green curls that perfectly matched his spring colored eyes. He took in the freckles that were spilled onto his face so carefree like stars across the night sky.
The mystery male continued to walk inside the establishment and in that moment, he turned his eyes ever so slightly to meet with Katsuki's. A shot of fire flickered in those eyes dangerously and Katsuki felt himself stir in an unfamiliar manner as the innocence quickly left the other.
The greenette held his eye contact with an unreadable expression as he walked to the other side of the bar and in that moment Katsuki noticed his outfit.
Which was notwhat normal fucking people wore to Hero's Smash.
The young male was wearing a tight white shirt with a navy-blue colored bomber jacket thrown over. The jacket itself was decorated with a giant red rose and petals on the back. Vines branched out from the center and in black kanji 'Fire Rose' was written down the back of the left sleeve. It also had leather running down the sleeves like race stripes and the greenette was wearing the tightest fucking pair of black ripped jeans Katsuki has ever seen in his damn life.
And his ass and thighs were fucking stacked.
Katsuki's mouth watered.
My type.This guy was definitelyhis fucking type he thought to himself privately as he allowed himself to indulge in staring at the pure muscular thickness of the stranger's legs. He could feel rare green colored eyes watching him do so and when he trailed back up to the beautiful delicate face he saw something close to hunger flare across the young man's features as he studied him right back.
Those innocent yet fucking not emerald irises eyed his biceps along with his hard chest and red eyes watched the other bite his rosy colored lip.
...and that was enough to snap Katsuki out of it when he realized what he was doing.
He grabbed his drink and forcefully brought his eyes back forward, breaking himself momentarily from the spell. But curiosity scratched like an annoying cat and his eyes couldn't help but wonder back to the other side of the bar where the guy was now graciously leaned over the counter talking to the brunette bartender.
At this side angle, the blonde could see every fucking sinful curve and tuck the pants left to be seen and Jesus fucking Christit was the most distracting thing he's ever witnessed. He watched how the short male either seemingly knew or didn't know as he shimmed his hips a little, letting his white shirt ride up enough to expose a pale freckled lower back.
He took one long look before urgently ripping his eyes away from the sight.
No.
Whoever the fuck that guy is, he is obviously trouble. He thought to himself, trying to rationalize his thoughts. He heard a light laughter come from the other side of the bar as the bartender tried to tell a joke to the beautiful male. He groaned inwardly.
Of course, fucking sex on legs would walk right in the moment Katsuki just needed a moment to himself. But the thought threw him off balance for a second. He hadn't found himself this attracted to someone...in a long time.
Which was only more reason to stay the hell away from whatever fucking witchcraft the fucker was pulling with his rosy lips, perfect ass, cute curls and soft voice. He didn't fucking need that type of shit in his life. Nope. He absolutely did not. He liked control. He liked easy things and he didn't like a headache. So, whoever that green irritation was over on the other end of the bar was none of his business.
That guy screamed headache.
After another five minutes passed and the busy police lieutenant finally was able to rid himself of green-like thoughts and get half way to finishing off his drink. He hadn't stolen another look at the guy who he could tell was looking at him occasionally and he was ready to get the fuck out of here before something weird happened.
Unfortunately, he didn't leave fast enough. Soon that a goddamn good smelling, cute, small frame was positioned right by his side, leaned in next to him using the bar counter as support for his arm and held his body in an obvious flirtatious manner.
Katsuki groaned to himself.
God must fucking be testing me.
"Hey, there handsome," the soft voice of the greenette called to him. "I really like your shirt." Katsuki snorted at the lame pick up line and cut his eye non-too-friendly towards the male who was obviously younger than him.
"Not interested, kid. You got the wrong idea," he grumbled and took another sip of his drink trying to hurry up and finish it, so he could walk home.
"Not a kid. And I think I do have the right idea though." A small innocent smile graced his face and it nearly infuriated the blonde. How did he fucking do that? Keep that fucking naive ass air to him yet say and do...anything butnaive.
"What brings you here?" The younger male prodded while leaning in more and Katsuki felt himself automatically go on edge and in defensive mode. He didn't fucking want this—or at least that's what he was telling himself when he felt something coil in his stomach.
"Tryin' to catch a wave of peace. Now, fuck off. You're ruining my night for me," he spat out unkindly.
"Ouch, you have some bite to you," the other chuckled before raising his eyebrows suggestively. "I think I like it. Do you like to bite in bed too?"
If Katsuki was anybody else, he would've choked on his spit at the out-rightness of the statement. This was fucking Japan. People don't just say shit like that to each other.
"You're trying really hard you know that? Desperation isn't a cute look."
