Chapter Two: "Casual"
Maybe one day, I could please you, her gray eyes fiercely stared into his She sat right across him with her white blouse unruly and her red pencil skirt revealing her soft thighs. Momo was sternly focused on his face. Her lips puckered at him as she whispered out the words, Maybe one day I could please you, Bakugou.
The sound of his alarm interrupted his dream from going any further. His hand rubbed over his face and the other groggily reached for the alarm that was going off on his phone. He kicked off his sheets, irritated with his morning boner – especially what caused it. Pretty girls have been in his dreams before. But, for Momo Yaoyorozu to be in his dreams was bad. I can't believe I dreamed about that bitch…
Katsuki had to forget about his dream and focus on his classes for the day. Today would be the first day of his Tuesday and Thursday classes.
Just two classes…he told himself as he walked to the restroom to brush his teeth and get ready to head for the university. He wouldn't have to see Momo until tomorrow, which made it easier for him to forget about her and his dream.
That afternoon…
Two faced bitch…as much as he tried to forget, those damned gray eyes wouldn't leave his mind. He roughly threw his bag on the nearest bench and let out a heavy sigh. He was even more frustrated because he left his jacket back at his place and almost froze his ass off in the previous class. His fingers massaged his forehead, trying to focus on other important things. Luckily, just like the courses yesterday, the two classes were fast: listen to professor, grab syllabus, leave.
Before he left back to his condo, he walked to the bookstore to get the books he needed for his classes.
When Katsuki finally arrived at the bookstore, he was impressed with how massive bookstore was; probably because it served as a general store as well. Being that it was the first week of classes, it was crowded with students.
Bakugou wanted to browse the general store and was about to head into the snack aisle when he saw a female with familiar black hair fashioned into a ponytail. He was quick to recognize that hair and was quick to turn on his heels. Katsuki went straight for the bookstore counter, which had a line of students and was far enough from the vixen.
Why is she here?! he questioned. Then it all came to him: how her eyes were deceitful, how her lips curled into a wry smile, and her face – her face was just…
"Uhm, sir," the lady at the counter tried to get his attention as he stared blankly ahead.
Bakugou blinked himself to reality. He was already at the front of the line. The blood rushed to his face, realizing what he was thinking about. His embarrassment was masked with anger, "W-What?!"
She flinched at his strangeness, "I-I said if you're here to get your course books, I need to see your school ID or your schedule."
He took out the schedule from his pocket and handed it to her. She asked, "Did you need the books for all your courses?"
Katsuki nodded his head and she was fast to leave his presence. He wasn't usually embarrassed easily, Get out of my head, Ponytail. Stupid fucking dream. Stupid, stupid, -
"Bakugou?" The familiar voice made his blood hot again. He regretted staying in the bookstore.
How did I not see this coming? He turned to face the woman who's been on his mind all day. There was that deceivingly innocent smile of hers. It's made Bakugou shoot his eyes back forward.
"Ponytail," he simply responded.
She stayed behind him as he spoke, "Are you here to get your books? I saw you in line and I wanted to say hi."
"How sweet of you," he said, sarcastically.
"Preparing for the quiz on Friday?"
He didn't even try to respond appropriately and just grunted. In his mind, he just wanted to leave, Hurry up lady.
"Well, if you need a study partner, you know where to find me."
Even if Momo didn't mean it that way, Katsuki didn't want to be a weak person who looked like he needed help – especially if that help was coming from Momo Yaoyorozu, "Don't need it."
"Mr. Bakugou," the counter lady appeared and placed his books on the counter, "Here's all your books."
Fucking finally, he felt relieved that he could escape the small talk. He searched for his wallet, but was shocked to not have it on his body. Then, he searched his bag; still, nothing, "Where the hell is it?!"
Bakugou suddenly remembered the jacket he left back at his place and yelled out a "Fuck!"
"I-Is everything okay?" The cashier was clearly frightened by him.
He snapped, "Does it look like everything is fuc-"
"Bakugou," Momo's fingers were light on his shoulder, but he winced at her touch. It was enough to shut him up.
"I'll take care of it," she told the cashier, walking in front of him.
"What?!" Katsuki didn't want anything from her, "I don't need your money, Ponytail!"
She ignored him.
