Notes: I was given the prompts "Criminal AU" + "It's Not You, It's my Enemies" + Kacchako. I saw the opportunity to write another chapter for this fic and I took it. No regrets.

After three weeks of being stuck in a safehouse with Katsuki Bakugou, (alleged) world class assassin for hire, with only two other agents as her replacements, Special Agent Uraraka had grown restless. It wasn't like her to get so fidgety, but Bakugou had a way of getting under her skin and he was particularly skilled at it. Of course, it didn't help that he was trying to get under her clothes and her body was responding to it in ways that she'd never once imagined. Just when she thought she had a handle on things, he would do or say something and her mind would take a swan dive into a very inappropriate place.

Maybe Agent Midoriya was right. Maybe she did need to live a little and go on a date. After all, if she was having ridiculously dirty dreams about the asshole that she was protecting, then her mind was off. How in the hell could she find him so attractive? Even subconsciously?

Bakugou was growing even more restless than her, but he tended to act like he might kill someone when he got like this. Being cooped up in an unfamiliar place was making him aggravated and touchy to the point where she was concerned about whether or not there would be an agent for her to replace whenever she showed up for her shift. The last time she'd come to relieve Midoriya, they had been in the middle of a heated argument about soft versus hard shell tacos. Clearly, Bakugou needed to get out.

After receiving permission from Aizawa, Uraraka was to escort Bakugou out in public for the first time. It could be dangerous, so they'd been given disguises. How a trip to the store could turn into disaster might have been beyond some people, but Uraraka knew that bad men could lurk in the most normal of places. He needed time out of the safehouse in order to remain appeased and the powers that be needed him that way in order for him to continue talking. A small trip out and about was all that he'd asked for. Aizawa hadn't thought it was a good idea, but he'd been overrun and that was that.

"You look good as a blonde, Agent," Bakugou teased as they strolled down the sidewalk.

Uraraka rolled her eyes. "Don't call me that in public."

"My apologies, Ochako," Bakugou drawled, a smirk on his face. Uraraka pressed her lips together and said nothing in response to that. She should've expected that blow, but it still sent a thrill down her spine. "You need to relax. You're so stiff. Everyone's going to think that we're fighting and will get curious."

The fact that he was right irritated her, but she took a breath and dropped her shoulders, relaxing her body from the tension that had her muscles so tight. "What did you need from the store anyways?"

"Just something to remind me of home," Bakugou responded. It was such a sentimental statement that she immediately grew suspicious over it. If there was one thing that he was not, it was a man of sentiment. He didn't have time to be so in his line of work. It was kill or don't get paid. Well, his alleged line of work. They all knew who he was, but his only confirmed kills were the ones he'd done in self-defense at his home the day that hit squad broke into his place.

Instead of questioning him, Uraraka took a different line of approach, going for curious. "I didn't take you for the sentimental type." She let her voice go soft, which caught his interest. Most of the time, all he saw of her was the hard agent that followed the rules and sometimes got worked up. She was more than that though. It wouldn't be the first time that she'd been accused of being fragile or gentle. Luckily her boss never saw her that way or she wouldn't even be here.

"We all have things that comfort us, even me," Bakugou pointed out. He dragged his eyes from her feet all the way to her face, not even bothering to hide the brazen desire in his eyes. "I could do that for you."

"No thanks," Uraraka quipped. "I'm not in need of comforting."

Bakugou barked out a laugh. "I could make you squirm and scream then, tie you up a bit if discomfort is more your style."

She flicked her eyes over to glare at him, but he didn't have the decency to look ashamed one bit. He was getting bolder by the day with what he said to her. She doubted he was this way with the others. Agent Iida would've told her at least. However, somehow she knew that he wasn't acting this way just because she was a woman. Maybe it was bold of her to assume that it had to do with her, but she didn't take him for the type to use sexual advances to demean women. He didn't kill them at least unless they tried to kill him first.

That just might happen if he kept this up.

"Ah, this is the place," Bakugou announced as he stopped in front of an assuming shop on the corner. She furrowed her brow. It looked like a cross between a pawn shop and a small neighborhood grocery store. Surely he didn't shop here. She'd been in his house and knew just how expensive his taste ran.

"Seriously?"

"I'll have you know that this fair establishment has been run by the kindest family that I have ever met," Bakugou informed her, sounding deeply offended. "You really should support small businesses."

Now he was being an ass on purpose. Determined to not let him get to her, she followed him inside without further complaint. While he immediately went to the back to greet the owner, she wandered around the store, walking through the aisles and looking at anything that vaguely caught her interest. Mostly she was making sure that there was no one suspicious in the store and they hadn't been followed. Unless the eighty-year-old woman was a murderer in disguise, they were fine.

Satisfied, Uraraka made her way to the back where Bakugou was talking with a red-haired gentleman. He beamed at her from behind the counter and leaned down on it as he asked, "And who is this striking young woman you're here with?"

