itoshit

[itoshit]

He ponders your words, a gold brow quirking up in the process. “What are you on about?” Katsuki questions, almost making it sound like you didn’t have a point, but you clearly did.

Katsuki loves his job. He has worked hard for so many years for it, but his job is just that; a job. It isn’t someone he can confide in, it isn’t someone he can argue back and forth with over stupid shit, it isn’t someone who could love him on his good and bad days. No, it’s none of that, but you could be. You never get to see the little smiles that appear on his face when he watches you have an attitude with someone other than him, or the way he internally laughs when you say a joke that he claims isn’t funny, or the way your eyes light up when you are bragging about something that truly makes you happy. He never showed you his vulnerable side and he kicks his ass over it everyday. Being stone cold is what made him lose you and he never wants to do that again.

He wants you.

“Venice, look at me.” He states, his hand holding your chin so you are forced to meet his soft crimson eyes. “We both know I do give a damn about my reputation. That’s fuckin’ obvious, but it should also be obvious that I fuckin’ love you and want to be with you. The city can be rebuilt, my reputation can be fixed, everything can, but,” he lays his forehead against yours, “I still need to fix losing you. I can’t fix the past, but I sure as hell can fix the future.”

—Katsuki Bakugo

Slapping a hand against his forehead, I check his temperature with a frown. “Are you running a fever, Katsu?” I smile at my own joke, laughing when he shoves my hand away and mumbles he’s serious.

I’m a natural deflector, a veteran at switching the conversation topic— a skill I often used when I got nervous. And the way Katsuki’s speaking… definitely made me nervous. I’m not used to him being soft, as a matter of fact everything he was doing today had me confused. It’s just not like him to be this vulnerable and transparent, especially with me because we usually didn’t have to be. We fucked, fought and fucked again. Wasn’t much to be soft with when it came to us.

This new side to him is like whiplash for me. I don’t know how to approach him: jump in headfirst at the first sign of the love I’ve had for this stupid ass man possibly being requited, or just count this as closure dick and cut him off as I had been to seven days prior? And it surely doesn’t help that I’m overthinking shit. What if I jump in with him and things go back to the way they used to be? What if shit gets worse? Could I even handle the shit that came with being the public girlfriend of a top ten hero?

#✦; keyholder. #✦; katsuki. #hey moddy bae i missed u sm #i hope you’re well mwah <3 #i also moved blogs over @senkujpg if u wanna pick this up there #or just visit in general

[itoshit]

He already has your shampoo and your favorite body wash here since you came over so often he bought you some. “I’m sick of you always leaving or forgettin’ your shit so I bought you your own.” He grumbled the day you found them already in there.

Getting the shampoo, he lathers up your hair and massages your scalp, smiling down at you when you contently sigh as he makes you feel good. He lets you wash it out before putting your conditioner in then washing you with your favorite body wash on a wash cloth, starting with your back. He delivers gentle kisses on your damp skin that didn’t have soap, whispering little praises, “you’re so beautiful,” “that’s my pretty girl.”

You two are being vulnerable for once and maybe, just maybe, there is a chance for happily ever after. Can you two make this work?

Once you two are clean, he dries you off and hands you one of his t-shirts that will be big on you. He enjoyed seeing you in his clothing. He already took you downstairs with him to cuddle and watch television; a side to Katsuki that seemed foreign. He also seemed very lost in thought, very nervous and not as confident as he usually is.

C’mon, Katsuki. Just say it.

“So, Venice.” He finally asked once you two finished another episode of your favorite show. You gazed up at him, letting him know you have his attention. “Would you like to go on a date or some shit to like make,” he pauses trying to find the right word, but none come to mind, “this official?”

—Katsuki Bakugo

The episode of Succession mutes, Rome and Shiv’s bickering resembling ridiculous pantomiming as my attention squares solely on Katsuki and his question.

“You,” I say, pointing to him. “wanna go on a date with me?” My fingers turn inward to my chest.

“That’s what I just said, Venice,” he retorts smartly. I roll my eyes.

“Are you sure you wanna do that? Go on a date with the woman you acted out in public over?”

