"What do you like so much about me anyway?"

"Hmmm.." You paused for a moment, then said, "It's the sheer amount of power and confidence dripping from your eyes.." you cooed as you began to stroke Bakugou's face from his cheekbone. You stopped at his chin and held your hand there as the two of you shared coy, little grins.

"Honestly I'm surprised you don't have a harem of girls running around you at all times.."

"That's more of a 'Shoto' thing. Even after all this time he still has a damn fan club."

Your smirk grew, "You jealous?"

"Hell no.." his eyes lowered as he looked into your own glowing pupils. He switched his gaze to your lips and saw how soft and light they looked stretched into a smile, "I think I'm alright right where I am.."

"Good." You shoved both of your hands on his chest and pushed with all of your weight in order to make Bakugou prone and lay him horizontally on the bed. It took a lot, you weren't gonna lie, but after hearing the satisfied thunk of his body hitting the bed, you crawled right over and straddled his waist. Your legs on either side of him, you stood over him as confident and cocky as ever.

Bakugou had to blink and look at you in his dark and unlit bedroom. He could see you perfectly fine since his eyes adjusted, but your darkened silhouette took him for a spin, especially after being shoved down like a rag doll. And he was much heavier and more built than you were. Bakugou exhaled a small noise of slight astonishment as he stared at you.

Pushing hair from your face as you leaned down to stare right back, you said, "Problem?"

"Yeah." Bakugou rebutted, his smirk returning as his hands began to itch to move, "Yeah I do have a problem."

You gasped out of fright when you felt Bakugou's hands grip at your waist. In a fluid motion that was somewhat resembling a wrestling move, Bakugou flipped you over and rolled so your positions changed. He towered over you now, his hips locked with yours, and flat on the bed. You curled your toes in excitement.

Pleased with the noise you made and the expression you had on your face, Bakugou chuckled, "There." He lowered his voice into a growl, "That's better.."

His lips burned against the skin of your neck after you accepted his answer. The tips of his blond mane of hair tickled against your cheeks and your nose as they poked you. With that feeling, and along with his invisible stubble on his jaw, you were being tortured in the best way possible. You let out a little noise that was half sigh and half giggle. It urged a harmless moan from Bakugou himself.

"Teddy Bear.." his grumble of a whisper traveled smoothly into your ears and somehow went into your heart. It panged for Bakugou and his words made you turn your head in his direction. The nickname made your insides churn and burn with an unknown but pleasant feeling.

"Hmmm?" You hummed back in reply.

Bakugou backed his head away in order to look back into your eyes. Inches away, and shivering with anticipation, he longingly looked at you. As if you were about to be taken away. His gaze stuck itself into your own until you were staring like two lovebirds across the room. Except in this case you were inches apart.

Your eyes...Bakugou thought. Pretty things. He would admit that. They sparkled and shined as bright as a gem whenever you laughed..or whenever you landed a good hit against him in a fight. He didn't want to blink, but he did. He noticed you looked away for a second, so he said what he was going to say, "You're such a dumb ass.."

You snorted in his face and rested your head on the bed in order to continue to laugh, "Do you ever have anything intelligent to say?"

That's what he wanted. Bakugou broke into a big, shit-eating grin as he leaned over and watched you laugh. He listened to the dulcet tones of your giggles and happiness, and it was contagious. He started to chuckle as well. "Nothing that your little pea brain could comprehend, honey."

Honey..gosh that just about had the same effect as 'Teddy Bear'. Your laughs quieted and you tilted your head back up to meet Bakugou's gaze once more. You stared him down while still smiling, the both of you, and then flicked your chin upwards in a beckoning motion before you opened your mouth to say, "Kiss me."

Gladly, Bakugou thought the millisecond before he obliged. You'd felt his mouth a hundred times before, in multiple places,  but you figured out then that your favorite place for it to be was on your own. After the initial kiss, you wrapped yourself around the more muscular young man. The heat of his own tongue burst into your mouth, and that's when you felt yourself melt away into the night. 

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**the day after***

With a quick glance behind you, you expertly slid around the corner into an alleyway. It was only one of many ways to your hideout. There weren't many people traveling on these streets at this time of day anyway. The alley was empty, and at the very far end of it where older buildings rested, was the back door of your designated meeting place with Dabi. 

The alley was silent. Peacefully so. After taking the last few steps toward the door, you found your arm coming up and your hand touching at your neck. The tips of your fingers grazed over your collarbone that was slightly tender. You felt the bruises, knowing full well Dabi would call them bruises from the fight but know all too well that they were hickies. You wore civilian clothes for the time being; a dark v-neck and some jeans. The plunging v-neck showed off how rough of a night you had, but you also had a few cuts healing on your face. So, who's to say what really happened last night? Pushing your hair over your shoulder, you unlocked and opened the warehouse door and made a beeline for the cellar door.

