I was always told, never show your fear in this city, or it'll used against your favour. The police were never safe, you couldn't trust your doctor anymore, because now they were known for occasionally murdering patients who just happened to be low in the food chain. Hell, don't even think of going to the dentist, your mouth was the most sensitive part of your body, especially your teeth.

The only way that anyone would do their job carefully and properly, was with a gun to their head.

Thats what it felt like. A gun to my head. Not physically, but as we both stopped mid stride, I felt my breath leave me.

"Why didn't you want to come back to me?"

I didn't have an answer or an excuse. Perhaps it was the fact he stole a kiss from me. Or murdered hundreds of people without a second glance. It was likely that it was the fact I was being stolen away. Again. This whole chess game was really starting to piss me off. I felt like a pawn piece, sent out only with the initiative to be stolen away first.

But the confused, yet longing expression the vicious gang lord was giving me, made me question myself.

"I-" I paused, my mouth stuck on my next word. Was I really going to apologize to him? After everything? My life was just dandy without all this chaos suddenly interupting my life. A frown formed on ny features as I turned my gaze to the pavement, an idea brewing in my mind.

There was a certain chance I would regret this.

Pressing my foot firmly to the ground, I stepped forwards, giving the best glare I could conjure up.

"Because I keep getting moved around like a sack of damn potatoes. I don't understand why any of this is happening to me!" I gave a huff, taking another step forwards, having to look up to glare at the taller, surprised ashen blonde.

"I feel like a pawn in a stupid game of chess, having my life dictated like I can't think for myself. I'm in pain. I just want everything to go back to normal." I crossed my arms over my chest, looking down and to the right, preferring not to look at the male any longer.

"You fucking-" both my shoulders suddenly held a heavy weight, hands slamming doan on them. The face of Bakugou got close to mine, a heated look in his eyes.

"-look, you're pissy, I fucking get it. But you're in the center of this shitshow, so get used to it." He threw his hands up in exasperation, running them through his hair. "Hell, I don't know whats fucking wrong with me! I should've killed you when you slapped me! Twice! I should've shot you, blasted you to the moon. Hell, crucified you or something! But I didn't! And that's what I don't fucking get!" He took a step back and turned to the side, crimson orbs gazing at nothing in particular.

"I don't understand why I'm feeling this way, but I am. So, don't think you're the only one going through some weird shit, okay?" He added, surprisingly in a softer tone. He glanced back at me and clicked his tongue. Turning back to the direction we were walking, he sighed and started to walk.

"C'mon. This old hag doesn't like working late."

***

As soon as we made it to the hospital, everyone stopped whatever they were doing to stare with a surprised expression. He tisked, striding up to the reception desk, with my dragging behind him awkwardly.

"Get me that old bitch, now!" He yelled, startling the receptionists, who nodded quickly and stood up to dash somewhere else. He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he turned and leaned backwards on the desk.

Did I forget to mention that Bakugou and his associates own the hospital? And the police force?

As well as a few other things, this man was in control of many vital systems in this city. It was odd considering he was quite young, 24 or so. So if anyone around here were crazy enough to not follow his instruction down to the T, they'll be fired and could quite possibly meet with a bullet or so.

Todoroki and his gang also owned vital services as well, like the military, the firefighters and such. Another powerful entity with many connections. It was frightening at times to think about the power these men held in the palms of their hands. Scary stuff.

I glanced to the side to see a little old lady wearing a long pink and white dress with a yellow viser covering her eyes, as they were barely opened. She hobbled towards us while leaning on a cane in the shape of a syringe. Her lips were curled into a frown.

"You're lucky you caught me, I was just about to leave, Bakugou." The tone in her voice seemed to obviously hold resentment for the male. He pushed himself from the counter and clicked hid tongue, brushing off the demeanour of the smaller female.

"Yeah, whatever hag. Just heal her and I'll gladly get the fuck out of here." He scoffed, nudging ne with his elbow. She seemed to pause and stare at me, surprise on her features.

"Oh my, did he hurt you sweetie?" She asked, her voice filled with concern and kindness. I gave a small smile, shaking my head.

"No ma'am. Something else, rather." I explain politely. She hummed a sigh, sagging her shoulders.

"You are to good for him sweetheart. Come with me deary." She turned around and started to make her way down the pristine hallway. I followed her with Bakugou besides me, scowling at the lady. She abruptly stopped and glanced over her shoulder, her features hardened.

"Not you, boy." She growled, turning back around and walking to, what I can only assume to be, her office. Before Bakugou could argue, I offered him a smile along with a wave before tagging along with the grey haired old lady. We made it to her room, with her closing the door.

"That boy... I don't understand him at all." She mumbled, sighing as she jumped up and sat on her seat. "How did you get roped in with him, dear? You seem far to good for him." She asked, curiosity peeking her tone. I gave a sour laugh, sitting down on the white bed besides her.

"I wasn't exactly given too much of an option, you see." I explain, staring at the floor with an agitated stare.

"Oh you poor thing. I wish he could find some chivalry and treat you properly. Anyways, what fo you need healing?" She asked, zoning into her professional mode. I swiftly took off my leather jacket and revealing the back of my shirt, drenched in a horrid red liquid. The smaller lady gave a gasp.

"Oh my... what could have done this to you..?" She asked, further examining my wound. I shrugged, playing with the zip of the jacket.

"I'm not too sure. Something called a 'Nomu', I believe." I replied absently. I flinched as a kissing sound came from behind me, as well as a sudden warmth. I felt the pain suddenly subside, but then I felt incredibly drowsy.

"You may need to sleep, but don't worry, you're in good hands, dear. I'll make sure that angry boy doesn't disturb you." That was the last thing I heard before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.

---Bakugou's POV---

Fucking old hag. How long was she going to take?! God, I would've taken her back and patched her up my-fucking-self. Fuck, but that cut was bad, she really did need the old hag.

Since when the hell did I care about anyone else?

I paused, elbows on my knees and my chin cupped with my hands as I sat on a shitty chair. I glanced to the closed door the duo strolled into. Growling, my hands went to my hair, tugging at the blonde strands. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Bakugou." I whipped my head around to see Recovery bitch standing in the doorway to her office, carefully closing the door. I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest, scoffing.

"So, she dead or what?" I ask lazily, walking towards the fragile old lady. I easily towered over her, but didn't dare to actually show it to her.

After all, her cane was actually a gun, believe it or not. Fucking hell, old bitch had tricks, I could give her that.

"She's really deserves better... She's sleeping right now, do not disrupt her." It was more of a threat then advice, I would ignore it either way. This was my fucking hospital anyway.

Fucking hell, bitch I AM the law.

"Yeah, whatever." I brushed past her, making a B line to the room. I shoved open the door and closed it again, staring into the darkness. I fumbled around for a light switch, muttering curses under my breath. I found it and switched the lights on, wincing at the harsh white light.

I looked over to the bed to see that little dumbass, all cosy in bed and shit. I walked over and sat in the chair besides the bed, leaning on my knees and I looked her over. When she wasn't scared or being stupid, she looked... okay? Fuck. I don't know. Pretty? Decent? She looked peaceful for once.

I brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, her skin unbelievably soft. I gave a crooked smile, grazing my fingers over her cheek. A laugh escaped my lips, then another. She definitely wouldn't like me doing this, but I didn't give a fuck.

It felt good. Maybe even... right.