"This, you shithead," Bakugou stated proudly as he draped an arm over her shoulders, "is my future wife."

Uraraka scoffed, but the redhead only laughed and exclaimed, "I didn't think you were the marrying type!"

Bakugou shrugged and she could feel his weight shift on her shoulders. "What can I say? When you know, you know." He grinned. "In my case, I knew when I saw her kill a man by throwing a knife in his eye." He let out a low whistle and shook his head.

Shocked by his openness, Uraraka whipped her head around and jerked out from his arm. "Bakugou, you can't just talk about things like that!"

"What? It's just shop talk." Bakugou gave her an innocent look that was so tied up with bullshit that she almost saw red. "Besides, you can trust Kirishima. He may smile all the time like a dumbass, but he's one of my closest friends."

Uraraka frowned, glancing from Bakugou to Kirishima, who was indeed still smiling. "He wasn't in your known contacts."

Kirishima looked to Bakugou. "A colleague of yours?"

Bakugou shook his head. "Federal. It's a long story."

Instead of looking bothered that there was a law enforcement agent in his presence, Kirishima only looked mildly surprised and even more intrigued. "You're chock full of those and apparently this one is too." He tilted his head. "A knife in the eye? Really? That's impressive."

"Covered in blood from killing the first two men that attacked her," Bakugou added wistfully. "It really is a shame that she's married to that suit right now."

"Oi." Uraraka poked him in the side, making him jump. It was such an undignified and silly action that an affronted look crossed his face, as if to ask how she dared to do something so dumb. It was nicer than poking him with her gun. "You said you needed something to remind you of home. We don't have much time left."

He wasn't the only one not looking forward to going back to the safehouse. As much added stress that going out in public gave her, a breath of fresh air had been nice and it was interesting to watch Bakugou interact with the world outside of a two bedroom, one bathroom house. He wasn't that much different, but there was something about him that drew the eye. Maybe it was the way she knew he was scoping the area the same as her so that if trouble did happen they would both be ready.

There really was something to be said about a man who had ten different escape scenarios planned in his head depending on what warranted an escape.

"Are you here for business or pleasure?" Kirishima asked.

"Hm, a little bit of both," Bakugou replied thoughtfully.

With that curious q and a over with, Kirishima pressed a button underneath the counter and Uraraka watched in shock as it transformed from a display of what might've been stolen watches to an assortment of weapons that had her raising her eyebrows. She didn't know what to say. Maybe she should've expected something like this since Bakugou had been complaining about not having a cache of weapons to protect himself, but she couldn't have anticipated him being so bold or his arms dealer to show off right in front of her after being told she was a Fed.

"These are all legally owned weapons with the proper documentation," Kirishima told her, probably having noticed the stunned look on her face.

"By who?" Uraraka blurted.

Kirishima turned to Bakugou. "Oh, she's good. I like her. Don't muck it up."

This time, Bakugou was the one to roll his eyes. Despite knowing that she should stop him and definitely knowing that she should report what he was doing, Uraraka sat back and let him pick out the weapon of his choice. Quite frankly, she thought that keeping him without one put them at a disadvantage. If something like what happened at his house were to happen again, the most he'd have to protect himself was a few steak knives. She didn't doubt his skill or ability to fight with those, but in all honesty, he would be able to fight better with a gun.

Some of the other agents might've questioned her, seeing as how letting him have a gun required a certain amount of trust. She had to trust that he wouldn't use it on her. She had to trust that he wouldn't use it on her fellow agents. There were at least a hundred alleged kills under his belt and a few of them had been law enforcement. The idea of putting a gun in his hand was disastrous.

But then he had been ready to kill that assassin in order to save her before she'd done it herself. And besides, if he'd wanted to kill her, he would have already. There had been an ample amount of chances where she'd let her guard down. Bakugou wouldn't hurt her. Annoy her? Most definitely. Kill her? No. He was more apt to defend her than do that, just as she would him, despite the fact that he drove her mad half the time.

Once Bakugou was finished and his purchase was neatly packed and put in a cheap plastic bag, Kirishima bid them goodbye, making sure to tell Bakugou to not be a stranger and bring Uraraka around again. "You should get her something nice next time," he added teasingly. "She deserves it for putting up with you."

Even though she knew that fraternizing with an arms dealer was a very bad idea, Uraraka couldn't help but feel warm towards him and waved back at him before they stepped outside. Bakugou hadn't been lying about this shop being run by some very kind people. It made her wonder how he'd gotten into dealing weapons in the first place. Bakugou had said that it was a small, family business. Such things did tend to run in the family.

Before Uraraka could ask him any questions though, Bakugou grabbed her by the wrist and promptly shoved into against a brick wall in an alley. Uraraka's immediate response was to fight and she moved to attack him, but he had expected as such, grabbing her other wrist and then moving his leg to block hers so that she was completely pinned by him. "I'm not trying to hurt you," he hissed at her, although his gaze was flickering outside of the alley. "I think we're being followed."