Once you reached the cellar door, you pulled it open and descended down the cement stairs. The light was turned on, and you heard a man shout in pain shortly after a sound of a strong punch. You felt the heat wash over your body as soon as you came fully down the stairs. Sure enough, there was Dabi. No flames this time. He stood over a man in a chair who was restrained. He was readying another punch before he stopped, glancing at you behind his shoulder, "Nice of you to join the party."

"Are you done yet?" The man in the chair prodded. 

A snide little chuckle left your lips as you approached the two of them, "You heard Dabi, bird brain. The party just started.."

Upon seeing you, the man in the chair smirked. His lip was busted so it bled, and stung a lot, "I guess it did.."

You stood next to Dabi, arms crossed as you observed the captive. You looked him up and down and saw that Dabi was holding back. He was only slightly bruised and bleeding. There weren't any burns whatsoever.

"Did you capture him all by yourself Dabi?" You shot him a glance.

Dabi shrugged casually after cracking his knuckles, "Sure did. He was dumb enough to fall into one of my traps."

"You've got to be one sick person to use an innocent civilian as a 'trap', Dabi." The prisoner said this with the same smug grin he had when he saw you. His demeanor was so casual it was almost scary. 

You narrowed your eyes, returning his grin, "The great Pro Hero Hawks just couldn't resist helping out a poor teenage girl hmm?"

Hawks's wings twitched angrily under their restraints. Dabi and yourself learned early that they were his biggest weapons, so thankfully Dabi tied those up as well. His grin fell off of his face and tightened into a thin line. His eyes lowered into a glowering stare right at you. That comment irked him, you knew it. The reaction your words had on him burned something in you that brought out your sinister side. It was having power over someone who also had power that was equal or greater than yours..it was like a high, and oh had you missed it.

Smiling evilly, you took a step closer to Hawks and leaned down to meet his eyes. Hands on your hips, you said,"You Heroes get so worked up over saving civilians..you should 'lighten' up a little.." At the word 'lighten' you purred and plucked the golden pilot visor off of Hawks's eyes, tossing them aside like they were nothing. Hawks gave you no reaction.

Dabi made a small 'hmph' noise, then said, "I've been trying to get him to spill about Aizawa's location, but he hasn't been broken yet.."

"Oh really?" You said without breaking eye contact with Hawks. After blinking like a doe-eyed girl at the Hero, you then trailed your line of sight down his neck and then his chest. Hawks was wearing his usual Pro Hero outfit. A blacktop that clung to his body with a warm looking pilot jacket on his shoulders. "I'll bet I can make you squawk.."

Hawks watched as you leaned in closer, his eyes drifting to your cleavage now that was very prominent in your v-neck. He swallowed, but his uncomfortable demeanor slid away. His eyes were on your lips now. A shit-eating grin came back to his mouth.

He said, "You have a rough night, kid?" He mumbled since the two of you were so close you could've kissed. His eyes kept deviously darting from your cleavage to your eyes. The rasp in his voice gave you some pause, so you stared at him dumbly as he spoke, "Looks like that Hero boyfriend of yours wasn't too careful now was he?"

Your blood boiled, but you'd be damned if you let this snarky asshole know that he caused your anger. Instead, you kept your grin glued on and shook your head, "I know it's kind of your 'thing', Hawks.." You paused to lean up and reach over to grab a few of the red plumage that stuck out from the middle of Hawk's back. You took three exactly, swiping them from one of his wings and crushed them in your fist as Hawks yelled in pain. His pretty face winced and scrunched itself into a clenching and teeth-baring grimace as you stood with his precious feathers in your hand, "But I would keep your mouth shut unless you're answering our questions.."

You tossed the broken red feathers to Dabi, and as Hawks was catching his breath, Dabi caught the feathers and burned them with ease in a blue flame. They disappeared instantly.

Gritting his teeth, Hawks turned his snarl into a big and cocky smile, "God you're feisty..that almost hurt me.." You watched as his piercing, bird-like eyes washed over your body like he was eyeing a piece of meat. His gaze froze you to your spot, making you blush. "I wonder what else you can do, Cyclone?"

You crossed your arms over your chest, inadvertently pushing your breasts up, "You'll find out if you keep crowing, dumb ass.."

