(Side A)
Katsuki was bothered. He laid on his bed in his room, staring at the ceiling. The while marble walls of his room decorated with an assortment of weapons, stones and jewelry lined the walls and scattered across the floor, although most were kicked up against the wall. Banners he had stolen from battle sights and wealthy merchant's homes lined his walls. The large windows were plan, without shutters or curtains, looking down to the earth below. That image of Izuku, that human, on his knees, crying and begging before him wouldn't stop replaying in his mind.
'H-H-Have mercy on me, B-Bakugou... Not like t-this, please...'
Katsuki clenched his teeth in frustration. He was used to people begging underneath him, even if they didn't know he was a god, he loved having mortals begging beneath him, whether it was for sexual release or to spare their lives. So why... 'So why does he bother me so much?' Katsuki had gone home after that day frustrated and pissed off, blowing up much of the pathway right outside the entrance to the castle, and the main hall. Ochaco and Tenya had yelled at him, and he nearly had gotten into a fight with them if Shouto hadn't shown up and intervened. Shouto had implored him to stay away from the human, as having constant visits from Katsuki might cause trouble down on earth. He had told Shouto to fuck off and then holed himself up in his room for several days.
This kind of attitude was out of character for Katsuki. He took what he wanted, when he wanted, and didn't care what others thought of him. But, as he stayed up in his room by himself, it did give him time to think about what had happened. He thought a lot about that mortal, Izuku. He still wanted to defile and have his way with that human, that hadn't changed one bit. That small human really turned him on, he loved meek and shy humans like that, they were always fun to tease. But he couldn't figure out why he had stopped himself that day and left. He had his hold on that mortal. He could have done it, should
Sitting up, he swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood up. Katsuki decided he was going to see that human and try to figure out what exactly the human had done to Katsuki to behave like this. He never sat still for long, always going from one place to another, but that human's image weighed heavily on his heart and had acted as a ball and chain. 'If he doesn't want to be mine, I'll fucking kill him! I won't let him live in a world where he won't bow to be, goddammit.' He walked out of his room, his sandals echoing across the chambers.
He walked down the stairs that would lead to the west wing where his room was, the soft sound his sandals made echoing across the chambers. Walking down the stairs and entering the main hall, he spotted Shouto leaning against the wall next to entrance. "Where do you think you're going?" Shouto said to him, even though he knew exactly where Katsuki was planning on going. "Since when did you become my human-mother? Fuck off, I'm going out." Katsuki said, walking across the main hall to the entrance. "And I'm sure if the earth could speak, they'd tell you to not go as well. What you're doing is foolish, you know perfectly well that you shouldn't be meddling with humans like this. Sleeping around with them is one thing, assaulting and revealing your identity is another." Shouto said, his eyes narrowing at Katsuki.
"If you're looking to keep me from seeing him, you're going to have to stop me with your own hands." Katsuki told him and Shouto shrugged. "I'm not looking for a physical confrontation. But if you continue to act foolishly, I will apprehend you and resolve the situation myself. So watch yourself." Shouto warned, leaning off of the wall and walking off, leaving Katsuki to his own. Katsuki tsked at Shouto as he walked off, then turning and leaving the castle. Determined, Katsuki rushed to the edge of the stone pathway, small areas of grass and trees on either side of the pathway before cutting off at the rounded edges of the yard. Walking off the edge of the floating castle, Katsuki fell to earth only a few feet before a white light enveloped him, teleporting him down to earth where Izuku was.
(Side B)
Izuku had been busying himself with his work in the days that had passed since his meeting with Ochaco and Tenya. He had made his resolve to fight without hesitation if Bakugou showed himself, but the constant work took his mind off of the worst case scenarios if he did show. Izuku had gone to the temple this morning and prayed to Ochaco, giving thanks to her. Whether coincidence or if she used The Pull, Izuku had a few more orders than usual lately. A few dagger requests and a long sword had been put in for Izuku, and he was forever grateful for this luck. Perhaps he would treat his mother and buy her some sugar, a rare commodity that was costly. Izuku smiled to himself, 'I'll have to work a lot harder if I want sugar, it's so expensive. But Mother, I'm sure, would love to try some.' He thought to himself.
He was forging today, two metal chunks for daggers and another for the sword were placed in the forge, heating up and getting reading to be flattened out. He grabbed the sword piece first once it reached a red hot color and placed it on the anvil, grabbing his hammer and began to pound down on the metal. The clanks of metal hitting metal resounded through his small workshop, and Izuku wished he had larger windows to take some more of the heat out of the shop. Using his tongs, he flipped the metal over again and repeated with process with the other side until the red color of the metal faded back to grey. He grabbed the slightly thinner and longer piece of metal with the tongs and tossed it back into the forge, then grabbing on of the dagger pieces and repeating the process.
It was a quiet day, no one had entered the shop other than himself since yesterday. Although the lack of people coming in did make him a bit sad, it gave him the time to focus on the orders he already had. His mind wandered as he worked, until the ring of the shop bell signaling he shop door opening. Izuku turned his attention to the front of his shop, "Hello, welco-" His eyes widened as he saw who entered. It was him. The man he had been dreading to see, although he knew it inevitable. Izuku immediately felt a terror and anger the likes he never felt before overtake him. Using the tongs, he grabbed the metal and threw it in the forge and tossed the hammer to the ground and then unsheathed his dagger, pointing it at the blonde man.
