The feeling of Bakugou's eyes on you was something that you had difficulty ignoring. You knew that he was watching you closely for any signs that you were about to totally bullshit your way through your next prediction, but that couldn't be further from the truth. In fact, you had no idea what happened at this particular skirmish, yet you were having difficulty admitting such a thing to him. The past couple of months that you had been his "strategy assistant", or whatever you were called, had gone by swimmingly. Nothing you said had been wrong and everything had gone just as you predicted, so the fact that you were drawing a blank on this one battle was eating at you viciously. More than worrying that he may no longer believe you, you didn't want to disappoint him.

You had grown to love the feeling of being praised by him and by anyone else who found your predictions to be helpful. Seeing Bakugou or whoever was sent out to battle return victorious filled your heart with joy, and you dreaded how he may react if you had no suggestions or information for him. What if that was a battle they ended up losing? Surely it would look bad on you, as if you were trying to sabotage them or something similar. What you could do was alluding you completely, and you were feeling very much helpless at this point. Making something up was out of the question, as your conscience couldn't handle such a thing. So, the truth was the only option. Or, as close to the truth as you could get in your current predicament.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just not seeing anything for this…" Shaking your head, you sat up from leaning over a map, having difficulty looking at the ever-vigilant man beside you. "It's… Blurry."

"Blurry. Hm." Bakugou tapped his finger on the map his other hand on his chin as he thought. "Must not be very impactful, then. Isn't that what you said?"

Nodding, you glanced up at him, though your felt a heat rise in your cheeks as you caught his gaze. "Yes, though I can't say for sure. I know I've done really well up until now, I'm sorry-"

"Don't apologize." Bakugou began to fold up the map, seemingly not upset at all with your inability to assist him this time around. "As you know, we take your suggestions seriously, but we don't base our entire strategy around them. That would be foolish."

At this point, you learned not to take things that he said to heart. He was a rough man, with very little sense of sympathy or gentleness. You didn't mind that. In fact, you quite liked it, as it made the moments when he was kind to you all the more special. You liked that he was brutally honest, that he shared the majority of his thoughts and opinions with you without restraint. There were hints of his more tender side shown to you every so often, with a hand to assist you up off the floor or even bringing you a lunch that he prepared himself. Often, you could have sworn that he was even flirting with you, but due to your nature, you had built up this wall around yourself that prevented anyone from coming inside. That included Bakugou, though he had similar defenses built around his own mind.

You thought that, perhaps, it was just like yours. Getting close to people wasn't easy for you, as you had a deep fear of rejection and abandonment. It wasn't something you could really describe with words, but the thought of letting someone in only to have them hurt you deeply was a horrifying thought. Not just a thought, but an experience that you never wanted to relive. Still, this man had an… energy to him. Just being beside him made you feel comfortable, safe and content in this world that you hardly knew. Over the half a year that you had been here, he had taught you so much, even if he called you stupid every time you did something wrong. You were a quick learner, however, and impressed him more than you annoyed him, which was a plus in your mind.

It would be easier, you thought, for him to accept your mistakes if you could just… tell him the full truth. If you could just tell him that you were from the future, where people drove cars and talked to each other from all the way across the world. He would surely think you're crazy if you even attempted it, though he seemed to find your oddities more interesting and amusing rather than scary in some way. He enjoyed your phrases and words that were commonplace in your time, but had yet to be created in this era. In particular, he loved the word 'fuck' and all its variations, though you had yet to really teach him what it meant. The thought embarrassed you greatly, so instead of the definition, you just told him how to use it properly and… sparingly. He didn't really listen to you on the sparingly part, since no one else really knew what it meant, he used it as he pleased.

Besides the fact that it was hilarious, it was also cute, to see his smug grin any time he told Kaminari to 'fuck off'. His yellow haired subordinate begged both you and Bakugou to know what the word meant, but it seemed that you shared a very similar sense of humor with Bakugou. The confusion was funny to you, and though you felt bad at first, there wasn't any harm in it that you could recognize. If Bakugou didn't know those words, he would just tell Kaminari in his own just as crude way. That, and you didn't really want to change the course of time and linguistics all that much by spreading your phrases across the country. One man was enough, and since it was your favorite man of this time period, you didn't mind it all that much.

