Chapter 8

A few days later, Misa had made it her mission in life to avoid Bakugou. After his intimate text message and their interaction at the club; Misa couldn't shake the intensity inside her at the thought of her friend. However, standing in the training facility locker rooms, she knew she couldn't avoid him today. She hadn't checked in on Rin in a few weeks due to Ayami keeping her at work most days; so she had to be here today. "What's the chances he called in sick?" She mumbled as she pulled on her work out gear.

Misa ventured into the gym, welcomed by an array of cheers and hugs from the kids. She couldn't help but dart her eyes to the trainer standing in the middle of the training mats with a wide smirk on his face. "God damnit." She whispered, returning all the welcoming hugs.

"Well, this is a surprise. Welcome back Shira." He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. Misa nodded her greeting and joined him on the training mats. "You didn't tell me you'd be here."

"It wouldn't have been a surprise then." Misa replied, keeping her distance from the explosion hero. Bakugou scoffed and turned his attention back to the kids.

"Alright guys. Warm up and we will observe. Then we'll move into combination attacks." Bakugou instructed, blowing on his whistle. Misa broke away quickly to observe the kids while she felt Bakugou's glare on her, eliciting a warmth on her cheeks.

"Focus on the kids...focus on the kids." She repeated in her mind while she analyzed the warm up. Rin was looking much better and stronger since the last time Misa had seen her, bringing a sense of pride to the Feline Hero. "Hey Rin, how are you?"

"I'm doing great Shira! Look! I finally have muscles." She smiled, straining her arms to show Misa her progress.

"That's great Rin! I'm so proud of you." Misa smiled, running her eyes over the girls' body for new bruises or scrapes. Nothing seemed to be new, so Misa moved on to the next kid. "Straighten up that stretch; you don't want to pull anything in your back. That's better." Bakugou smirked at Misa from a distance, knowing the woman was actively avoiding him.

Towards the end of the training, Bakugou offered another sparring match between Misa and himself. Misa gulped loudly at the offer and tried to shake off her discomfort. "Come on, Shira. Let's show the kids how real professionals work. If you're down for ten second; you win." Bakugou challenged her, bracing himself for the spar.

"Fine. Don't cry when I win though." She teased, stretching her claws out before lunging towards Bakugou, knocking him to the side with ease. "If you want to fight; make it a little challenging for me please." She snarked, eliciting a growl from Bakugou.

"You got it." He promised, swiping his leg under Misa's feet, which she dodged easily, leaping onto Bakugou's shoulders to bring him down. Once they were on the mats, Bakugou flipped Misa onto her back roughly and pinned her with his legs and arms. "Hard enough for you?" He whispered, seeing Misa's pupils dilate. The close proximity made Misa's head fog as the scent of nitroglycerin filled her senses. "Got you."

"You think?" Misa whispered, wrapping her legs around Bakugou's waist and throwing him over her head. "You let your guard down." She chastised, pinning him down with her legs. He struggled under her until the ten seconds were up. "I win."

"Do you think so?" He whispered, licking his lip slightly. Misa's cheeks burned as she scrambled off of him to put space between the two. "Did you like that, kids?"

"That was awesome!" Rin cheered as the kids applauded and cheered. Misa and Bakugou chuckled while the excitement died down.

"Alright, alright. Go get changed. Same time next week. Hopefully Shira will make a surprise appearance again." Bakugou smiled, dismissing the kids. Misa waved her goodbyes and tried to make a break for the locker room when the nitroglycerin smell reached her again. "And where are you in a rush to?" Misa turned to see a smirking Bakugou with his arms crossed.

"Nowhere. But my job is done here." She said, refusing to let her emotions show.

"Seems like you're running away from me."

"Why would I do that?" Misa asked as Bakugou slowly approached her.

"Intimidated maybe?" He challenged. Misa burst into laughter at his response, a fire returning to her eyes as she matched Bakugou's stare.

"Intimidated by that picture? Please. I told you it didn't affect me." Misa reminded her.

"Liar. That's why you haven't talked to me since. You're afraid of what you're feeling."

"I feel nothing Bakugou." The edge in her voice cut into Bakugou as his last name left Misa's mouth. "You're just toying with me."

"Am I though?" Bakugou asked, trying to hide the hurt in his voice. "We'll see who breaks first." He left the gym, leaving Misa in a pool of her own arousal.

"God damnit Katsuki. What are you doing to me?"