"Neither is stuck up asshole," the tiny voice quipped at him without missing a beat. Red eyes narrowed dangerously at him. "But I'm always willing to make an exception."
And there it was again. That innocent yet dirty look.
Katsuki sneered at him and took another long swing of his red drink. "Do you usually just go around bar to bar just looking for a dick to hop on?"
"Maybe. Do you usually go around bar to bar staring at a guy's ass to the point he can feel you basically eye fucking him?" A smile graced those freckled facial features and a singular arched green eyebrow rose when Katsuki said nothing back. It wasn't like the other...wrong. "I watched you. For a whole fifteen minutes stare directly at my ass. Excuse me if I got the wrong drift of what you wanted."
He took another long sip, trying to finish up this conversation. "Well, I'm clearing it up for you now. I'm not interested in you like that, so go search somewhere else to find your fuck for the night."
"...fair," the curly haired on sighed and then leaned back. Katsuki felt himself relieved by the space because the tightness in his stomach felt like it was going to snap at any mome—"Let me buy you a drink first before I do so."
Katsuki rounded on the other with a pissed off groan. "What the hell did I justsay you stubborn motherfuc—"
"Relax!" The greenette laughed and put his hands up in a defensive manner. "I'm not buying you one for that reason. Just buying one for your obvious broken heart," Katsuki's face dropped at the comment, completely caught off guard. Green eyes blinked at the sudden pause. "What? Did I hit the nail on the head?"
"I'm going to need you to piss off right now," he hissed lowly and turned back around. He tried to ignore the weird feeling that just settled in his chest. It felt...unusual. He eyed the smaller male next to him in confusion at the sudden switch.
"I guess I did," the delicate voice murmured. Tiny hands reached in the bomber jacket and pulled out cash to give to the bartender and waved to refill the tall blonde's drink. That innocent smile returned back to him with a fair amount of personal space between them now. The bartender handed the short male a glass full of the red liquid and the short male just slid it over to him in a friendly manner.
"Here you go. On me, no questions asked. I'm sorry for whoever broke your heart. No one really deserves to go through heartbreak, y'know? Especially someone with such a nice scowl and pretty eyes like you." A cheeky grin found its way on the cute face and Katsuki found himself confused. Angry, and irritated...but confused as well.
"What, so now you've switched from trying to fuck me to trying to be my therapist?" He asked without saying thank you to the other. He took the free drink because why the fuck not? He was stressed, and this guy wasn't helping anything.
"Nope. Still very much trying to fuck you, but my prospect of it feels low. So, I'm just chatting now." Katsuki groaned out loud and turned around again. "How are my chances looking at the moment?"
"Absolutely not a single goddamn one."
"Sounds good, I can live with that." There was a thick moment of silence as Katsuki drank down the second drink and found himself wondering why he hadn't just left yet. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the curly greenette ordered himself a screwdriver.
"...What was their name?"
Katsuki blinked several times at the shorter one. "Who?"
"The person who broke your heart," the youngest male said while tilting his head to the side. "Everyone has one."
"Why in the living hell would I tell you that at all?"
"I dunno, I'm curious. Just humor me for a while, I like deep conversations." He watched as those rosy lips drink down the orange liquid and then licked up residue taste, making them shine in the yellow bar light. "You'll never have to see me after this so think of it as a free therapy session or something. C'mon, live a little."
"If I say a name will you fuck off?" He said with little resolve. Part of him wanted his conversation to be done, but the other half...the other half wanted something he no longer allowed himself.
"Yeah, I promise. I'll fuck right off to find someone who will actuallyfuck the shit out me against the wall the way I want tonight."
Instantly, a visual of the greenette moaning against the wall getting fucked by some phantom man expanded across his thoughts.
Katsuki almost dropped his goddamn glass straight to the fucking ground at the lewd sounds his mind suddenly made up and now associated with the smaller male. The male, who definitely, made it extremely fucking crystal clear he came here looking for rough sex.
And he waltzed straight up to Katsuki for it.
The warm tightness in his belly felt like it was a millimeter away from snapping and quickly Katsuki decided that this conversation needed to be over with. So, he gave the sinful damn nymph of a man what he wanted to hear.
"...her name was Takeyama," he stated barely above a whisper.
"Ah, that's a pretty name. I can tell that she probably was beautiful with that type of name. No wonder you're over here with the world's worst attitude."
"I'm not fucking hung up on her," he quickly corrected without looking to the other. He thought back to that terrible month and something inside of him sung lowly and vulnerably. "That's not the problem, me and her are way in the past but...that's the start of the issue I guess. My stupid ass broken heart caused a lot of trouble and now I can't reverse the damage it's done."
