So won't you say my name, say my name?
If you claim you want me, it aint no game?
You're acting kind of shady, ain't been really calling me baby.
You could stop playing games, playing games.
I know you saying "hit my line", I'm on your mind.
And you want this bad, so I'm cool with that.
I'm just trying to match your words with your actions.
I need more than satisfaction, are you really about that action?

- Playing Games x Summer Walker

*Several Months Later*

"What are we doing, Katsuki?" I asked, pulling my clothes on. I turn seeing him ruffle through his hair, putting his hero costume back on.

"We're putting clothes on to go back to work." He says smartly, fixing his belt onto his hips, his gauntles sitting in the corner of the room.

"Thats not what I meant, dickface." I mumble, throwing my jacket on. We've been messing around for months and at this point, I couldn't keep denying my feelings for this man. Everytime we've had sex, I'd have to tell myself it was exactly that. But then he'd caress my skin, kiss my body and hold me like. I was – only his and no one else's. He'd talk to me about things that bothered him, communicated his frustrations, new things he wanted to try. He'd spend time with me. If this was just sex, none of that would be happening.

I feel his arms wrap around my waist, his lips kissing that sweet spot on my neck he'd always go to. I sighed into his touch.

"We're two people in their prime, who enjoys having sex with one another." He says before moving away to pick up files and papers he'd slapped off his office desk just an hour earlier.

"And that's it?" I ask, looking over my shoulder at him.

"Pretty much." He says. "Look, if you've met someone and want to see how that goes, it's perfectly fine for you to do that." He didn't even bother to look at me– and for the life of me, I didn't know why that angered me. I scoff, snatching up my bag and slinging it over my shoulder, storming to the door. Just as I placed my hand on the knob, Kirishima opened the door, smiling down with surprise evident in his eyes, I would've smiled back, but I wasn't in the mood to smile back, continuing to storm out.

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"What'd you do to Y/N, Bakugo?" He asked shutting the door behind him.

"Nothing." I shrug, organizing my files on my desk.

"I dunno man, she looked pretty upset." He says again.

"'S'not my problem." I say. "We're not in a relationship, so I don't see how I did or said anything to piss her off."

Kirishima rolls his eyes, sticking his hands in his pockets. "You're an idiot, Katsuki." He says under his breath.

"Excuse me?" I frown, glaring up at him.

"Nothing." He sighs out. "Anyway, Deku needs back up. Shoto is meeting us there."

I nod, the both of us leaving towards the location Deku had given us. It wasn't that I didn't want to be with Y/N, because I did, I just didn't want her to think she couldn't have options. We'd been messing around for months. Sleeping over each other's homes, running together, bar hoping with the others and leaving together. We'd stay up late after great sex, talking to one another. She had a quirk, she can manipulate elements into weapons– Earth, wind, fire, water, lightening. She could level an entire city if she wanted to. She was my hell raiser– hell, she could beat my ass if she wanted to. God, she's amazing. My fucking nose was wide open for her. Her skin, those beautiful fucking eyes. The way her body feels against my own.

God, she was everything I wanted.

But what we had was just sex, that's all it ever was going to be– just sex.

*A month later*

"Hey you awesome nerds!" Her voice made my heart skip a beat. I haven't seen or heard from her in a month. She'd ditch us every weekend, not giving Mina a reason other than saying she was busy. Either that or Mina was just telling me that.

My eyes turn up to her and my heart stops.

Fuck, she's beautiful..

Smiling and skin glowing ever so beautifully.

Fuck.

But she wasn't alone. Right by her side, holding her waist like he was hers was some dude. I felt my body heat as my anger rised. I took in a deep breath, quickly looking away and turning up my glass.

"Y/N! You made it!" Jirou grins as they both sit across from me. She didn't even look my way, and that angered me even more.

"Yeah, I wanted you guys to meet Makaio." She says removing her bag and setting it on the table, still not even sparing me a glance.

Makaio?
His fucking name is Makaio?
Fucking loser.

I find myself rolling my eyes, sucking my teeth in the process. Why the fuck she bring him along? She goes around the booth introducing him to the others, her eyes finally landing on me. She even looked at me differently.

"And that's Katsu." My name rolled off her tongue differently. Like I've never laid in her bed. As if she'd never ran through my house on ocassions, fresh out the shower while I chased her, towel snapping her ass, legs and thighs. Almost as if we've never laid in silence, in the afterglow of an intense orgasm. She stared at me as if I was never something to her.

I scoff, cutting my eyes away from them and turning my glass up once again, swishing the liquor in my mouth before swallowing.

Fuck...

And hour. They've been here an hour and it was starting to piss me the fuck off. I've been downing my drinks like it's water, refusing to talk anymore. I hated how he touched her like she was his, how he'd kiss her neck– in my fucking spot–– like it was his. Everything he did sickened me to my core.

"Are you alright, Kacchan?" Deku asked leaning over to me. "You're literally fuming."

"I'm fine." I bit out, taking a gulp of my drink. Deku pursed his lips together, his eyes flashing in worry.

I stand, walking away and out the bar into the cool air. I look down at my hands, burning and glowing red, I flex my fingers, small firework explosions popping off as I clentch and unclentch my jaw.

This is so fucking stupid.
I told her I'd be fine.
So why am I not okay?

"Now do you feel like talking?" Kirishima's voice made my head snap up, he and Deku making their way towards me making me frown.

"I'm fine." I growl, shaking my hands.

"No, you're not." Kirishima sighs. "Bakugo what happened?"

"Nothing." I mumble, stabbing my hands into my pockets.

"You really are a horrible liar." He says.

"Kacchan, you know you can talk to us, right?" Deku says softly, which pissed me off even more.

"Fuck off, both of you." I say.