I ask, eyebrow raised. While I was never one to particularly care about what people said about me, it was kinda… important Katsuki remained well-liked. Favored by the media. It would be much harder for him to do hero work around the city if the city didn’t like him, and he’s way too prideful to do vigilante-centric hero work underground like Eraserhead does. He loved the spotlight way too much. And I know him well enough to know he was going to say some bullshit about how he didn’t care about that, even though deep down he loves his job to pieces.

So I had to be the voice of reason, per usual.

#✦; keyholder. #✦; katsuki. #he got meetings with his PR team backed up to next month after his lil stunts #and he talking about a date #sir this is not la la land!!!

[itoshit]

i thought passing judgement was wild but vee n katsuki on some other shit

#this won’t even supposed to happen #how i came for a cheque and get checked #i say scram n his brain receives it as stay #mfer does not budge won’t leave #me: katsuki we done #him: medium or well

[itoshit]

he heard bust the windows by jazmine sullivan and took that to heart

i thought passing judgement was wild but vee n katsuki on some other shit

#jazmine: I BUST THE WINDOWS- #katsuki: RUN THAT BACK!!!!!

[itoshit]

Those were the magic words. Please, Daddy. Gimme it replayed in his mind, sending signals straight to his cum filled cock. “Good girl.” He praises.

Like clockwork, his dick releases the cum into your dripping wet pussy. Your tight walls engulf every single sperm, milking every drop and then some. Katsuki pants, his body noticeably sweaty from how rough he was fucking you.

Cupping your face with his large calloused hand, he grazes his thumb over your cheekbone. He meets your eyes, seeing you are still a bit gone from the punishment and rough fucking.

“You still with me, baby?” He asked, an endearing side that was rare to see. He truly does love you. When you nod yes, he softly grins. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

—Katsuki Bakugo

“Mm-hmm,” I hum in agreement allowing him to take me to the bathroom resistance-free. I’m still clinging to him like a sloth, a sniff coming from me every once in a while as I slowly recalibrate. There’s a dull pain in my throat from all the crying and screaming that I know’ll be worse in the morning. There’s not much time to dwell on it though, gasping when Katsuki swings me in his arms like I weigh nothing. “Don’t drop me!” I shout, clutching onto him for dear life. He should warn somebody when he planned to do shit like that.

“Relax,” he retorts, rolling his eyes as he settles me in the tub, coming up from behind me and turning the faucets to the shower on; the warm water running over our bodies has me sighing, muscles relaxing under the steady stream of pressured water. It’s almost like a massage. Smiling contentedly, I lean back into Katsuki, my back pressing up against his chest.

#✦; keyholder. #✦; katsuki. #our soft era

[itoshit]

Katsuki smirked, loving the answer you provided him. As much as he loves correcting your smart mouth, he also enjoys when you his hardwork has paid off and he can see you totally submissive for a change.

“Good fuckin girl.” He praises, his teeth gritting as he thrust into your tighter walls more, “so fuckin’ good.” The veins in his erected cock twitched and his balls tighten, a mumbled moan pry through his lips as he throws his head back in pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, I’m about to cum.” He warns, thrusting harder to meet his high, sweat droplets forming on his big ass forehead. His nails dig deeper into your thighs, gaining support as pre-cum leaks from his sensitive tip into the depths of your tight pussy.

—Katsuki Bakugo

My ankles lock around him tighter, heels digging into his ass to make sure he can’t move. A complete 180° from what happened between us last week, but I’m on birth control this time, so we could be as reckless as we wanted. And I’m feeling pretty reckless.

I reach down and rub my clit, shuddering at the pressure on the wet, engorged bundle of nerves. I could feel orgasm number whatever creeping up on me, toes clenching into the sheets as I chase it. Biting down on my lip, I whimper, staring at Katsuki with hearts in my eyes. “Please cum,” I beg, choking on my breath when I arch my back and my nipples rub against his sweaty chest, the stimulation adding to the ball in my gut. “Please, Daddy. Gimme it.”

#✦; keyholder. #✦; katsuki. #LMFAOOOOO we back to square one boy have you not learned your lesson??!?!! #toxic dick really sumn else bc i was supposed to kill him

[itoshit]

“If you’re going to beg for fuckin’ more, fuckin’ take it without bitchin’.” Katsuki scolds, balls slapping you as you engulf all of him. Your pussy still tight, hugging his cock like it always does.

