Chapter 39 - She's Busy

A voice echoed in Y/N's head; the same voice that had been giving constant updates throughout the mission. "All For One has been apprehended!"

They had done it.

It had been a grueling fight; the execution of the plan had taken 3 hours total, and they'd been in active combat for most of it. Y/N's muscles were screaming at her. It had been a long time since she'd pushed herself that far, but she'd loved every single second of it. She was back on the field, and for the first time in a long while, she felt powerful again.

She was Whirlwind again. It was an addicting sensation. She'd missed it.

Y/N spotted Uraraka and Deku amongst the crowd of heroes, pushing her way through to reach the familiar faces. When they saw her they both gave her a proud smile and rushed to meet her.

"You were incredible, Y/N! You were all, fwooom! shwish! whaaaa!" Deku cried, mimicking the moves she had performed. "Your quirk is amazing!"

"Are you kidding? You're the one who took down, like, 20 villains at once!" Y/N gushed. "It was insane!" She turned to Uraraka, pointing at her suit. "The wings! Do you like them? Did they–"

Uraraka squealed. "I loved them! I've never been able to move around like that before, I felt unstoppable!" She threw her hands up in the air, and Deku looked at her with an expression that could only be described as pure love.

Someone tackled her in a hug from behind, and she knew immediately who it was. "You killed it out there, Red Riot," she said, turning around and slapping Kirishima on the shoulder.

He positively beamed at her. "Not so bad yourself, Miss Whirlwind," he said. "Very manly."

Across the room, Y/N noticed Hawks, a small smile on his face when they locked eyes. Y/N let herself smile back. Hawks looked around before making his way over to her.

"You did great out there, Whirlwind. Like always," he said, his arms folded across his chest. "Good to see you back on the field."

"It feels good to be back on the field," she admitted, looking down at her gloves. "Didn't think I'd miss it this much."

An awkward silence passed between them before he spoke. "You can come back, you know."

Y/N looked up at him, not knowing what to say.

"If it were up to me, I never would have let you go. Hawks Agency will always have a place for you if you want it."

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Bakugou was waiting in the front room of the precinct, nervous with anticipation. They were going to be returning soon. He was going to see all of his friends again... and Y/N. He didn't like that they had seen him while he was weak, that he couldn't join them in their fight. He should've been there. He should've been there to protect them... protect her.

He knew she didn't need him to protect her anymore, but that instinct was difficult to shake off.

Other officers and officials were waiting in the room with him, talking excitedly amongst themselves. The plan had worked and there were only a few minor injuries. The chief of the department had prepared a feast in celebration, complete with drinks and music. It didn't look much like a police department anymore, but more like a middle school dance. It made Bakugou nauseous.

He'd said no to a glass a punch, but someone had handed him one anyway, and now he was holding it awkwardly in the corner of the room. He'd gotten changed earlier. It felt nice to be out of those shitty medical scrubs. The only remaining evidence that he had been injured was a bandage on his cheek. It made him itch.

The doors flew open and Bakugou whipped his head around to see.

A crowd of heroes made their way through the doors, all of them laughing and cheering with each other in victory. He recognized his classmates, along with several pros: Endeavor, Mt. Lady, Midnight, Aizawa (who was holding Eri), Gunhead, and Hawks. He frowned at Hawks.

It took him a moment, but he finally spotted her. Y/N was chatting enthusiastically with Mirio. They were beaming at each other, clearly excited about whatever the topic was. Her helmet was under her arm, as usual, and her cheeks were flushed from the physical exertion of the fight. It was the first time he'd seen her wear her costume in person. His throat felt tight.

When she turned and locked eyes with him, her breath caught in her chest. He was okay. She said something to Mirio before pushing her way through to Bakugou, him doing the same to reach her.

"You're--" she started, but before she could finish, his hands grabbed the sides of her face, examining her.

"Are you hurt?" He demanded. He inspected her face for injuries before grabbing her shoulders and checking her body.

"Bakugou, stop! I'm fine!" She said, a laugh fighting it's way out of her throat. She grabbed his wrists to stop him. "And you're fine too, thank god. You dumb motherfucker, had to go and get yourself shot--"

"I'm fucking fine, it barely hurt."

"You damn liar!" She shouted, a smile still on her face. She couldn't help herself. Seeing him again was making her heart pound and her brain go fuzzy. "You were almost dead on the back of my bike!"

He didn't say anything. He only smirked at her, enjoying the feeling of her hands on his wrists. She let go with one hand, her fingers brushing the bandage on his cheek. "You got pretty fucked up, huh?"

He wanted to move in, close the space between them, hold her tight against him; but the presence of so many around him stopped him. Since when was he so self conscious? They locked eyes again as her hand cupped his cheek, making his stomach erupt with butterflies. He felt like a teenager boy. His hands ached with the need to touch her.