He finally turned to the side to see a sad look on the other young adult's face. The shimmering emerald eyes studied him in what felt like a new light and Katsuki shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Why the fuck did I say all of that to him?He angrily reprimanded himself. Finally, the silence broke when the greenette twirled his drink in his hand and stared down in a dejected manner at the swirling alcohol.
"...hearts are...complicated things...they always make a mess."
"Yeah, no fuckin' kidding," Katsuki stated thinking bitterly about the ten bodies hanging over his head. He took another sip of his drink and enjoyed the sudden silence that swiftly shifted between them. He watched as those eyes didn't lift back up and seemingly drifted off to a faraway place.
Or a faraway memory.
In that moment, Katsuki noticed the white bandage that were covering half of the other's left hand and felt himself curious about the mysterious injury.
"Y'know, it always perplexed me," the gentle voice said so softly that Katsuki almost didn't hear. "How much love consumes and destroys us before we even recognize what's happening. And, unfortunately, by the time we do notice...we've already been incinerated down to ashes by the havoc it's caused."
Ash blonde eyebrows instantly knitted, and he felt his heart squeeze tightly. He stared at the somber figure in front of him in utter silence as the words cut deeply into his memory. The meaning of them burned into his skin and he found himself...speechless.
He was completely taken back by the level of depth that was just shown to him and it almost felt like the other had unwillingly reached down in him to find the exact words on how he felt about love.
An intense moment of silence followed and Katsuki felt his heart continue to clutch to the point he didn't recognize how hard he was looking at the other until those green eyes finally turned back to him, quickly masking whatever the fuck he just let slip out.
"Sorry, that got way too deep for a preppy bar on a Friday night playing nonstop pop music," the light angelic voice muffled with a little laughter.
But Katsuki wasn't fooled. He knew a defense mechanism when he saw one—he was the king of them. But he went along with it and found his thoughts completely hijacked by the man in front of him.
"Do you write poetry or some shit?"
"Hah. Sometimes, why? Would you like for me to read a couple of my own broken-hearted stances for you?" Katsuki gave the man a sad look. "I got a book full of all the times I've been sad basically. If you're into the sad artsy types, then you've hit the jackpot with me."
"You're strange," was all the tallest could say as he studied the person in front of him. Something inside of his heart shifted. He felt those words that were spoken earlier wrapped around his chest like a rope and pulled him down towards the other subconsciously.
"...so I've been told," the greenette whispered before locking eyes with the tall blonde. There was a deep emotion in the emerald eyes that wasn't there earlier and Katsuki felt his heart palpitate at the intense contact.
Slowly, those sinful pink lips leaned in close to his against the bar countertop. He felt himself stiffen, completely frozen as the hypnotizing man almost closed the distance.
Piercing red eyes kept his sights on studying how near those freckles were, how prettily unique they each looked up close. He studied how long, dark elegant eyelash fluttered until there was a half-gazed look of something that made Katsuki's heart race. He memorizes the tiny different shades of green in those speckled emerald eyes and licked his lips without him knowing until those same eyes flickered down to his mouth.
"What are my chances like now?" The soft voice whispered in a sultry voice that should have been fucking illegal. An electric wave of heat shot straight down into Katsuki's lower belly when the warm breath of the other ghosted of his mouth.
He found himself utterly frozen looking down at the green haired personification of fucking in disbelief.
When the moment went to a beat too long, the fascinating male leaned back with a sigh. The spell was broken instantly but it didn't stop the lieutenant's heart from racing a mile per minute.
"I guess still zero, huh?" The greenette gave a disappointed look and scratched behind his head. "Well. It was nice chatting with you. I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive yourself one day for whatever happened."
The greenette then gave a soft wave and an innocent smile. The blonde watched as he turned on his heels to walk to the other far side of the bar. Suddenly, Katsuki found himself itching to chase the close feeling of body warmth and the cute little ass that was swaying right out of his life.
Who the fuck wasthis guy?
Why the hell was he so bold and why did he make the lieutenant's heart squeeze so tightly? A feeling he hasn't felt in nearly four goddamn years.
Red eyes watched from his seat at the bar the rest of the night, idly trying to pay attention to the TV but found his eyes kept wandering back over to the unidentified guy in red sneakers and skin-tight jeans.
He stared. He stared reallyfucking hard—harder than he was earlier.
The tall blonde felt something inside of him want to start to stand up and go over there and tell him yeah, his chances were looking real fucking good now.
His palms itched as he thought about those words spoken to him over and over again. He didn't know why, but there was something about the sheer boldness mixed with honesty that got him completely fucking hard and interested in that headache of a man.
He hadn't wanted to fuck someone this bad since college.