"Have we been compromised?" Uraraka asked in a whisper.

"I don't know," Bakugou admitted, his brow furrowed. His face was angled towards her so that anyone looking into the alley would think they were talking...very intimately. The moment she stopped fighting against him, he released her wrists, only to place one of his hands on her hip and the other on the wall by her head. His leg was still in between hers and he was close enough that she could smell him. "I feel like we would've been attacked if they did. Our disguises might've confused them."

Whoever wanted Bakugou dead couldn't afford to make any mistakes, less they wanted to draw more attention to themselves. The first people to send a hit squad after him and failed had learned that lesson the hard way. Those men had been traced back to them and they'd been arrested. Anyone going for a second attempt would need to be more cautious.

"So what do we do?" Uraraka questioned.

Bakugou turned his gaze back to her and time stood still. There was something about his eyes, something that looked strangely like a mixture of regret, that nearly made her stop breathing. His face was so close to hers. She'd known his eyes were a shade of red, but she'd never known how remarkable the color was until now. "When you know, you know," he said in a low voice that had her stomach flipping. "It really is a shame that so many people want to kill me and this is how we met. You're an interesting woman, Agent Uraraka. I would've to see where this went, but the more you're with me, the more likely you'll die."

"If we get out of this alive," Uraraka replied without thinking, "then maybe you can find out."

There was a hard glint in Bakugou's eyes as he grinned. "Don't tease me now."

"What do we do?" Uraraka demanded again.

"Well, there's one thing that might convince them we're not who we are," Bakugou mused.

Uraraka didn't care what it was. As much as she hated that stupid safehouse, she was willing to do whatever it took to get back. Aizawa wouldn't take kindly to either of them getting shot. "What?"

"Don't shoot me," Bakugou said right before he dropped his bag and pressed his lips against hers.

Her first reaction should've been to shove him away. It was not. Her second thought should've been to remind herself that this was so they wouldn't get found out. No assassins trying to figure out who they were would think two people kissing in an alley were a hitman and an FBI agent. It was not. Her third reminder should've been that this was just an act and her responding to his touch meant absolutely nothing.

(It was very much not.)

The second he kissed her, she responded far too quickly and with far too much enthusiasm. These weren't some delicate kisses. No, they were bruising, passionate, and wild. They weren't the kind of kisses that should have been done in public, but Bakugou didn't seem capable of shame and Uraraka was too torn between thinking about their identities being found out and how she couldn't remember ever getting kissed so thoroughly in her life.

It wasn't just his lips demanding more of hers or his tongue curling inside her mouth. He pressed his whole body against hers, his hips grinding against her in an unseemly manner, as he gripped her tightly and pulled her against him. His hand that had been on the wall came to rest on the back of her head before he dug his fingers in her hair and tugged on it tightly. His mouth was hot, wet, wanting more than she could possibly give and her body burned with the eagerness to prove him wrong. When she wrapped her arms around his neck and snapped her hips against his, he let out a growl so low that it reverberated in his chest and had her knees shaking.

When Bakugou finally pulled away, Uraraka had to suck in a gasp of air. Even he was panting at this point. She had a brief moment of clarity to look around, her face hidden in the shadow of his, and found that no one was looking at them. Likely their very public display of affection had been so awkward that everyone had scattered. Bakugou did the same and, judging by his non-reaction, the people that he'd thought were following them were either long gone or no longer considered a threat.

"Coast is clear," Bakugou said, although he made no move of letting her go.

"Good," Uraraka managed, but just barely. Her mind was screaming at her to pull away, but her arms wouldn't move. She was still lined up against him so that she could feel the muscles of his chest against hers, along with something else that had slowly begun to harden up.

Bakugou's eyes moved back to hers. "I ought to pull that line even if no one is around." He smirked. "You were awfully eager there, Agent Uraraka."

"You were awfully needy, Katsuki," Uraraka shot back.

His gaze darkened as he stared her down and he licked his lips, as if tasting the lip balm that she had left on them. "I'd be careful if I were you. I wouldn't jump into something I can't handle."

"Who says I can't?" Uraraka demanded.

Bakugou let go of her and stepped back, though he continued to consider her as he picked up his bag. He was looking at her as if he could assess her strengths and weaknesses like some sort of robot. Except his eyes dropped back down to her now swollen lips and stayed there. Maybe it wasn't her weaknesses that he was considering but his own. He'd been hounding her for so long for just a taste of this and now that he'd had it he looked conflicted.

Needless to say, this was not going in her report for the day. She would mention the possibility of being followed and escaping capture or being found out, but she wouldn't say how. Aizawa was better off not knowing that tidbit. Uraraka unfortunately knew that she wouldn't forget and Bakugou appeared to have triggered a trip line that he hadn't anticipated.

Great. Now they were both fucked.