"WHIRLWIND!"

The shout made Y/N pull away, and Bakugou immediately hated whoever had caused her to stop touching him.

The two of them turned, and Inasa Yoarashi was dashing towards them at full speed. It would've scared the shit out of him if he didn't already know the guy.

"The hell are you doing here?" Bakugou grumbled, upset at being interrupted.

"I'm here to make an introduction to the number 3 American hero!" He bellowed, his hands on his hips as he puffed out his chest. He grabbed Y/N's hand and kissed it before beaming up at her, making Bakugou growl lowly. "Miss Y/N, it is an absolute honor to meet you! I've been studying your forms for years! Your passion is intoxicating!"

Y/N looked alarmed. "Studying my forms?"

"Allow me to introduce myself," he said, standing up straight again. "I am Inasa Yoarashi! I have a whirlwind quirk as well," he said, producing a small gust of wind in his hand. "I've admired you for ages! Watching your success in America inspired me!" He bellowed, his voice only getting louder the longer he spoke.

Y/N laughed. "Well thanks, Yoarashi, that's... very flattering," she said, a small blush blooming on her cheeks.

He made her blush? Bakugou thought, absolutely fuming at this point.

"Please, call me Inasa! I would be honored to meet up with you soon and learn from each other!"

"She's busy," Bakugou said, grabbing Y/N's hand.

She looked up at him in shock, but he was too busy giving Inasa a murderous look to notice.

Y/N laughed nervously. "Uh, sure, let's meet up some time." She pulled Bakugou away, worried he was going to blow Inasa into bits.

Bakugou didn't regret it. He would've done it again in a heartbeat.

Y/N yanked him into a different room, slamming the door behind them and letting go of his hand. It looked like a lecture hall-- there were tables scattered about and chairs stacked in the corners. The room was mostly dark, save for a few windows on the opposite wall.

"What the hell was that about?" she demanded, glaring up at him.

"Calm down. You're overreacting," he grumbled, crossing his arms and looking away from her.

"I'm overreacting? Wanna explain what that was back there?" she questioned, stepping closer. "What the hell did he do wrong? We have the same quirk, it--"

"Sure, he wanted to meet up. He wanted to get in your pants, Tinkerbell," he hissed at her.

"We just met! How do you know he wants to get into my pants?"

"EVERYBODY wants to get in your pants, Y/N! You're just fucking blind!"

Y/N scoffed at him. "Why do you care if somebody wants to get in my pants?!" she yelled at him, throwing her hands up.

Bakugou's body was moving before he could even decide against it. He stepped towards her, grabbing the sides of her face with his bandaged hands and pulling her in, pushing his lips against hers.

A million fireworks went off in his brain as he held her against him.

He pulled back, panting, locking eyes with her. His lips tingled from the contact. She gasped against his mouth, unable to look away. Feeling her breath against him only made his hunger worse. His body was radiating heat, and the look he was giving her was pure want. Bakugou's pupils were dark with desire, his lips parted as the silence in the room grew louder. Both of their bodies were pounding, hearts racing, faces flushed.

Y/N gave in, pushing her lips against him again.

The drunk kiss was nothing compared to this. Bakugou pushed her against the door, pinning her against it as his lips moved against hers. Y/N let out a soft moan, and Bakugou ran his tongue against her bottom lip before going back in for more. Her sounds were delicious, sending jolts down his body and only making him crave more.

Her taste was intoxicating. The need for her was only growing, reaching dangerous territory. His control over himself was slipping. His hands drifted lower, gripping her hips now and pulling her into him. The longer his lips explored hers, the more he wanted. He needed more than a kiss. He needed to touch her, make her beg for him, make her scream his name. The power he felt every time she let out one of those adorable noises sent chills down his spine.

Everything was building, building, building, and he couldn't stop it. Y/N's lips were too delectable for him to pull away. He had lost full control over his needs and he loved it.

He pressed his hips against hers, and the noise she made at that almost made him moan outright. He was throbbing and the desperation for friction was only growing. He really needed more. He was sure he was going to explode if he didn't get it, and then--

A knock on the door. "Y/N? Are you in there?" It was Deku.

A growl rumbled in Bakugou's chest. "She's busy--" he tried to snap, but Y/N slapped her hand over his mouth.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a sec!" she called, but her voice was quaking as she did so. He smirked at her shaking figure, proud to have reduced her to a desperate mess. The famous hero was putty in his arms. He wanted to do more so badly, but Y/N was already hurrying out the door.

Part of him was worried that he had just fucked up everything, but the other part of him-- lower on his body-- was aching too heavily for him to care. He had finally done something about that suffocating need to touch her.

And he was much too satisfied to be upset with himself.