The cashier became flustered at the sight of Momo, the model heroine. She nervously waved her hands in front of her, cheeks blushing, "M-Ms. Yaoyorozu! I-I didn't…I mean…I will put it under your a-account…"
"Ponytail, I said-"
"Hush, Bakugou," Momo made a motion with her hand, "I have a credit account here, so my services pay for my books."
He grumbled under his breath. Her smile was making him uncomfortable.
She told the counter lady, "Thank you very much."
"A-anything for the number 8 hero," she squealed and tried to hide her face from the heroine.
Number 8? I didn't know she was in the top 10. He studied her again. She seemed like such a soft hero: It was almost hard to believe that someone like her made it into the top 10. As she collected the books on the counter, he observed how skittish the cashier was getting around her, Even girls…
Momo handed the books to Katsuki. He groaned, "You didn't have to do this, Ponytail. I would've just came back with my wallet."
"It wasn't a problem," she assured him.
He grumbled out a "Thanks."
"Don't worry about it. And besides," she smirked and playfully poked her finger at his chest, "I'd like to think that you owe me one now."
"Owe you one?" He asked to clarify, also trying to figure out how her voice became so charming.
She just winked at him and turned away.
Is she flirting with me? He didn't say a word to her as she walked to the bookstore exit. He shook his head and placed his books inside his bag. What is with that woman…
When he went outside the bookstore, it was complete chaos. Students were running amok and the staff tried to calm them down and direct them to a safe place. He heard screams from all around as tentacles thrashed about in the distance. In the midst of it all, Momo stood there confidently – the only composed person in the area. She observed the ten-tentacled villain, Tentos, destroying the University gym. It didn't matter to him.
Katsuki Bakugou, the explosion hero, was ready to kick some ass. He felt his blood pumping and his muscles flexing; he cracked his back, his neck, his fingers. His leg kicked forward, running towards the villain with raging red eyes. His actions were abruptly halted by Momo blocking his path, her arm spread across him.
"Compose yourself, Bakugou," Yaoyorozu scolded him, "By law, you're not supposed to involve yourself in hero duties."
He yelled back at her, "Fuck that! I'm not going to just stand around and watch-"
"I can handle it," Momo attempted to convince him, "I have a plan."
"Ponytail, I've fought him in the past. I-"
"I said, I have a plan," she repeated, "Trust me on this, Bakugou."
Katsuki remembered that Momo was the number 8 hero, a heroine worthy to be in the top 10. He decided to step back, watching how she earned that spot. His arms crossed and he took a seat on the nearest bench, "Tch. Whatever, Ponytail."
"Thank you, Bakugou," she immediately ripped off her red button-up, making his eyes widen.
Katsuki felt his body tense up by the sight of it: her breasts practically gushing out of her strapless black bandeau along with the rest of her exposed skin. As much as he tried, his eyes would flicker back to her breasts. Of course it was necessary: her quirk required her to leave as much skin exposed as she could. Bakugou had forgotten that.
Momo was too focused on Tentos to pay attention to him, "Now, whatever happens – unless I ask for it – don't interfere."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," Bakugou blushed, trying to keep his eyes on the ground this time.
Yaoyorozu made her way to the villain, his tentacles still thrashing about. Tentos looked like any other man with tentacles sprouting out of his back. She stopped in front of the ten-tentacled villain, her slim figure much smaller compared his.
"Tentos!" Momo yelled his villain name to catch his attention.
"Why hello there, Creati," Tentos evilly beamed, putting down items that were held by his tentacles to give her his full attention. He walked in proximity to grab her, but her eyes stayed focused on him.
What are you up to, Ponytail? Bakugou was r of her actions, no longer bothered by her lack of clothing.
"I'm warning you right now, Tentos. Stop destroying university property!"
Tentos laughed at her warning, unwavered by her words, "That's funny. A little girl like you?"
In a flash, all tentacles wrapped around her: her long legs, her smooth neck, her soft stomach, her creamy arms. Her face stiffening under his grip and her lips muffling out a faint groan. The way the tentacles slid around her sultry body and clasped onto her skin was so obscene. Looking at her in this state unintentionally made his pants tighter: as if his dream wasn't hard enough on him.