Hawks enjoyed your banter very much. He rolled his shoulders and his neck in pleasure and chuckled in the warmest and pleasant way possible, "The bird puns..very cute. Haven't heard that before...Does it make you feel better? Considering your blushing and frustrated.."

How did he even have any clue about Bakugou? Unless it slipped Bakugou's mouth..but that was highly unlikely. Damn near impossible. Was it...Dabi? Why would he have told Hawks that? Why would you even come up in an interrogation between Hawks and Dabi? You had to be overthinking.

Brushing off your tingling body and your red face, you leaned back down to Hawk's level, which pleased him greatly. While you talked he ogled your boobs with a cheeky smile.

"Does this like..work with everyone? The pointless flirting and charming words?"

He snickered, "So you admit I'm charming?"

"A charming pain in my ass.." You whispered, breaking your friendly and pleasant expression to a darker, more dangerous one. Your words hissed and slithered like a snake sliding on ice. 

"You know you're into me.." He mumbled. You stayed silent, entertaining his little attempt to get himself free," I'm already tied up babe.." his rasp reminded you slightly of Bakugou's, except his was more smooth and had a flow to it. He was practiced and experienced with this kind of thing. He used his words to get into and to get out of a lot of situations, you suspected. "I just have to wonder what else are you gonna do to me hmm?" The air that left his mouth brushed against your own. You hated to admit it but it left your whole body in a fit of shivers. Hawks's eyes drifted back down to your collarbone again and a slit of pink poked from his lips to lick them, "From your neck, I can tell you like it rough-"

A wad of spit hit him right on his cheek, catching him slightly off guard. You reared yourself away from him, a stoic and maddened, knitted expression on your face. Keeping your hands at your side, you clenched them into tight fists. While you stepped away and after Hawks realized what had just happened, he started to laugh.

"Damn! You really are a dirty girl, aren't you? " He purred, his voice flowing like sweet music from his lips to your ears.

"I'm done with him." You said plainly, glaring at Dabi as you turned on your heel and headed to another room. Away from Hawks. 

"You don't want to help me torture him?" Dabi said while igniting his hand, looking after you as you disappeared from the room.

Hawks shook his head to see if he could shake some of the spit off of his face. His wings shook under the restraints, his feathers ruffling loudly like a peacock's, "You're gonna miss out on all the fun kid!"

Dabi launched a left hook for Hawks's eye now that his visor was gone, leaving a crunch and a big bruise behind on his chiseled face.

As you left the room you began to see flashes of Hawk's slender, lithe body, and what you had imagined being his naked torso behind your eyes. You placed a hand over your face and rubbed at them as if that would erase what your mind conjured up. The images were soon replaced with ones of Bakugou. A body you were much more familiar with. You stood in the middle of the room that contained a few weapons and desks filled with paperwork, along with a small fridge. The cement walls that surrounded you were a perfect canvas to stare into and daydream about a body that belonged to a certain Hero you loved. That was not Hawks. He wished. You snorted at the thought but then came back to the train of Bakugou. You remembered earlier that day that you waked up after he left. As usual. He always got up insanely early. And he never said goodbye. So this morning wasn't different than any other.

Except..it was. You said 'I love you'. You said 'I love you' like an idiot. He didn't say it back either! Why would he? You two fought damn near every time you met, and you even threw a few punches at each other! Although..it was the best night of sex you ever had with him. The room was blissfully warm and you remember feeling hot and numb but extremely sensitive at the same time. Your heart began to pound at the memory of it. 

But thinking about it was pointless. The next time you were going to meet it would all turn out the same. You both would fight using fists and Quirks and yell and shout at each other until you either got away or he caught you. You were so reckless and stupid! Why him? Why Bakugou? A Pro Hero? Ground Zero? He could never love you, he never said it. But somehow you convinced yourself you felt it..and that's why you knew the feelings couldn't just go away.

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The streets had been oddly quiet, especially in the evenings. Bakugou had agreed to patrol with Midoriya, this time. The spike in crime had only gotten worse, and Bakugou couldn't help but think it was partly his fault. More so your fault, but Bakugou certainly was helping. He was sleeping with you instead of imprisoning you, for Christ's sake!

Only a few cars had passed in the streets. They would speed up, then come to a slow halt at a stoplight. Almost no one was walking the sidewalks where Deku decided to patrol. Whether that was because people were scared or not, no one knew. Bakugou, meanwhile, took to get a higher vantage point. He walked and gazed down from the tops of buildings, using his height to get a clearer view of the streets. Being up this high, he couldn't help but think of you. A few nights ago ran through his head in a quick blur. As he pushed himself off of one building and on to the next, the image of your hair blowing across your shoulders from both of your quirks played over and over in his head. It blurred his vision for a second, so he grunted and shook his head mid-flight as if that was the best way to stop thinking about you. You truly were a poison in his heart. The worst distraction he could've ever had. One he truly couldn't stop thinking about.

