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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Original_Character(s), Bakugou_Katsuki/Original_Female
      Character(s)
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku, Todoroki_Shouto, Kirishima_Eijirou,
      Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead, Yagi_Toshinori_|_All_Might, Mika_Kobayashi
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Yakuza, Blood_and_Gore, Violence, Knives, Terf_Wars,
      Obsessive_Behavior, bakugou's_pretty_fucked_in_the_head, Dead_Dove:_Do
      Not_Eat, Bullying, like_really_fucking_bad_bullying, Past_Child_Abuse
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      Published: 2018-03-05 Chapters: 2/? Words: 1431
****** the city ******
by Anonymous
Summary
     bakugou katsuki always gets what he wants, no matter how
     unreasonable, no matter how morally incorrect.
     the universe molds itself for him.
     --
     self indulgent yakuza!bakugou au.
Notes
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***** intro *****
Chapter Notes
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“Please,” The man begs. Tears and blood dripped to the warehouse floor in a
puddle. “I-I don’t know anything more t-than what I’ve told y--” He’s cut off
with another kick to the stomach, unable to protect himself as his hands
remained bound behind his back. The best he can do is curl up and attempt not
to vomit. He doesn’t even dare to look up, not wanting to meet the eyes of the
person looming above him.


Bakugou Katsuki glares down at the body beneath him, red irises feasting upon
the man’s apparent suffering. He squats and pulls the other up by the back of
his shirt, whispering into his ear. “You don’t know a damn fucking thing, huh?”
Lips twisted in a maniacal grin, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his
butterfly knife. The unlucky victim makes the mistake of opening his eyes, only
to wail once he caught a glimpse of  The Black Dahlia  knife, appropriately
named after the same grizzly murder that the Yakuza leader had a keen obsession
with. “Guess I’ll have to fuckin’ kill ya.”
 

 Before another word can be said, Bakugou digs the knife right into the man’s
lower abdomen. The blade swiftly glides through the skin and muscle, travelling
the circumference of his waist. Bits of intestine spill out. The man is choking
on his own blood, convulsing in Bakugou’s grip. More cuts are made until the
sickeningly satisfying  splat  of the man’s lower half detaching from his upper
half and falling on the ground echoes within the room’s walls.
 
 
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“Please,” The student begs. He makes puppy dog eyes at his classmate, hoping to
sway her somehow. “It’s a really nice coffee shop, and the district isn’t as
dangerous as people say! I mean, I’m still alive and well!” Though his words
seem innocent enough, his intentions are dark, plans concocted by the rest of
his class with the goal of causing nothing but trouble. But the girl in front
of him is too meek to be able to tell.


Mika Kobayashi bites her bottom lip. Her fingers subconsciously grip onto her
skirt, eyes flitting around rapidly. She can feel the judging stare from above
her already, but her mind debates on whether or not there’s malice behind the
invitation or if she’s just imagining it. Anxiety wells up in her, mind reeling
with all the possibilities of what could happen, while her heart swells with
happiness from the fact that she was finally being talked to.


After a full minute, Mika lifts her head and nods, a soft smile playing on her
lips. “I’ll check it out when I have the time.” Is the simple reply she gives.
She then returns to her book, sinking back into her small fantasy world to let
her heart rate slow down. If she had paid attention a bit longer she would’ve
seen and heard her classmates smirk and snicker at her for taking the bait.


“Does she know who owns that district?”


“She’ll find out when her guts get ripped the fuck out.”







Chapter End Notes
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***** how they meet *****
Their worlds collide two weeks later on a fateful autumn night.
 
 
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Mika lets out a soft sigh as her cold hands wrap around her fifth warm cup of
hot chocolate of the week. She brings it to her mouth and sips it, the creamy
foam getting on her upper lip. She lets the hot liquid heat up her insides,
smiling as she cleans her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Ah, Akashi-san was
right… This is good… I have to thank him later.”


 
The coffee shop is warm and cozy, lights dim but just bright enough for her to
read. The glass window provides a beautiful view of the dusk sky and orange
leaves floating to the ground. She thinks there can’t be anything more perfect
than this.