Katsuki shook his head, gripping onto the more important matter at hand. He was swift to jump on his feet and sprinted towards Momo to help her. Before he could get to her, he heard Tentos screech. When he glanced up, there was a sword piercing through a tentacle that came out of Creati's arm. In his moment of distraught, Momo grabbed the sword and sliced the tentacles clean through, allowing her to gracefully land on her feet. Tentos screamed even louder, gazing upon his bleeding tentacles. Her feet sprang, moving her body forward with the sword inches away from his body.
With no other options, Tentos fell to his knees, his shaking arms and sliced tentacles up in the air in surrender, "P-Please…No more…I give!"
There was a smirk on Bakugou's face, impressed with the way Momo handled the villain. She was a remarkable heroine after all. Yet, he was also a bit jealous that he didn't get to handle it himself.
"It didn't have to come to this," she told him as she made a harness for Tentos to wear to keep him under control. She slightly turned her head back, "Bakugou, do you mind helping me with this?"
The blonde male came over to help her secure the harness, "I thought I wasn't supposed to be involved with hero duties."
"Oh please, this is barely helping," Momo took the harness that Bakugou secured and adjusted it the right way.
"Well, I have to admit, Ponytail, that was pretty good," Bakugou admitted.
Yaoyorozu had a surprised expression on her face, "You think so?"
He scoffed, "If I didn't think that, then I wouldn't have said it."
The grin on her face got wider. Distracted by Bakugou's words of kindness, Tentos took this opportunity to slap Momo right in the chest with a free half tentacle, smacking her far away from him. Fortunately, Katsuki was more agile than him and gripped his hand on Tentos's face.
"You move and you're over," his voice struck fear into Tentos. Katsuki felt him quiver under his fingertips, "Yeah, you know me, fucker. Any funny business and it's over for you."
His eyes shot towards Yaoyorozu, whose body was still on the ground. Fuck, she's still down.
His fingertips tightened and his angry red eyes darted back to Tentos.
"I-I was.." before Tentos could explain himself, Bakugou's fist struck him hard enough to knock him out.
"Ponytail!" he wanted to see if she was conscious as he ran towards her. When he got to Momo, she was taking quick, rapid breaths, "Ponytail, are you alright?"
"I…I'm fine. Just…short of breath…is all," she tried her best to compose herself, but it was clear that she was struggling.
Katsuki wasn't convinced and pulled her arm over the back of his neck, "No, no. Fuck that. You're going to a hospital."
"No…I said…I'm fine! Just let me catch…let me catch my breath. You…you stay here with Tentos," she had her hand on her chest and pushed him away, heaving in a breath between her words. Her body immediately fell back for Bakugou to catch her; she was unable to balance herself on her own two feet, "Okay…maybe I just need to…go home and rest."
"Look at yourself, Ponytail. You can't fucking walk. The cops will take care of Tentos," he placed her arm back around him, "What's Todoroki's number? I'll ask him to –"
She shook her head before he continued, "He's…not in the city…I'll be…alright."
Momo was a mess. Although she kept telling him that she was under control, she definitely wasn't. Bakugou wasn't going to leave her like this. He moved forward, her body still using his as a brace, "Nope, I'm taking you home. You're not talking me out of it."
She chuckled weakly, "I guess… I can't say that you owe me now."
"Shut up, and tell me where you live, Ponytail," he scolded her, not in the mood for jokes.
When they were halfway to her place, Yaoyorozu finally caught her breath and was able to compose herself. Katsuki did his piece: escorting her until she was better, and was about to leave her on her own. However, she insisted that he was already halfway there, and should join her for tea. It wasn't a good idea. As much as he didn't want to, something in his gut refused to turn down the offer.
"Shouto and I invested in some real estate in the area. It's ideal for students who are attending the university because of the distance," Momo explained, unlocking the door to her apartment.
She opened the door and led him in, "Sorry, it's not too spacious in here. I hope you don't mind."
Upon entering the apartment, it wasn't as small as she believed. In fact, it was half the size of his condominium. He took a seat on a stool that was near the bar counter. There were three other seats, but he placed his bag on the seat next to him so that she wouldn't be seated near him, Shit. Why am I even here?
On the opposite side of the bar, Momo took out the teacups for their tea. He watched her, still in her strapless bandeau and her voluminous body extending to reach for on the top shelf. His teeth were unintentionally clenched and his hands might've been gripping the chair stool handles too tightly. Yaoyorozu noticed him staring, and once their eyes met, Bakugou avoided her gaze, Fuck.
"What's wrong?" Momo grinned, taking out the teapot to boil the water.