“So fuckin’ tight.” He groans, thrusting in and out of your weeping cunt, your cum making it so easy for him to do so. He never wants to leave your cunt. He forever wants to have this connection with you. It felt like heaven to him. Just having you near him did; whether that be sex or not.

When your eyes roll back in pleasure, your back arching, moans releasing from your gaping lips, he smirks. “Yeah, who makin’ you feel this good huh?”

—Katsuki Bakugo

“You are,” I moan back to him, hips rolling into him hungrily, eliciting a gasp from me when his pubic hairs tickle my overly sensitive clit. I smile loopy as his hands wrap around my throat, grip tightening as he asks me the million dollar question.

“Whose pussy is this?”

If he had asked me this earlier today, I would’ve said mine and asked him why he was asking me such a stupid ass question. I can’t find that smart answer here, the words slipping from my lips something that could remain true or fuel to add my embarrassment fire later.

“S’your pussy, Daddy!” I respond. “S’all yours. I swear, I fuckin’ swear!

#✦; keyholder. #✦; katsuki. #anything said in this bedroom will not be held against me in a court of law #that’s the dick that got me talking like that #y’all know i’m not like this usually #crazy men usually have crazy dick #megan thee stallion just scowling #can’t believe she lost one of her hot girls #i have failed you!!!

[itoshit]

He smirks at your begging, training you well. He takes a mental note, gazing at the vibrator he removes from your clit. “I’ll be saving you for next time,” he mentally states, setting it on a wash cloth so your juices don’t get on anything else. Releasing you from your restraints, he orders, “stay laying there so Daddy can make you feel good.” You do as your told since your body doesn’t have the strength to do anything else. Your body is numb and overstimulated; just like intended.

Katsuki removes any articles of clothing, his hard cock exposed as he looks at your soaked bottom half. His dick should slide in quite easily and it did once he aligned himself with you. “So fuckin’ wet, baby. God damn. You feel—fuck—so fuckin’ good.”

—Katsuki Bakugo

“Yes,” I chant as he fills me, just like I’ve been begging for. My legs wrap around his waist in my haze. “Yesyesyes!”

I cling all over him as he rocks into me, cumming unexpected after the second stroke. It was like I couldn’t stop. When I regained clarity I would be so embarrassed, but that was a problem for later. “Fuuuck, Daddy! More!”

I reach for my nipples, pinching them between my fingers as I giggle happily, positively cockdrunk and loving every second of it, smile wiping straight off my face when he thrusts back into me again, head just shy of my cervix. “D-deep!” I whine. “You’re so fuckin’ deep.”

#✦; keyholder. #✦; katsuki. #look at him! #he’s a yandere in tsundere’s clothing #this man planning to save the vibrator so he can do this shit again #i can’t believe him #‘just like intended’ #SIR?! #how am i gonna convince mina i hate this man’s guts now?

[itoshit]

Katsuki’s heart flutters at the cry for his name. He can’t help but enjoy the feeling he gets every time he enters the room to see you orgasming, calling his name. He loves corrupting your mind to depend on him, to want, to need only him. All of him loves it.

Coming in the last time, Katsuki examines the mess you made all over his bed, hearing your cries. His hard stance softens, seeing how desperately you need him. “Aw, has my pretty girl had enough?” He coo’s, examining your water filled eyes, puffy cheeks, and cries for him. All you can do is call to him.

“Shh, Daddy is here. You’re okay. Punishment is over.” He comforts, turning off the vibrator. “You’re so fuckin’ wet. We may not be able to sleep on the bed tonight.” He teases, his fingers ghosting over your swollen clit. He sees you cry and wince. “So swollen. My girl needs some cuddle hm?”

—Katsuki Bakugo

See sweet Katsuki is back as promised — mod

My clit is like a live bomb that can go off any time. And when Katsuki (barely) touches it, it detonates, sending me headfirst into my nth orgasm of the night, my head thrown back as I shake and tremble in his arms, sobbing dry at this point. “D-Daddy,” I say, head hitting the pillows as spit leaks onto it, tongue heavy and lolling out of my mouth from all the pleasure I’ve endured.

I should be dumb. Fucked out of my mind, so far out that not even aliens can reach me and I am, but I still had enough of my body down here on earth to know that I was missing something. Missing something vital.