When his feet landed onto the next building, a breeze blew across his face and brushed his hair back. The movement of the wind caused Ground Zero to freeze in his place. It felt like you. Like you were touching him, or like he was being touched by your quirk. With how many encounters the two of your shared, Bakugou was beginning to tell the difference between a regular gust of air and the air that came from your quirk. You had the power to be gentle, sure, your air disguised as a simple breeze in the wind. But you also had the power to tear power lines down with your air manipulation. Bakugou remembered how he felt some kind of admiration when he found out more about your quirk, even more so when the two of you were in private.

"No." Bakugou shoved the air that was not yours helplessly, swatting at it like a bug. He snarled at nothing, clenching his fists, "I can't keep doing this. I can't afford to be.." his words trailed off as his eyes caught sight of his clenched fist. He softened up and stared at his hand, now forgetting exactly what he was going to say. His vision unfocused, and then Bakugou began to daydream while looking at his hand.

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"Don't let it get to your head, but you're super fucking hot-" Bakugou breathed, the smirk still painted on his face from your fight earlier.

"Oh?" You chuckled while your hands found the bottom of his Hero uniform top. You began to pull it off of him while you continued, "Did I just hear the famous Pro Hero, Ground Zero himself compliment me? A villain?" You said with a condescending tone and a proud, pouting expression.

Once his top was off, Bakugou's throat made a low, rumbling noise in his throat that you figured out to be a growl, a noise he consistently made whether he was annoyed, getting ready for a fight, or just confirming something. It was a regular thing in Katsuki Bakugou's vocabulary.

"Yeah, like I said-" Bakugou then returned the favor and placed his hands on your abdomen to pull off your own top, "Don't let it get to your head..and don't tell anybody."

He tossed your top aside, and when it was out of his hands, you pounced on him and pressed his rock of a body against the wall next to his front door. You made sure both of your groins were pressed together, and your hands gripped his broad shoulders, "Hmm.." You hummed and grinned like a cat who saw a bird, "You gonna make me?" You eyed his lips.

Bakugou's body was insanely hot in temperature, and every nerve in his body was pulsing and aching to be touching you, to be kissing you or doing anything else other than standing here and let you take the lead. What you just said set off a switch in Bakugou that nearly made him go feral. He growled and cupped your ass but only after he smacked it. Your reaction of a short gasp pleased him greatly. The growl that erupted from his throat curled its way out of his mouth and vibrated your very own body just from hearing it. Both of your bodies were screaming to touch and explore each other, but both of your brains wanted to test to see how much it would take for the other to break.

Ground Zero squeezed your ass gleefully, snickering as a little kid would. His voice even cracked, and your heart did a few hundred cartwheels for multiple reasons, "I just might.."

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"You see anything suspicious Kaachan?" Deku's voice chimed from the earpiece connected to Bakugou's ears. 

"Ungh.." Bakugou groaned, placing a finger on the earpiece as he stared at the moonlit sky now, "No. Nothing. And you?"

Deku made a similar, disgruntled noise, only more gentle, "No. It's too quiet. Do you think they quit and gave up?"

"No way. The League is up to something. Something big. They have to be." He muttered, turning his gaze now at the street where Deku was walking on. All he saw was his comrade's darkened figure being lit by street lights as he passed peacefully under them.

"And we still haven't heard anything from Aizawa-sensei.."

"Hmmph-" Bakugou huffed a short breath. He was thrown back into reality thanks to Deku. It was for the best though.

Ignoring his throbbing heart and equally throbbing head, Bakugou stared and focused instead on the city horizon. All he saw was lights and the tops of buildings. There were hardly any people in sight. This patrol seemed pointless, honestly. 

"You're sure this is even where they've been seen?" Bakugou spoke into his headset, eyes still locked on the urban horizon night sky while the breeze started to come back and crawled relentlessly onto his skin. This time he didn't feel repulsed. He relaxed his tensed up muscles and let the wind glide across his skin. He wasn't sure why.

"It's where Shoto's told me he's seen them, and I trust Shoto," Deku said with stern finality.

"Hmmph-" Bakugou grunted once again.

After another short pause from both of the Pro Heroes, Midoriya said, "Kaa-chan. Are you okay?"