Misa was hunched over her desk for the fifth time that week, pouring over old cases that Ayami had tasked her with. There was a kidnapper on the loose within the city and Ayami was convinced that he was a serial kidnapper from the early 90's making his appearance again. Despite coroner reports stating the kidnapper had indeed died eight years prior while on the run, Ayami insisted that Misa find similar cases to connect the current cases. It was a useless endeavour; everyone knew it.

"You look terrible." The familiar voice of Bakugou sounded from behind Misa. People began staring at Bakugou, standing in his hero outfit. One assistant vocally gasped and almost fell out of her chair. Misa smirked at her friend for a moment. "Thanks for the compliment. Can I help you Dynamite?"

He chuckled at her as he leaned against her desk, crossing his arms over his wide chest. "As a matter of fact, you can. The hero's commission ball is coming up and I am in need of a date." The assistant actually fell out of her chair this time.

Rolling her eyes at the grounded assistant, Misa arched her eyebrow at Bakugou. "Oh yeah? It's this Saturday, isn't it?" Misa queried, fully aware of when the ball was to be held. "I may be busy that day…" She told him, crossing her legs to show her defiyment. Bakugou scoffed and turned to her, leaning closer to her.

"Oh yeah? A lot of women would love to be on my arm...me being a Pro after all." He challenged her.

"A lot of men would die to be by my side. Me being...sexy after all." She challenged right back, causing Bakugou to swallow. She knew she had him where she wanted him. "But...I suppose I can squeeze you in on Saturday." Her eyes burned into him, both challenging each other silently.

"It's a date then." Bakugou whispered, hearing Misa's breath hitch at his tease. "I'll pick you up at six." With that, he left her office, leaving a trail of panting assistants in his path. Misa swallowed to gather her sanity again, noting the gathered crowd around her desk.

"Yes? Get back to work." She said, returning to her paperwork, trying to ignore the excitement pooling between her legs.

Throughout the day, she fought to keep Bakugou out of her head. From their frequent hang out sessions, to their intimate teasing moments like today at her office, the explosion hero had a way of always being in her head. Her arousal from their banter earlier had surprised Misa, but what bothered her more was how much she needed a release. She hadn't slept with anyone in months, but that should not be the reason for her turning to putty whenever Bakugou looks at her.

Entering her apartment, she smelled the delicious meal she thought Mina was cooking until she realized that Mina didn't cook. "Kirishima?" She called out, depositing her shoes and purse at the door.

"Just me, Misa." Bakugou's voice sounded from the kitchen. She internally groaned, wishing that he wasn't there right now. She desperately needed a release. "Kirishima and Mina are busy in their room. I'm cooking dinner for us all while they're...preoccupied." He explained, stirring the pot, a knowing smirk on his lips.

"Oh. Lucky them." Misa mumbled, hoping Bakugou hadn't heard her.

"Oh yeah? Someone a little hot and bothered?" He teased her, shooting a smirk Misa's way. Her death glare was enough to melt a glacier as Bakugou cackled. "I didn't realize I was so powerful against you."

"Shut up. I am not affected by you." She defended herself while Bakugou approached her. "You have no effect on me."

"Liar." He told her, his tongue licking his bottom lip slightly as Misa's eyes looked him up and down.

"My assistant fell at your feet today. I have more willpower than that." Misa told him, refusing to melt under his intense glare.

"Uh Uh. Sure. Whatever you say." He whispered, his hand ghosting over Misa's neck, playing with her hair. "Your body gives you away. These goosebumps tell the truth."

"You think you're smooth. Charming. You're not. You're annoying." Misa scowled, not making a move away from Bakugou's touch. He smirked at her, releasing the black strand of hair to fall over Misa's shoulders. Excitement pooled in Misa's stomach, trickling between her legs as Bakugou's eyes danced over her.

"Liar." He repeated, inching closer to Misa's face before Mina's bedroom door flung open. A disheveled Kirishima stumbled out, followed quickly by Mina, forcing Bakugou to take a jump back from Misa.

"Whoo! That smells good, Katz." Kirishima smiled, noting the proximity between Misa and Bakugou. "All good guys?" He queried, Mina noticing as well.

"Yep, dinner is almost ready." Bakugou told them, tossing the kitchen towel over his nonchalant behavior frustrated Misa morea as she took a deep breath and shot a smile at the couple.

"I'm going to change real quick." She said, locking her bedroom door behind her. Bakugou smirked as he stirred the meal, knowing he had riled the feline up again.