"Bakugo, A-are you.......jealous?" Kirishima raised an eyebrow.

"Fuck no!" I growl. "Fuck the both of them."

"So you are–"

"Shut the fuck up Shitty Hair," I grit. "Or I'll put you through a fucking wall, I swear to god."

"Unbreakable dude." He grins.

"All the more reason." I say stepping closer to him.

"Look bud, my quirk doesn't make me a punching bag." Kirishima sighs. "So calm down, take a step back and let's try this again."

I turn away from the both of them, my hands clentching at my sides. Why'd they come here, why didn't they just leave me the fuck alone like I wanted?

"Just, leave me alone." I grit out.

"That's a stupid idea." Kirishima sighed heavily, pissing me the fuck off.

"If being here is making you sigh so fucking much, then go back to Mina and her stupid friend and her friend's stupid boyfriend." I say turning to them.

Deku and Kirishima exchange glances before Kirishima closed is eyes and cross his arms, heaving another sigh.

"Bakugo you can't even be mad–" Before he could even finish his sentence, my palm was in his face and I was sending him straight through the wall opposite of the back entrance of the bar we were in.

"Kacchan!" Deku yelped as I dusted my hands off, listening to Kirishima cough from the impact, his quirk deactivating as he stands, ruffling the dubris of the brick from his hair.

"Not cool, man." He says dusting his clothes off.

"I warned you." I growl.

I've already accepted the fact that I may have fucked up telling her I was fine, knowing deep down inside I truly wouldn't be. I didn't expect her to flaunt him in my fucking face– yeah, that's what pissed me off. No, everything was pissing me off.

"Then get your girl, Katsuki." Kirishima says, adjusting his clothes and swiping the dirt from his shirt.

"She's not my girl, Shitty Hair." I say ready to put him through the wall again.

"Uh, She won't be if you don't tell her you're into her, Kacchan." Deku says.

"You wanna go through a wall too you damned nerd?" I growl, glaring at Deku.

"Tsk, Kacchan." Deku's eyes darken as if he was taunting me. "You couldn't handle me at 20%, do you really think you can put me through a wall at 100%?"

I step forward, grabbing his shirt and jerking him forward. "Wanna test that then?"

"Stop it, Kacchan." Deku smacks my hand away effortlessly, not even flinching. "You're too grown to be throwing a tantrum cause you fucked up."

"Excuse me?!" I snap.

"Fuck, Midoriya." Kirishima breathes out with a small smirk on his face.

"We aren't kids anymore, Kacchan." Deku says. "You can't just use Kirishima and I as punching bags just cause you're angry. We're your friends, here to talk to you, not get thrown into walls so you can blow off steam and pretend nothing ever happened. Grow up, and take responsiblity Kacchan."

I squint my eyes, wanting to throw Deku into the same wall as I did Kirishima. Both of our reaction times were quick, before I could get Deku into the wall, he'd flipped us around, slamming me into the wall. The impact alone knocked the wind out of me. My arm clasped behind my back by one of Deku's hands, the other holding my head against the wall as I glare at him from over my shoulder.

"Are you done, Kacchan?" Deku raises an eyebrow as Kirishima sighs once more.

"I dunno Deku, am I?" I say, my hand he held back setting off an eplosion just as he kicked me to the ground. We both fall.

"Are the both of you done yet?" Kirishima asked, squatting between the both of us. He looks at Deku who was sitting up, cross legged on the ground. He dusts his shoulders off before nodding, then the both of them looked towards me.

"Tch." I turn my head. "I haven't talked to her in a month, what makes you think she'd talk to me now that she's got her weak ass boyfriend?"

"Ei, you know more than I do." Deku says looking over at him. Kirishima sighs and rubs the back of his neck before looking at me. We all stand to our feet.

"Alright dude." He says, a certain look in his eyes letting me know that whatever he was going to say, I obviously wasn't suppose to know.

So she has been talking to Mina.
And of course dating Mina, she told Kirishima to talk to me.
It was all coming together.

"You still have a chance, she's mad at you– especially for not trying to reach out to her, so I know she still cares." He says. "She's been seeing him for about a few weeks. I've met him already prior to this and he seems really cool, just lacks a personality."

I sigh out, runnig my fingers through my hair as I start pacing the area. Back and forth, back and forth.

"What'd you say when I wasn't sure about asking Mina out?" Kirishima asked, gripping my shoulders to stop me from pacing. We lock eyes and he nods knowingly.

"You can't put a scratch on me, Kirishima." I say flatly, remembering that I did tell him I'd beat his ass and drag her to his house, just to make sure he told her.

He chuckles. "Sure man, but rules still apply here."

"You're not scared, are you Kacchan?" Deku's smug tone sounded from behind me, pissing me the fuck off.

Send him through a wall Katsuki

"Hello no!" I growl.

"Then breathe– deep breath– and go get your girl." Kirishima brings me back to reality. "You're Katsuki Bakugo, and he always gets what he wants."

"Well–"

"Shut up–Not not Midoriya." Kirishima quickly cut Deku off. They share a glance before they both look back at me once more. "Bakugo, you can do this. Use that charm you give your fans to your advantage. If you swept her off her feet this long it wouldn't take much to do it again."

I nod, looking at the ground, feeling my hands sweat. A few explosions pop off before I wipe my hands on my pants.

"Who knew a girl could make Kacchan so nervous." Deku chuckles as we turn to head back into the bar.

"Shut the fuck up, Deku." I growl.

He chuckles and throws his hands up in surrender. "Sorry, Sorry!" He says quickly with a nervous smile, just like when we were kids at U.A. He looked like he really knew I'd kick his ass. I smirk before shoving his shoulder in a brotherly way before he returned the smile back to me.