 
Oblivious to her surroundings, she buries her nose into her newest book and
tunes out the world.



 
The coffee shop employees glance at her worriedly, but say nothing. Perhaps if
they did, they could’ve prevented something. They knew better than to ever let
a new person linger but, instead, chose to stand and watch like cowards as
Bakugou Katsuki himself walked into the little cafe with no care in the world.



 
Mika doesn’t even lift her head.


 
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Bakugou glances around and sits down two tables away. He doesn’t notice the new
girl, at least not yet.



 
One of the waitresses, Suzuki, thinks of warning Mika. She would say,  young
girl, please leave, and never return here. Go back to your own district and
save yourself. Stop coming here.  But she can’t find the courage to, especially
when red eyes stare at her intensely. She’s trembling in her shoes but meets
the harsh glance with one just as harsh. “The usual.” Bakugou says gruffly,
before pulling out his phone.



 
Suzuki goes into the kitchen and comes back with a cup of espresso with a shot
of Hennessy. Her eyes flicker to Mika momentarily, silently begging for the
poor girl to leave before  he  notices.  Please leave, for the love of all that
is holy.


 
 
Bakugou mumbles out something under his breath. Just his voice alone is enough
to make Suzuki’s skin crawl with fear. She skitters away from the Yakuza
leader, but not before screaming internally after seeing a gun holster attached
to his pants.



 
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“Fucking get on it, useless half and half.” Bakugou hisses into his phone and
taking a gulp of his drink. “I don’t care if you have to keep reviving him.
Electrocute him till he either gives us info or gets his brain fucking fried.”



 
Anger simmers beneath his skin, barely contained as he hangs up and slams his
phone onto the wooden coffee table. This was supposed to be his day off. If
only his subordinates weren’t so fucking useless. Useless, useless, useless. If
he was superhuman, he would’ve taken the entire goddamn country himself without
anyone’s help. But he had to start with Tokyo for now, at the very least.



 
He had over half the city rolling in his palm, either in admiration or fear. He
loved the control, he loved knowing he had so many people willing to get on
their knees because their lives were in his hands and could get crushed at his
simple command. But he loved knowing he could spare them as well.



 
One of the ways he kept this district in check was by making sure there weren’t
any outsiders lingering for too long.


 
So when he spots  the same girl that had been roaming  his  home district for
almost a week,  his instincts go haywire.



 
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When Mika looks up from her book, it’s evening and the cafe is empty. “Oh!” She
stands up abruptly, chair squeaking loudly. “Gosh, I didn’t even notice it was
dark…” Teeth dig into her bottom lip as she quickly gathers her things.


 
The coffee shop employees, especially Suzuki, watch silently as Mika walks out.


 
They can only pray he takes mercy on her.



 
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The train station is only fifteen minutes away by foot, and Mika enjoys
walking, so she decides to do so. Her bag is slung over her shoulder, torso
wrapped in a warm coat with a scarf around her neck. Her breath comes out in
soft puffs, walking in a steady rhythm of  left, right, left, right,  chanting
in her head.



 
She looks forward to her little apartment with her little bed and a warm bowl
of miso soup.



 
The streets are strangely quiet this time around. There’s still the distant
sounds and lights from the rest of Tokyo, but it’s more quiet here than Mika
remembers it being. Just hours ago, the streets were alive with children
playing and cars passing by, but now it’s just…



 
Maybe it’s just a bit late,  she rationalizes. The silence is different, but
peaceful. She kind of enjoys it, but continues walking. All she wants is to go
home and enjoy the rest of her weekend.



 
Headlights appear from behind her, and she pays no mind to it. She expects it
to simply go past her, but is filled with confusion as it stops right beside
her. Glancing briefly at it, she chooses to ignore it until she realizes it’s
slowly following her as she walks.


 
“Uh…” Mika stops walking, turning towards the car. “H-hello?” She tries to peer
into the tinted windows but sees nothing but a reflection of herself and the
streetlight above her.


 
The driver’s window rolls down, revealing spiky blonde hair and crimson eyes.
“Hey there, angel face. Need a ride?”


End Notes
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