Katsuki filled in the blank in his mind. He saw himself pushing inside that tight body and fucking him roughly against whatever damn wall his little pushy ass wanted. He felt himself almost growl at the prospect of destroying that perfectly perky backside without mercy at a brutal pace and fucking such a beautifully smart-ass mouth senseless.
The vision of those wet cherry colored lips flickered in his mind sealing the deal. But as soon the courage in his body built up to stand, another guy walked up the short mystery male.
He watched irritated how terribly the other male flirted with him and how lustful of a look he flashed the green haired beauty. Ash blonde eyebrows furrowed at the sight and it surprised him even more how damn easythe strange guy seemed to receive it as if anyone would fucking do. Katsuki gritted his teeth at this goddamn extra trying to shoot his shot with someone who was clearly out of his league.
Katsuki knew whatever his fucking name was wanted to be handled. He wanted to be tossed around and have his brains fucked out until daybreak for whatever damn reason. And that scrawny ass man talking to him right now—wasn't going to cut it. He wasn't going to give him what he needed.
However, Katsuki could. Katsuki knewhe could. He could fuck him fast and hard just the way he wanted for however goddamn long, keeping him screaming in pleasure.
But the weight of his emotional baggage kept him rooted in his barstool.
He wasn't really he hook up type but seeing this poorly executed flirting happen was driving up a damn wall. It almost felt like an injustice.
The possibly-poet didn't even spare him a second glance, yet here Katsuki was, the most decorated and successful man of his rank in the city...fucking fumingover him.
Katsuki didn't notice how he slightly clutched his drink in his hand when the extra whispered into those perfect green curls.
He watched the two leave together with an inkling of jealousy he would never in his damn life admit to feeling.
. . .
The following weekend Katsuki had an all too vivid wet dream of the nameless man who walked out the bar without him. He cursed to himself when he realized that the asshole didn't get into his pants but instead somehow worked his way into his goddamn brain. Something Katsuki has been avoiding having someone do for ages.
But whatever. Like that guy said, he never had to see him again so why the fuck did he care? This city was huge and there was close to a zero percent chance he would ever see the greenette actively looking for a rough fuck ever again in his life.
But...why did he keep seeing those bright green eyes? He's never in his life seen someone with eyes so damn beautiful and in that shade.
It was downright irritating.
When Monday came, he arrived to work early. Captain Toshinori had sent out an email to the entire day-shift Uchimizu Ave. precinct officers saying that he had important news.
"What do you think the news is?" Mina asked as they all gathered around outside in the common office space in the build.
"I dunno, but I secretly hope it's like food or something," Kirishima mumbled with his hands in his uniform pockets. "Gettin' real tired of the fact we only have shitty coffee around here."
"It probably is some type of case," Katsuki interjected. "He hasn't called a meeting this big since that one serial killer called 'Hero killer', Stain." He thought back to how serious the Captain and been and then back to how he fucked up the whole mission.
"Bakugou is probably correct," a new cool voice entered and leaned against the desk with a white mug in his hand. "It's going to a case probably." Katsuki felt himself bristle at the voice. It was sergeant Todoroki and admittedly Katsuki didn't fucking like the smug half and half bastard. He also didn't like the fact that it was him to figure out and fix his mistake four years ago.
It could have been literally anyone fucking else, but it had to be the fucking son of a famous Chief of Police in Shizuoka. Someone who did absolutely everything right and has had everything handed to him in life unlike Katsuki.
The blonde male just scowled at him and turned his attention forward when Captain Toshinori came out of his office and cleared his voice.
"I have a very important announcement to make," the loud voice boomed instantly making everyone's conversation die off.
"We have a new young detective joining us today. He's a transfer from another precinct and I wanted to make it a point that everyone treats him kindly and fairly. He's an important extension of myself because we're from the same home town, so I just wanted to give a proud welcome!"
In that moment Captain Toshinori stepped to the side and Katsuki felt his heart drop to the fucking ground.
Out walked goddamn sex on legs from Friday night looking absolutely perfectly professional and innocent in a plain light blue button up. A shiny Shizuoka Police badge dangled perfectly from around his pale neck by a black string and his pants were still too fucking tight for his legs.
A small cute smile graced those freckled features and green eyes scanned over the large crowd with a gentle shy wave until they stopped on him.
Simultaneously both hearts stopped, and a warning flame sparked between them both at the realization.
"This is Midoriya Izuku. He'll be joining our team! I can't wait to see what wonderful things will come of this year with him on board."
Fucking A.
Notes:
^_^ lemme know what you think! I love comments/reviews.
This will take off in full swing once 'Kacchan' is finished. There's currently only three more chapters of that one left and I'll immediately hop right into writing this one after I wrap up all that needs to be done. Super stoked for this plot because its more a mystery and still has suspense elements that I love.
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