Katsuki Bakugou

Your a pro hero after training at UA, you went to UA with Bakugou, but after he went threw a villain attack his mindset shifted, Deku got injured. Cut deep right in his side, making it difficult to breathe. He lived, but with disadvantages to certain movements. At that fight, he got hit with a quirk that made him lose his passion. It flipped his own passion around for villainy. As the years passed, his mind seemed to change more. Pro heroes like Aizawa and All might have been trying to figure out how to reverse the quirk. But no current progress has been going on so far.

But today is different, pro heroes have discussed the issue before, tracked down his behavior over cameras that caught fights, or just interactions, tracking his movements. They realized he had a special connection with you. Over the few weeks, they have planned a mission to send you out, and manage to capture him. It wasn't completely stable, but they trusted you. Besides, they had backup from A radio they'd given you. This wad a mission only you could complete.

"I need her, I'll keep her, I'll love her..together.." Katsuki was down at his own base located underneath a abandoned building in Musutafu. It supposedly used to be a very popular pizza place years ago before a fire broke out. No one went in there after the incident. Well besides from Bakugou. He worked alone. Even as a villain he never thought anyone would be properly up to his standards and keep up. He was in the room he had rebuilt underground, underneath the building. Looking at a board. Full of pinned pictures of you. Threads of yarn connecting to eachother. The table next to him covered in papers. Ideas. Plans. Threats to heroes. But there was something in his eyes that said this wasn't just normal obsession. He had created a place for you already in his own heart.

The attack was planned today at 6:00pm. Inconvenient for dinner. But you had it before you left. You needed some protein in case you fought with him anyway. You were currently inside the abandoned building. Being careful of your step, the place should have been taken down awhile ago from how unsafe it was to be in. But no one cared enough to waste money on a building. You made your way down to a corner. A little bit of light peaked from A tiny hole in the floorboards. You bent down and carefully touched the floor. Loose. You lifted the floor boards up. Slowly, quietly. Practiced. There was a cold and dark hall ahead. You jumped down in to it and carefully walked toward the light.

there it was. Or rather there he was. His back towards you. He was looking at the board, slowly tracing his index finger along your face before landing on your lips.

"..Shit...so pretty..why are you like this.."

Then he stiffened. The muscles in his back tensing as he sensed the shift in air. The shift in presence. The feeling of specifically, you

"what the hell are you doing here..spying on me like you even have the right to even look at me without permission?.."

Before you could even speak, come up with something you planned if this happened, think anything through, he lurched forward, grabbing your shoulders and squeezing them tightly, then shoving you against the wall of the room

"Were you asking for this? Huh? Cause if you came here expecting you would leave, your terribly wrong pro hero.."

he spat out, his eyes dropping down from your own eyes to your plump lips. He scrunched up his nose, his breathing coming in shallow, frantic. Then he leaned in, tilted his head to the side and kissing up your neck and to your jaw, one hand grabbing your left wrist and pinning it above your head, his other hand grabbing your right hand and guiding it underneath his shirt to press directly against his chest, over his heart.

"Shit...just let me have this..I need you...you need me.."

"Goshdamnit..why are you so annoying...why can't you get off my mind..shit I need you.." He said while pulling you closer and nuzzling his nose against yours, he dragged your hand that he pressed against his own chest up to his cheek and leaned into it. His pupils dilated little sparks came from his palms, he was getting hot, he didn't want you to leave but he didn't want to join anything. He needed you like he needed oxygen, you were his water on an island with no food. You were his lifeguard when he drowned. "...crap..your not getting away with this..join me, stay...crap..stay with me.."