Misa lay on her bed, her body begging for a release. She trailed her body gently, finding her triggers as she explored herself, thinking of the burning eyes of her friend. His smirk, his teasing, his body. His picture from the other night was burned in her brain as her fingers went to work; she found her release quickly, bringing a high she had forgotten she could feel. As she gathered her senses again, Misa realized that this lust was not going away. She had to get Bakugou back for the torment he just played on her.

The group enjoyed their dinner mixed with jovial conversation between all; but Misa couldn't help but feel the friction of Bakugou's knee brushing up against hers again throughout. Was he trying to make her lose control? Did he enjoy the small amount of power he held against her? Either way, she didn't shy away from the touch; almost yearning for it when he stole a glance her way. Her cheeks burned as Kirishima and Mina continued their conversation, unaware of the actions under the table.

Bakugou finished his meal, and placed his hands in his lap, still sharing subtle looks with Misa, who tried to focus on her meal. "I was just telling Misa about that gym, right Misa?" Mina called on her, breaking Misa out of her focus.

"Hm?" She asked, trying to regain her composure. Bakugou smirked and decided to play with her in her current state.

"The gym near my agency? The one with the super hot trainer?" Mina reminded her, eyeing Bakugou slyly. His eyes remained focused on the conversation as his hand found its place on Misa's knee. The feline suppressed a surprised gasp, trying to listen to Mina.

"I'm pretty sure he's gay Mina. Also, I like my gym. It's private and closer." Misa told her, squeezing her legs as Bakugou inched closer to her inner thigh. Mina pouted at the response however.

"But you're single Misa! I'm trying to make up for the Sumo incident."

"I'm fine, Mina." Misa told her, enjoying the small torture Bakugou was giving her under the table. She wasn't entirely sure where this behavior had come from, but at that moment, she didn't care. Calloused fingertips trailed up her thigh, willing her to open her legs a little more; which she obliged. Bakugou's eyes danced between Misa's heated cheeks and Mina's taunting.

"If you were fine, you'd be dating." Mina told her.

"Babe, Misa's a grownup. She doesn't need to date to be happy." Kirishima reminded his girlfriend. "Besides, she's a great girl. Any guy would be lucky to have her." He smiled, winking at Misa across the table.

"Thank you Kiri. As always, you're super sweet." Misa laughed until Bakugou found the dampness between her thighs, eliciting a small groan from the explosion hero. "I'll find a guy. Who knows? He may be...hiding somewhere from me." She smirked, squeezing Bakugou's hand between her thighs. Bakugou scoffed at the taunt and curled his finger closer to her core, making Misa cough to cover her surprise.

"Since you cooked Katz, we'll clean!" Kirishima announced, grabbing the empty dishes off the table. With the sudden change of act, Bakugou snatched his hand from Misa's lap before Kirishima walked to their side of the table. "Wanna help me Mina?" Kirishima asked as Mina skipped behind him to the kitchen, leaving Bakugou and Misa alone.

"What the hell was all that?" Misa whispered, swatting Bakugou's chest. The man was laughing to himself as Misa's cheeks burned. "That is a line that you've never crossed. You're constantly trying your hand at what? Distracting me from my work situation?" Bakugou's eyes snapped to her, bringing a resounding silence to her tongue.

"I just wanted to feel the effect I have on you. Wanted to see if your little 'change' in your bedroom before dinner was effective." Misa froze at the intensity behind Bakugou's eyes, bringing her heart to a rate she'd never before felt. "Apparently not."

"This is all just a game to you, isn't it? The list? The club? The picture? The Hero's Ball?" Misa managed to find her voice through her arousal. Bakugou stared back at her, trying to figure out if Misa was upset or not. "If you want to play, I'll play." Her voice dropped into a heavy tone as she inched closer to Bakugou's face. "But I'll win. Trust me on that one." Bakugou's throat constricted with the threat, shooting excitement throughout his body.

"First one to lose control...wins." Bakugou whispered, licking his bottom lip.

"I feel like we'll both win anyway. You're on."

"Hey guys! Who wants dessert?" Mina cheered, holding out a cream cake for the group. Noting the close proximity of her friends, her eyes narrowed. "What's going on?"

"Just making a friendly wager." Misa answered her, winking at Bakugou.

"A wager about what?"

"You're really nosey, Pinky." Bakugou groaned, taking the slice of cake from her.