"I'm kind of glad you don't take what I say all that seriously… I mean, I'm happy you listen to me, but it makes me feel better that you're not completely counting on me. That could end up a disaster." You gave him a smile, moving some of your hair back behind your ear. "I think that your tactics for this particular situation are perfect, though. I'm learning a lot about these things from you."

Bakugou nodded, taking a moment to stand and walk the map to its regular resting place, inside of a small cabinet along with other documents. "You're learning very quickly. At least, you retain information well. That's a good quality to have. It could help you survive out here for sure."

With a small sigh, you gave a shrug, eyes on his bare feet as he came back towards the low table you were still sitting at. "I guess so. Though, I don't have to learn much being cooped up in this palace all the time."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Coming to stand beside you, Bakugou held out a hand, which you took to use his assistance up off the floor. "In this palace is the safest place you could be. Out there is nothing but death."

After standing, you fixed your clothing back into place a bit, smoothing out the fabric around your hips. "I mean, that is true. But it would be nice to at least get to go out to town occasionally. I haven't stepped foot outside of the palace since I got here."

"Again, why would you want to leave? You have your pond with Sushi, your books, your paper and ink to keep you occupied. By now you've made friends to visit when you're able."

"I know, and I really am grateful for all these things, but…" Feeling your chest grow tight in nervousness of admitting the truth to him, you fiddled with the hem of your sleeve, not wanting to offend him or belittle his generosity in any way. "I still feel like… I'm nothing but a prisoner. I've been here almost seven months, and I've done nothing but show my support and loyalty. I had just hoped that… that perhaps by now, I'd be more accepted into the clan."

Bakugou stood in front of you for a moment, his presence silent and tense. You could tell just by the way he didn't move or say a word that your confession had upset him, but in what way? When he was angry, he lashed out with words and angry body language, so it wasn't that. This seemed more like… he was contemplating his own choices on how you had been treated thus far.

"You have done well. But there is still something about you that my Lord is having difficulty trusting, so he cannot accept you, no matter how… others may feel. I cannot allow you full freedom without his consent."

Your stomach bubbling with that dreadful feeling of rejection, all you could do was give a small nod, knowing that anything else you had to say wouldn't change your situation.

"But…"

Confused, your gaze was pulled off the floor to look up at Bakugou's face, instantly feeling your cheeks flush with heat at the calm expression on his face. Sly smirk crossing his lips, you immediately knew that he had noticed your blush, though you didn't have a chance to hide it before he spoke again.

"That doesn't mean you can't go into town with a chaperone." With a gesture to the door, arm outstretched, Bakugou took a step back to allow you room. "Let's go."

"'L-let's'?" You made your way towards the exit, even though your legs felt like jelly. "You're taking me into town? Right now?" This was beyond anything that you had expected from Bakugou of all people. He wasn't one to enjoy going out into public to begin with, so for him to willingly take you into town himself was intensely shocking. Had something you said struck a guilty chord? Was he doing this because he pitied you or because he wanted to cheer you up? Was this like… a date?

No, no! Don't think things like that! This isn't a date! It's not!

"You're the one complaining that you don't get to go out. If you don't want to-"

"N-no, I want to!" You stopped for a moment, turning to look up at him in worry. You didn't want him to change his mind. This opportunity was something that you couldn't let slip through your fingers, no matter how embarrassing or frustrating it may be. Bakugou, this brute of a man, was stopping any plans he had for the day just to take you into town. It made you excited, nervous and… happy.

In truth, although your attitude was pleasant and as content as possible, it had been a very long time since you could consider yourself truly happy. Even before you were sent to this world, your life was void of that lightness in your chest, that fluttering in your stomach that spread warmth through every inch of your body. But this… this simple action Bakugou had decided to make was filling you with a happiness you had nearly forgotten.