My legs spread on instinct, still reaching for him with my restrained hands regardless of how my wrists burn when I stretch too far. “Wan’ you, Daddy. Please fuck me. Pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

#✦; keyholder. #✦; katsuki. #tw mindbreak #sweet katsuki borderline yandere if u squint #mfer want me to need him n shit #he’s a yandere in small font i’ve figured him out!

[itoshit]

Katsuki dig through his box of goodies, deciding what he wanted to do to you. His mind is switching between having sweet, passionate sex with you and fucking you like a whore. His mind can’t decide. His heart is talking too loud and ringing in his ears. He hates it all.

Deciding to go easy on you, he decided the punishment will be unsatisfying and satisfying all at once. Getting the rope, handcuffs, and vibrator, he directs for you to stand up with his simple hand command you learned. Putting the restraints to the bed post, he goes “lay down on your back.”

Guiding you to do so and handcuffing your arms to the bed. “This,” he pulls out a little vibrator from his sweatpants, smirking at your wide eyes, “yeah you know exactly what this is, don’t you?” He teases, turning it on the highest setting and opening your legs to position right on your clit. “You’re going to have this on you for about,” he pauses to check his watch, “an hour and half. I’ll come back to check on you periodically, sound good?”

—Katsuki Bakugo

As soon as the vibrator touches my clit, I’m thrashing, trying to run away from the pleasure but the handcuffs only yank me back in place. I thrash and kick my legs as Katsuki grins, his white teeth flashing in the dark the last thing I see before he’s walking out. “Katsu!” I cry out for him as heat quickly blooms in my abdomen, zaps of pleasure shooting through me faster than my brain can comprehend it.

I’m cumming before I know it, calves raising off the bed and back arched as I shriek, squeaking out Katsuki’s name the entire time, whimpering when the vibrator keeps going, mouth falling open as the second orgasm rises and falls over me fast. “K-katsuki!” I moan, slick already rubbing against the toy as I try to hump it, squeezing my legs together as if that’ll get the toy to slip down them, between my legs and right up my cunt where I needed to be stuffed the most. But the toy barely goes anywhere, landing right back on my clit whenever I attempt to move it.

Katsuki keeps his promise and checks in on me between my third, fourth, fifth, and sixth orgasms, only grinning whenever he sees my fucked out, teary face or hears my whiny voice begging for him. I lose count soon after that, brain only registering cum and Katsuki. Not much else.

I don’t know what number this is, but I know it feels different, my hypersensitive clit perceiving the pleasure differently than it had for the previous orgasms. It almost felt like… I had to pee. Getting worried, I try to warn Katsuki. “Kat-fuck- Katsuki! S-something’s different! Y-you need to, oh fuck ‘m cum- Oh!”

My words get locked within my throat, eyes shot up to my brows where they cross as my legs stiffen, clear liquid sloshing out on top and between the toy, sprinkling the sheets with squirt. I fall back on the bed in large gasps, zaps of aftershocks running through me so hard I tremor.

When Katsuki enters the room again, I’m dumber, and his name is completely different.

“Daddy!” I reach for him with grabby, handcuffed hands, apple of my cheeks wet with tears. “Daddy!”

#cw daddy kink #cw overstim #✦; keyholder. #✦; katsuki.

[itoshit]

“Damn right it won’t happen again.” Katsuki scoffs, his grip tightening even more and bringing you to your feet. He’s real anger is surfacing that he needs to let go before injuring your wind pipe.

“Got me lookin’ stupid and shit. Over your ass not knowing how to respond to a fuckin’ text. What kind of shit is that?” He rants, his crimson’s turning dark. “Get undressed and sit on the bed while I decide what the fuck I want to do to your sorry ass. Don’t keep me waiting.”

—Katsuki Bakugo

I do as he says, shedding my clothes with a sniffle. As much mouth as I usually had, I was secretly a crybaby, a side of my Katsuki always got to see when he got mean like this, his words so harsh they bring tears to my eyes.

I look at him when I’m all done, lips wobbling, tears glittering along my waterline and heart racing wondering what he’s going to do to me first. How long would he spend taking his anger out on me? What the fuck did he even have planned?

#✦; keyholder. #✦; katsuki. #mean!katsuki. #🥺 #bitch don’t talk to me like that before i cry on u

[itoshit]

Katsuki kisses your lips once more before pulling away for good, still keeping you caged in, though. His eyes turn a darker red now that he knows you are staying for good.