Immediately, Bakugou stiffened right up, snarling at the headset on his ear, because that was the closest thing to snarling at Deku, "I'm fine! Just frustrated about this whole damn situation. We've been out here for hours and haven't seen a goddamn thing!" He raised his voice without even realizing it. He began to feel his blood burn and in turn his fingertips. They sparkled and cracked like an oil-covered pan on the stove. Behind his eyes, all he could see was you smiling. It was a simple smile, not even a grand one. It was just a little one where you just lightly stretched your lips, enough to make a small dimple form. 

"I know, believe me. I am too. I just wondered if there was something else on your mind..you've just seemed like you've been on another world lately, and it's really not like you-"

Bakugou didn't yell but he was pretty damn close to yelling, "Shut up!" He cut Deku off, "I told you I'm fine, dumbass."

Deku came up with an answer he knew was wrong for Bakugou but he said it anyway to ease his comrade up and to end the talking point, "Is it because of Aizawa?"

With a small breath, Bakugou closed his eyes and shut everything out, trying to flush away his anger and any sign of you in his psyche, "Yeah." 

None of the two young men brought it up again, but Midoriya wasn't stupid. Especially when it came to Bakugou. He grew up with him, nearly spent every minute of his life with him. He knew him inside and out. He knew a lot about most of the Heroes that ever existed, but if there was one person he knew everything about, it was Katsuki Bakugou. And he knew there was something else going on with him that he refused to talk about. This fact was enough to scare Midoriya to not ask about it for a long while.

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As you sat by yourself in the surveillance room, it was hard not to focus on the one thing you didn't want to focus on. Of course, it was Bakugou. 

You looked away from one of the monitors for just a second to trace your fingers along with the markings Bakugou's mouth had left on your skin. It still felt hot. Bakugou didn't burn you, not intentionally anyway, not in the bedroom. But every time after a night in bed with him you always felt warm to the touch. Maybe that was just because you were thinking about him though.

You sighed and gazed once more at the set of monitors in front of you. You switched guard shifts with Twice, who said the whole district was dead and quiet for the most part. What he failed to mention was there was a pair of Hero's patrolling the area.

Your heart stopped abruptly when you saw the familiar and loud figure of Bakugou gliding and jumping across building tops with the help of his quirk, and Midoriya running along behind him on the streets below. They were a blur of green and orange running across the screen but you were positive it was them. You waited for a moment and looked at another monitor just to confirm it was them, and sure enough, it was. The duo stopped and appeared to look around for a moment and started to talk to each other through headsets.

"D...Dabi-" Your voice cracked in its low volume. You started to panic because you saw they were getting close to your warehouse. "Shigaraki!" You called out louder to Shigaraki and looked over your shoulder to see if anyone was even near you. You saw no one at the door and no one in the hall behind it, "Twice! Toga!" You shouted now, turning completely in your chair but keeping your head inclined towards the monitor to keep an eye on Bakugou and Deku. If they found you here that would be it. Two of The Big Three against an off guard League of Villains.? That would be hard to get out of.

"Y/N?" Toga answered you first, but you heard Dabi's footsteps come closer and closer until they stopped at the doorframe.

Dabi said, "What is it?"

You kept your eyes on Bakugou, who was staring out at the horizon. And from where the camera was located on the street, he was looking in the direction of the warehouse. Sure, it was dark and secluded in an alleyway amongst a plethora of other empty warehouses, but they were getting way too close for comfort.

"Deku and Bakugou are here.." You said with a tremble in your voice. Your heart was racing now. The man you said 'I love you' too was just a few blocks away and ready to attack. He wouldn't hesitate this time to take drastic measures with you and your friends. He had thrown you into jail multiple times, which was nothing. But they must've found out about Hawks' kidnapping which led them to this part of town. You looked to Dabi after tearing your eyes away from the firm look on Bakugou's face, "Where is Hawks?"

He answered swiftly, inclining his head out the doorway, "He's out cold. He has been for a while."

You met his eyes and took a breath, "Good.." you nodded and glanced back over your shoulder. 

As you looked back at the monitor, Dabi saw every bit of angst and pain you were feeling looking at the screen. It was really fucked that the two of you were polar opposite sides. Although Dabi did tell you to stop fucking around with him or else you would get hurt. And here you were. 

Despite that, he felt sorry for you. He knew how you felt about him, even though he was a grade-A asshole of a Pro Hero. He didn't understand completely, but he wasn't totally heartless.

Dabi approached you as you turned around and watched with a lot of anxiety as Deku and Ground Zero made their way in the direction of the warehouses. You choked on words as your brain was trying to wrap itself around the situation and your conflicting feelings. Your body began to feel even hotter, "What..what do we do?"