"Good," Bakugou huffed with an annoyed scowl on his face, sliding the door shut behind him as he joined you outside. "Because I won't be offering to do this again. You'd better enjoy it!"

Unable to resist the small smile on your lips, you followed him as he made his way towards the stables, finding it difficult to pull your eyes off a particular spot between his shoulder blades. "I'm sure it will be wonderful."

"More like a pain in the ass. You keep your name and anything about you to yourself, understand? There will be people who will want to pry and be curious about why you are with me."

"What will you tell them?"

"That it's none of their fucking business." Bakugou snarled at you over his shoulder, though you couldn't resist giggling at his use for the modern curse. "Shut up! Why do you always laugh when I say that word?!"

"It's nothing!" You smiled up at him, walking a bit faster so you were beside him instead of behind. "It's just so silly to hear you say that when you don't know what it means."

"Then tell me what it means! I don't care if it's offensive, I want to know!"

Tapping your finger to your chin, you hummed out in thought, wondering if it was worth it. He would surely get embarrassed if you told him, so you didn't want to ruin your chances of getting to leave the castle. "Okay, I will tell you. But not until we get to town."

"Excuse me?! You don't get to make the rules around here, Demon. I command you to tell me!"

"And I promise that I will," You smiled up at him, bringing a frustrated and flushed expression to his face that you couldn't quite understand. "But not until we get to town. Deal?"

"Tch, fine! I'll hold you to that…" Nearly pouting, Bakugou turned his glare back in front of him, shoving his arms into the adjacent sleeves. Placing your own back behind your back, you peeled your eyes off his cute expression to instead watch your feet as you walked. Your wooden geta sandals clacked against the pristine flooring with each step, as did Bakugou's, but you found it to be a pleasant sound. At the moment, the paired resonating noise represented a companionship, one which you hadn't expected to bloom. And yet, your closeness to this ruthless and hot-headed man had blossomed into more than just a professional relationship based around occupational necessity.

Bakugou was your friend… and your crush. That only made it harder for you to not think that this was something more than him just doing a favor for you. You wanted it to be more, for there to be some other motive that was driving him. Although there may have been a hint here and there as you both made your way to the stables, there was nothing definitive.

His ears and cheeks flushing could be from the heat. Right?

His sideways glances and wandering gaze could just be him watching you for any mischief.

Right?

His gentle touch and lingering hands as he put you up onto Yonaka's back were just him helping you out and supporting you.

Right?

His arm around your waist as he settled in behind you was just to make sure you were body steady and comfortable.

Right?

That's all it was. There was nothing deeper about any of his interactions with you, now or from the moment you had met him. You were just a woman that he used for his own gain and he had no romantic feelings for you whatsoever.

"Maybe while we're down there, you can pick some clothes for yourself, so you don't wear the same rags every day. And some pork noodles sound good, there's a place in the center of town that sells it with their own special sake that will probably ruin you." Bakugou spoke calmly as Yonaka lumbered his way out of the castle gates, waiting until you were out of earshot of the guards so no one else caught wind of what was going on. "I hate town, but it will be good to get away."

Feeling heat rush to your cheeks, you kept your eyes on Yonaka's ears, which twitched and twisted at the sound of Bakugou's voice and the chirping birds in the trees. "I-I don't have any money…"

"Who said you needed it?"

Clutching onto the pommel of the saddle tightly, you suddenly found it difficult to breathe, a tightness in your chest constricting your lungs and throat. If only you could tell him that a man taking a woman to buy clothes and dinner during your time meant something more than just a simple favor. In your mind, all you could think of was the possibility that he was doing this in pursuit of something more.

But he couldn't be. You absolutely could not fall for this man, and he couldn't be falling for you. It just wasn't something that could happen.

Right?

"Ah, okay… Well, thank you… Bakugou. I look forward to it."

"Katsuki. Call me Katsuki."