“Go to the bedroom,” he gruffly demands, nibbling your ear and harshly slapping your ass, “now.” The words and patterns you both know all too well. He cannot help but smile when you obey his orders, hot on your heels into the bedroom.

His hand flies to your neck, a collar he loves seeing on you. Leading you to your knees, he pays your head in approval, but keep his hand around your throat. “Y’know what you are getting punished for, correct?” He quizzes, a shock to you. Then it hit you. You completely ignored him and made a fool out of him. He isn’t showing it, but Katsuki is beyond pissed. Your body will feel it soon enough though. That is one thing that is for certain.

—Katsuki Bakugo

“For ignoring’ you,” I mumble, suddenly feeling small beneath his suffocating dominant energy. A gasp escapes me as the hand around my throat tightens, another shot of heat shooting straight to core, leaving me to clench around nothing. I look up at him through my lashes, hoping my doe eyes can get my punishment to lessen. Telling him he fucking deserved it wouldn’t work in my favor, even if it’s the truth. What I have to do, is plead.

“Sorry for ignorin’ you, Daddy. Won’t do it again,” I promise. Whether or not it’ll reign true is up to him, because if he does some bullshit again, I’ll just block him. Fuck an ignore.

#✦; keyholder. #✦; katsuki. #y’all see how men are?! #mans blew up my job #got me in the tabloids #but i’m getting punished for not answering his texts in seven days

[itoshit]

Katsuki continues kissing you, pouring his love and passion into your lips. He is not good with words. Never was and never will be, so this is the best he can do.

Holding your face firmly once he has had enough of your intoxicating lips, he lowly growls. “You’re not going anywhere, ya hear me? You’re staying right fuckin’ here.” He did not even give you an opportunity to argue or protest as he pushes in your cheeks to pucker your lips and kiss them some more. He just wants to forever taste your lips and for you to be forever his.

Please always stay.

—Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki’s kisses are all consuming; they suck up everything: your breath, your rationale, your sanity— anything they can get their hands on. And they’ve got a tight ass grip on me.

“Katsuki,” I pant against his lips after he finally lets me go to breathe. It’s like the only thing I can get myself to say right now is his fucking name. All of his confessions and his possessive words slowly working their way through my brain, trying to wire me to submit. I’m about to fight back, push him off and dash out the door when he pulls me back to him, squeezing my mouth until it opens and spitting directly on my tongue, heat shooting down my panties at the taste of him. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I swallow. Fuck me.

I slack in his arms, pliant and no longer putting up a fight as I cling to him, pulling him closer. I hate that we’re like this, fighting like idiots over shit we won’t remember later to fuck like rabbits. I hate the constant back and forth. I hate that I love him too.

#✦; keyholder. #✦; katsuki. #he said ‘ya hear me?’ and my clit answered wow that’s crazyyyyy

[itoshit]

Katsuki takes time to respond, still starring at you, his mine clearly everywhere else but here. Once he snaps out of it, he nods, walking into the kitchen to retrieve his check book and write a check. Not saying a word, he hands it to you. His eyes are clearly puffy from crying, but he is sure to hide that from you. He refuses to let you see him that way. That would damage what is left of his poor ego.

“Thank you, Katsuki.” You say, making your way to the door, but before you could fully step out, he grabs your wrist with his strong calloused hand, shoving you against the white door to close it and aggressively kiss your lips, only pulling away to say four magical words. “I love you, Venice.” He admits, not meaning to vomit the words out, but it was too late. They are already in your eardrums. Then he repeats it, caging you in and looking deeply in your eyes. “I fuckin’ love you.”

—Katsuki Bakugo

Both his kiss and his words fog my brain, making it hard to think, much less speak. The intensity in his eyes so strong there’s little room to doubt whether what he’s saying is true or not, yet my mind still finds space for skepticism. He what?

“Katsuki,” I mumble, lips tingling from the kiss, hands at his chest to try to push him away and clear my head. This wasn’t a position for thinking straight, especially when his scent is wafting through my nostrils, burnt caramel clouding my senses. “Katsuki, move.”

He does the opposite, pressing in closer until I’m practically sandwiched between him and the wall, and I’m getting dizzy. I try pushing against his chest but the fucker wouldn’t budge. “Kats-” is my attempt to speak, but his lips stop me before I can, slanting over my mouth in a nasty kiss that makes my knees tremble. I whimper in his mouth when his tongue enters mine, fingers reaching up to thread through his hair, tugging at the ash blond tresses.