"W-what the fuck are you talking about?" He angrily responded while turning his face away.
"You looked like you wanted to say something," she didn't mind his attitude, "Matcha?"
"Yea," he was uncomfortable with all this: being alone with Momo, an attractive – not to mention – engaged young woman. Around girls, Bakugou wasn't always so nerve-wrecked, but there was something about Momo that put him on the edge. He had to keep his eyes open around her, "Why are you going to the University anyway?"
"I'm working on my second master's degree and…I'm kind of taking a break from the hero business."
As a student of UA, it's strange for her to have such a mindset. It was especially weird considering that her fiancé was one of his rivals and one of the top heroes. He had to ask, "And what does Todoroki think about that?"
Momo let out a chuckle, "I don't know. He's okay with anything I do, honestly. Sometimes I wish…"
Her face made it seem like her mind drifted somewhere else as she thought about the fire and ice hero. Katsuki wasn't too educated about gossip or other people's life. What was more important to him was being that best hero. So, he had no clue as to why she acted that way, What's up with her?
It was the whistling of the teapot that brought her attention back, "Oh! Tea's ready."
She grabbed the teacups and gently poured the hot water into them. After setting down the teapot, she slid a cup in front of Bakugou. He took the tiny cup in his hand and brought it up to his mouth, "Thanks."
"You're welcome," she waited until he sipped his before taking a sip of her own tea. Hers was a bit overflowed, spilling onto her chest, the same area that Tentos slapped her. She screeched after feeling the hot liquid touch her skin, and accidentally dropped her teacup. It shattered all over the floor along with the tea. Gazing upon the mess, she spoke, "Oh no…I'll go clean that up."
She went to the closet and grabbed a broom with a dustpan. Before she left, Bakugou noticed the purplish area on her chest. She has a bruise…But why should I care?! She's a grown ass woman, she can handle it herself.
Momo came back with a broom and dustpan in her hand and bent down to sweep up the mess, "Sorry about that. I can't believe I was so careless…"
He could hear the disappointment in her voice, but he let her continue, "If I was more careful, I wouldn't have gotten hurt in the first place…such a simple mistake…"
To see her scold herself was annoying to him. So much potential and yet, she failed to see the bigger picture.
Katsuki got up from the stool to grab the kitchen rag hanging on the refrigerator door. He dampened the cloth with the leftover hot water from the teapot.
She watched him, "What are you doing?"
He didn't respond to her, ensuring the cloth was adequately warm for her skin.
"What's that for?"
"You have a bruise on your chest. A hot compress will help circulate the blood flow," he explained, holding out the cloth to her.
"I'll do it after I'm done cleaning this mess up," she tended to the mess on the floor again, "Sorry for coming all the way here to deal with this-"
"Ugh. Stop fucking apologizing already," he exclaimed, unable to contain himself, "Just because you made one fucking mistake doesn't mean you're any less of a hero. Suck it up and quit yapping about it."
Bakugou saw her mood change for the better. Her eyes went from the cloth to the his face. Disappointment was no longer on her face, but something else was there. The heroine stood up and came uncomfortably close to him. What is she…?
His hand with the cloth stretched out to her and he explained, "Press this against your bruise. It will help."
Her gaze was locked on him. In such a small voice, she requested, "Would you do it for me?"
"Haaah?" he couldn't have possibly heard that right, backing up against the counter with what little space he had left.
"My hands are full," she interjected, holding up the dustpan and the broom, "If you don't mind."
She can't be fucking serious, he complained in his mind. Although a tiny bit inquisitive of her actions, he couldn't pull through with it, "Do it your fucking self, Ponytail."
It was the expression on her face that changed his mind – as if she had him under a spell. Katsuki gulped, and clenched his jaw, I can't believe I'm doing this.
His hand reached out and he lightly dabbed the cloth to her chest. The moment the compress touched her skin, she let out a quiet moan. Her body pushed up closer against his, aching for his touch.
"Ah, Bakugou," she whispered his name. The sound of her voice, how she mouthed those words, he wasn't going to admit that this was all turning him on. Instantly, she dropped what was in her hands. One hand playfully held onto his face and the other rubbing his hand on her chest; her hips pushed onto his.
"What the hell are you doing?" Katsuki groaned, yet didn't have the sense to push her off of him either.
She only smiled in response.