"Get the hell out of here, NOW!" Izuku shouted at him, gripping the knife tightly in his fingers. Bakugou scowled at him, slamming the door shut behind him. "I never took you as such an aggressor, Izuku. Maybe you should relax a bit and SIT DOWN!" Bakugou shouted at him, gripping his hands into fists, and Izuku felt the beginnings of The Passion creep into his bones. Panicking, he grabbed another knife he had laying about and threw it in Bakugou's direction, the knife sinking into the wall about six inches from his head.
"Don't you dare use that on me! I'm serious!" Izuku shouted, while he put on a strong face and demeanor, was still trembling in fear. Bakugou smirked and approached the counter that separated the store front from the blacksmith workshop in the back. "I said, BACK OFF!" Izuku yelled out before rushing and hopping the counter to confront the god before him. Izuku held his left forearm up and pressed it against Bakugou's chest, The Passion still sinking into his body from before intensifying at the touch, and Izuku pushed back, dagger still in his right hand.
Izuku attempted to push the god back towards the door to force him to leave, but Bakugou held like a brick wall. Bakugou let out a deep chuckle and, before Izuku could react, grabbed the wrist holding the knife and twisted his arm around, turning the human's back to him as he dropped the dagger and then pressed Izuku's chest against the counter as Bakugou towered over him. "Gah, dammit! Let me go! I mean it!" Izuku shouted as he struggled below Bakugou. While Izuku had strong arms from forging, he lacked any kind of combat experience. Bakugou chewed on his bottom lip, eyeing the way Izuku's exposed shoulder muscles tensed and moved as he struggled.
"I came here for you, today. So shut the fuck up and listen for a second before you piss me off." He said, his voice straining, sounding like he was trying his best to remain calm. Izuku stilled for a moment, breath heavy against the wooden counter top. "I came here to tell you that you'll be courting me from now on."
Izuku felt like his heart stopped in his chest, and the quiet seconds that ticked passed felt like hours. "W-What?" He blurted out. Bakugou released Izuku's hand, but leaned over the smaller human to pin him to the counter. "I regret my behavior towards you in all of our encounters. I thought about you a lot in my time away from you." He said into the human's ear, and Izuku felt a blush creep over his cheeks and turning his ears red. Izuku felt a larger hand cover his own hand that had been supporting him against the counter. He swallowed nervously. "Even though you're apologizing, I'm assuming, that still does not make me want to, er, court you, at all!" He said against the counter, feeling the hand over his own squeeze his fingers gently.
Bakugou lifted himself off of Izuku and stepped away to give the other some space. Izuku stood up and turned around, eyeing the god nervously. Bakugou's eyes meet Izuku's fiercely, the red burn from his gaze burning inside him, The Passion slowly pulsing with his own heartbeat. "Your opinion on the issue doesn't matter to me. Whether you forgive me or not regarding what I did means little to me. You'll be mine whether you like it or not, so I suggest you come to terms with it. The sooner the better." Bakugou said, leaning back up against the wall and taking out the knife that had struck it. He played with the blade in his fingers as he spoke.
"Wha- I- Why would I agree to this?! You assaulted me!" Izuku shouted and Bakugou tsked at him. "Shut up! You should be motherfucking grateful a god like me has taken this interest in you, Izuku." Bakugou barked out, gripping the knife in his hand before throwing it at Izuku's feet, the blade spinning around before coming to a halt. "You did this to your damn self, you fucking brat. Praying to me, wanting such a boring life, nothing exiting. Kissing my fucking feet as you begged for nothing to happen to you." Izuku stood in shocked silence as Bakugou talked, presumably about the night of the Spring Welcoming festival. "I approached you because I felt like it, because you were all alone, and... Since that night I can't stop thinking about you! So you're going to shut the fuck up and do as your god tells you!" Bakugou shouted, his temper beginning to boil over and he slammed his fist into the wall next to the door, cracks spreading like a spider's web.
"So you better fucking prepare yourself, Izuku! I'll be back for you, so you better watching your fucking mouth when I return." Bakugou yelled as he approached Izuku and grabbed him by the cloth hanging over his shoulder and pulled him in for a kiss. Izuku's eyes widened, and although much of The Passion had left his body in Bakugou's dialogue, the other most likely forgetting to continue its' use as he spoke, he merely stood still, not reacting to the blonde man. Bakugou pulled away quickly, much quicker than Izuku expected, and gazed into the green-haired man's eyes for a moment. Bakugou's intense stare was accompanied by a furrowed brow and a scowl, his aggressive face hiding any indication of what he was thinking.
Bakugou released his grip on Izuku's chiton and turned on his heel, marching towards the door without another word, then disappearing in a flash of bright light. Izuku stood dumbfounded for a moment, his lower back pressed against the counter before sliding down on the ground to sit. Bakugou's words hummed in his mind as he sat. He let out a small laugh. "Oh, no... He's got a crush on me, hasn't he? Oh, gods, no..." Izuku sighed out as he buried his face in his hands. He didn't know what the future held for this, but he wasn't sure how to handle the situation.
The gods were fickle, and Izuku knew that. As such, he decided that if Bakugou was to come back around and harass him, it might be best to agree to the god's demands. Izuku was sure that if he played along for a time, the god was surely to loose interest in him and then leave him. He nodded his head at his decision, knowing full well that with this god in particular, Bakugou would continue to pursue him relentlessly until he got bored, until Izuku relented and agreed anyway, or killed Izuku. 'The best choice for now might just be to humor him. For my own sanity.'