So much for get in, get out.

#✦; keyholder. #✦; katsuki. #now why he gone say that rn?! can’t he see i’m tryna leave him!!!!!

[itoshit]

You shattered him, Venice.

The public has finally seen the broken side of Katsuki Bakugo. A side that no one has ever seen in their lifetime but the pro-hero Deku. That being said, the media went and ran with it. His rank started plummeting, the public began losing trust in him, and people started coming forward with horror stories in attempt to cancel him completely.

He did not care.

Katsuki laid in bed, starring at the ceiling. He knows the news is going insane from the ticking time bomb he has been. His publicist is already blowing up his phone, yelling nonsense to him. Sadly for them, he does not care. His chest felt like it was bleeding. No, it truly was. The man is completely broken. Emotions he didn’t even know he had for you came to the surface and he hated you for that. He hated that he cared for you in this way. The way he craved your existence in his, but he also hated you for being too much in his space. You might see the good side that Katsuki keeps behind closed doors. You might see him vulnerable.

A heavy knock on the front door breaks his thoughts. He isn’t expecting company. “Could it be her?” He thinks, his broken heart racing at the thought like he races down the stairs to the front door.

Opening the door, he reveals an angry you. “Venice,” he sighs, welcoming you in without saying so and closing the door behind you, standing in front of it with his arms crossed. Almost like he is guarding it. “What are you doing here?”

—Katsuki Bakugo

“Katsuki,” I reply cordially, ultimately deciding that’s the best course to take for a situation as complicated as ours. “We need to talk.”

I mirror his actions, leaning against his wall with my arms crossed. “It’s about my job. You kinda fucked up the place and they’re trying to make me pay for it which I think is a load of barnacles because I wasn’t there blowing out the windows.”

Katsuki scoffs. He fucking scoffs. “Of course that’s all you’re here for,” he mutters under his breath, but I catch it, rage filling my body as I do.

“Of course that’s all I’m fuckin’ here for, Katsuki! You made a fool out of me today! You demolished my work place! You sabotaged what was an innocent lunch between two coworkers! You’re always—” I cut myself off. I let myself get carried away even though I promised myself I wouldn’t. I sigh. “Listen. Today was shitty for the both of us, really shitty, and I know that you want nothing more than to see it end like I do. So just give me the money for the damages or pay it yourself and I’ll be out of your hair. Whoosh. Abracadabra,” I promise, waiting for his answer. He looks incredibly passive now that I look at him properly and why’s he staring at me like that?

#✦; keyholder. #✦; katsuki. #now why this man blocking the door?!! #sir that’s my escape i’m gonna need you to move after you hand me this cheque!!!

[itoshit]

nahoya n me.

#✦; vee up!—venoya/neni. #adrenaline junkies doing shit just to do it #that’s our brand

[itoshit]

The paparazzi swarmed the building, begging for answers from Katsuki. He had absolutely none to give. His heart is completely shattered. He does not understand what heartbreak feels like, but he imagines it feels something such as this.

An extreme pain in his chest as he sees the woman he adores drive away with some man she just recently met. Some man that is willing to give her more than he was ever willing to. That is what hurts the most. He truly has no one to blame but himself and it’s finally sinking in.

“Pro-Hero Dynamite, what do you have to say about the baby rumors?” A paparazzi woman questions, placing a thick black microphone in Katsuki’s face. He had nothing to say. The loud, obnoxious man — for once — didn’t have a word to say. Not to the press, not the disturbed crowd, not to anyone. For once, he was silence.

“She’s gone.” Is all he said, finally snapping out of his trance and making his way through the crowd to go to his home.

—Katsuki Bakugo

The car ride is… fucking awkward to say the least. Kenji’s quiet and I sure as hell wasn’t offering anything to fill the silence. I’m still so embarrassed from what just ensued between Katsuki and I to even start a conversation. Every time I want to, I just think about the fact that I lied to him about not knowing who Katsuki was in the first place shuts me up. Imagine my surprise when Kenji’s the first one to speak.

“So… you know pro-heroes?” he asks, tapping his fingers against his knees.

