T-R-O-U-B-L-E

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I eagerly peel off my itchy, cotton, neon-orange jumpsuit and put on my street clothes. A pair of men's jeans three sizes too big for me, a fitted, black tank top, and a hoodie that doubles as my belt. I burst out of the door and walk up to the front desk.

"My shit please." I say as I lean against the counter. The lady hastily slides over a wallet, barely working phone, and a lighter.

"Where the fuck are my keys?" I growl.

"Evidence." The lady says bluntly.

"How the fuck am I gonna get home? I don't have anyon-" I begin.

"Talk to the warden. He has plans." She motions towards his office. I grab my shit, roll my eyes, and stumble into his office.

"Aye Mr. K.C., where are my keys?" I ask him and choose to ignore the blonde in his office, but vaguely wonder if he's a new guard.

"Evidence. You won't get them back." He answers. "Take a seat." I obey and plop into the seat next to the boy. "This is the Y/n L/n we discussed." I raise an eyebrow at that statement and look at the blonde boy. Well I shouldn't say boy; he's a man. He looks angry and studying my features. He has spikey, sandy-blonde hair, squinty ruby eyes, he has tan, smooth skin, and a toned body.

"Who is this?" I ask.

"The pro hero Ground Zero." Mr. K.C. Answers.

"Why is he here?" I spit.

"A new program where we pair up young delinquents, like yourself, with young heroes. You haven't showed us that you can change your ways since you were eleven. Also, your recent gang activity has raised new red flags for us. You're 19, Y/n. It's not too late for you to change." The Warden lectures. I stare at him coldly.

"What if I don't want this?" I ask.

"You don't have a choice. You're stuck with him till your last six months are up or he decides you're too much for him to handle. You'll be wearing a monitor at all times and we'll be alerted if you're a hundred feet away from him." The Warden explains. I gawk at him.

"This isn't fucking real.." I groan.

~After a Few Hours of Releasing~

I step outside and take a deep breath. Finally.

"Dumbass. Let's go." The angry blonde started walking towards his car. I groan and follow him.

I have only known Katsuki Bakugo for a few hours, but I already know that he's annoying, arrogant, and I'm gonna fucking hate him.

"You're gonna lose that fucking attitude." He grumbles as we get into the car.

"Yes sir." I snort and put my feet on his dashboard.

"I SWEAR IM GON-" He begins but his phone goes off. He answers it while glaring at me. We never break eye contact as he grumbles answers back to the phone.

"Yeah, yeah. I understand." He listens then looks me up and down. "Like shit."

Was he talking about me? I'll knock his ass out.

"Ight. Bye." He hangs up and looks at me. "Get your feet off my car." He growls. I roll my eyes as I take my feet off the dashboard.

"Thank you." He grumbles.

"Mm." I grunt back and look out the window. I watch the palm trees rush past us as we drive towards the city. The sun was setting as more and more giant buildings appeared.

"So who are you?." Bakugo asks.

"Y/n L/n." I grumble.

"I know that. Do you have family? What do you do?" He asks.

"No." I answer.

"What do you mean no? No as in you don't have a family?" He asks.

"No as in I'm not answering you." I grumble.

"We're going to be together for a while we might as well be civilized with each other and stop acting like stuck up brats!" He yells.

"Last time I checked, you were the stuck up brat, pretty boy." I snarl.

He grits his teeth, gripping the steering wheel till his knuckles turn white, and speeding up. I turn to stare out the window. After another 20 minutes, we stop very harshly in the shopping district.

"Get out." He says as he steps out and slams the door. I copy his exact actions. "If you're gonna be seen with me, you can't look like that." He grumbles and holds open a door for me.

"What's wrong with how I- woah.." I step into the store. It's nothing like I have ever seen before. There must be millions of clothes here. They all look nice. It's not like any thrift shop I've ever seen.

"Tch. Mayu! She's here!" He announces.

My gaze softens as I lightly touch all the fabrics. They feel expensive..

"Oh. I can work with this!" A girl says while studying me. "Not a bad body at all. Sweetie come here."

Why not? I walk towards her and he grabs my face.

"She really is quite beautiful. I mean look at her skin. She's never had a pimple a day in her life. How'd you do that?" She asks.

"Well in prison, we have top-notch beauty products- fucking genetics. I don't know, bitch."

"I really don't see it, Mayu. Can you fix that damn mouth while you're at it?" He says while eyeing me.

"I really wish sir.. and about her look, it's the hair, but I can fix that." She says.

"Alright just do what you need to." He looks down at his phone.

~a few hours later~

"Alright here she is!" Mayu says proudly.

I'm in a black graphic tee tucked into a fitted, black and white, plaid skirt with black boots and complete with silver jewelry. My hair has been professionally cut and styled for the first time in my life. I can barely recognize myself.

"Good job. I'm starting to see what you were talking about earlier. Take her to pick out some more clothes. She'll need a few dresses; I have a ball in two days." He says.

"Yes sir." Mayu starts leading me towards another rack of clothes. I can get whatever I want..?

~Another Hour later~

"Alright is this it?" He asks, pulling out his credit card.

"Yes sir." Mayu says as she takes his card and checks us out.

Katsuki grabs the bags and rushes out. I follow close behind him. This is insanity.. all These clothes.. I wonder how much that costs. It's dark outside now. He puts the bags in the back as I read the sign for this book shop. I hear whistling from behind me and I quickly turn on my heels.

"Looking good. Why don't you come home with me?" An older man says to me.

"I'm 15." I say bluntly. His eyes widen, he blinks a few times, then quickly struts away. I hear Bakugo snorting.

"So your 15 now?" He says while catching his breath.

"Well I would've said I was lesbian, but something told me he was into that shit." I shrug and open the passenger side door.