I grip the wheel tighter, imagine it’s Katsuki’s face. “Just a few. Pinky’s my best friend and I kinda met Dynamite and the others through her.” Speaking of which… I had to text Mina, ask her why the hell none of the Baku-squad came and got their leader before he self destructed today.

Kenji whistles lowly. “So technically you’re famous.”

I laugh aloud. “Not even close. They’re the lifesavers. I’m just the civilian friend that’s there to bake them cookies and make sure they’re not losing any limbs.”

“Still pretty cool. Knowing the people out there fighting villainy and making sure our world doesn’t completely go to shit, you know?”

“They’re still regular people at the end of the day. They just do… irregular shit,” I say with a shrug. I never downplay the kind of things Mina and the others do on the daily, but I also never forget that they’re just humans at the end of the day. Humans that want to make the world a better a place; humans that actually have the tools to make that happen.

Kenji goes quiet at that. And since the silence isn’t so awkward anymore, I don’t say anything else, driving up to our job, eyes squinted at the shattered windows in the break room. I don’t ask Kenji about it. He hasn’t been here long enough to know what’s what. I just walk up to our office with Yanagi behind me, shocked when the elevator opens and the boss is standing right there, looking frazzled but pissed off.

“Venice! So glad you’re back. Can we talk?”

He stalks off to his office without telling me what we would be talking about, so I follow behind him confused, eyes of my coworkers burning into me as we walk. Did the news break about my lunch date from hell already? Standing to the side awkwardly, watching as he closes the blinds— something he only does for private matters within the firm— my stomach sinks. What the hell was going on?

I barely sit down before I ask. “What’s this about?” I was never one for stalling when it came to bad news.

He sighs. “Well, Venice. Today, the company had a visitor that came to see you.” And with those words, I immediately check out, knowing exactly who was here to see me. Katsuki fucking Bakugo. Immediately, the culprit for the busted break room windows is known to me. Goddamn it.

I listen in horror as he relays everything Katsuki did on his rage-fueled rampage, and the longer he speaks, the worse it sounds. “Usually, for an incident like this, where the lives of the coworkers are at risk, we would fire the ones responsible on the spot. But since we’ve never had this incident, or any other incident from you, the board made a unanimous decision to keep you apart of our team.”

Relief fills me, although I don’t think that’s the reason why I’m not being fired. Just as the reason I’m here is Katsuki, the reason why I’m not being fired is also because of Katsuki. Imagine the bullshit that’ll follow this firm if they announce one of the top ten heroes acted the fool in one of their main branches? Katsuki’s PR team would eat them alive. Shit they dealt with their boss every day. They swim with sharks and eat like them too.

“What we’re going to have to do,” my boss continues. “is take the cost of the damages out of your paycheck.”

I sit up quickly. Not firing me is one thing. Playing with my money? Something else entirely. “Pardon me?” He repeats himself but I shake my head abruptly. “Not to sound ungrateful or anything, but why aren’t you sending the bill to Dynamite’s office? He’s the one who blew up the windows, not me.”

“With all due respect, Venice, Dynamite came here for you. He destroyed the break room looking for you. This route is honestly a slap on the wrist for an infraction this large. Do you understand the kind of harm you’ve put your coworkers in?”

I clench my jaw, refraining from snapping that I didn’t fucking ask Katsuki to run up in here like he owned the place. But I keep my mouth shut, agreeing to the terms I clearly didn’t fucking agree with and going back to my desk, ignoring everybody’s stares as I return to my work. I work in silent rage up until closing time, and I’m the first one to storm out, closing the elevator door before Hattori could enter, wanting nothing to do with the old bitch after hearing from Susumu’s loud gossip (that he clearly wanted me to overhear) that she was the one to snitch on me. I walk to my car alone, hopping in and starting it without so much as a goodbye to anybody. Kenji included.

Instead of driving home, I speed a route I know all too well, the press of my foot on the gas so hard it’s a miracle I don’t crash before I reach the familiar driveway. Staring at Katsuki’s house from behind my windshield, I prep myself with deep breaths.

This shouldn’t be hard. All I was going to do was knock, tell him he had to pay for the shit he did at my job, make sure he writes the check and leave. Go in, get the money, get out. It shouldn’t be hard at all.

#✦; keyholder. #✦; katsuki. #yeah mf come pay what you OWE