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To Love’s End, Part 2

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Summary: When love isn’t enough to mold fate together. Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader Warning: angst, fluff Word Count: ~3k Playlist: Interlude by Brillion

Quirkless AU! Feudal Japan AU!

In a far away palace, King Shigaraki (AFO) and his soldiers are gathered in the hall for a meeting.

The loss of General Dabi was a hard hit for King Shigaraki and his plans to overthrow King Sasaki. Dabi had always managed to recruit new soldiers and was revered as one of King Shigaraki’s best lord. Dabi always knew what to say to get poor countrymen who were not happy with King Sasaki’s rule, riled up.

“We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged. An eye for an eye is never enough. Never, never, never.” Dabi always said.

King Shigaraki shushes his army and explains with Dabi gone, he needs to find a successor to take Dabi’s place.

“My lord, please consider lord Tomura. His loyalty to the throne makes him the best fit.” A lord kneels to King Shigaraki. The hall fills with chatter among soldiers, many nodding their heads to the recommendation.

“It would be an honor, King Shigaraki.” Tomura steps up to kneel before the King.

"If I may, my lord.”

Heads turn to the back of the room as a figure in a dark green cloak approaches the King. The figure steps forward taking off their hood.

“Deku.” Tomura hiss under his breath.

“As General Dabi’s right hand man, your majesty, I believe the right as his successor is no other than mine.” Deku kneels, lowering his head.

“How dare you show your face to the King! It was your fault General Dabi died!” Tomura, in rage, drew his sword and made way to Deku. Deku is quick on his feet in drawing his sword in equal strength. Both swords are drawn at eye level, standing mere feets apart.

“My lord died as a sacrifice to ensure the King’s vision. He left his ambitions in my hands and I will not let a disgraced Samurai who didn’t answer the call taint his name.” Deku bite back, unmoved and unshaken by Tomura’s threats.

Tomura’s rage only grew hearing Deku belittle him; he’s now seeing red. And with red comes a fierce swing of his sword towards Deku. Swords clash in the hall as Deku and Tomura take turns swinging at each other. Roars from soldiers erupt as they cheer for who they want to win.

Tomura charges a swing at Deku and Deku dodges before swiftly dealing a butterfly kick with his leg, striking Tomura behind the head, causing him to stumble to the ground. Deku uses this opportunity to pin him down, one knee on the chest and the other pinning the arm that holds the sword. Deku aims his sword to Tomura’s neck, sword threatening to pierce skin should he make any movement.

“I wouldn’t move if I were you”. Piercing green orbs sends a shiver through Tomura.

“Enough!” King Shigaraki raises his palm to quiet the hall. Deku releases Tomura from his hold to face the King.

“I apologize, my lord”. Deku kneels.

“Deku, it wasn’t long ago that you joined our ranks. To be frank, I believe Tomura is the best fit for the job. Dabi would be alive today if you’ve done your job of scouting the grounds that day.” Deku bites his tongue hearing the mistake he made that caused the death of Dabi. Deku has already blamed himself enough since that fateful day. Tomura smirks as he gets up to kneel.

“But Deku have shown more strength and determination than anyone here.” Caught off guard at the King's new confession, Deku raise his gaze to meet him. “I want to see if you really got what it takes to succeed Dabi’s place.”

The King rises from his chair to walk towards Deku. “I will give you the position.”

“My lord—“ Tomura protested. Tomura’s soldiers follow suit from the sides.

“Silence!” King Shigraki lifts his palm. “I will give you the position Deku, if you kill the samurai that killed Dabi. Samurai Bakugou.”

Deku hesitates hearing the all too familiar name and breaks gaze with the King which doesn’t go unnoticed. Before Dabi’s death, Dabi had previously consulted with the King about Deku. Dabi chose Deku as his right hand man because he knew Deku would be a good weapon against the rising star, Samurai Bakugou. Dabi believed that turning Deku against Bakugou was a crucial part to winning the war. King Shigaraki knew that Deku’s weakness would be confronting the friends he used to know and the only way for Deku to truly prove his loyalty to him was to completely cut off all connections to his past.

“Our recent assassination was unsuccessful despite sending some of our best men. I’m tired of us losing to King Sasaki. Surely, Deku, you can do better. Succeed at eliminating Bakugou and the position is yours.” The sound of a sword leaving its scabbard can be heard.

King Shigraki points his sword at Deku, tip under his chin. “Fail and it will cost you your life. Do I make myself clear?” King Shigaraki annunciates his last words slowly. Deku gulps at the position he’s in.

“Tomura, keep an eye on Deku.” King Shigaraki returns his sword and turns around to exit the hall. As the King exits, Deku feels the pressure of a hundred eyes on him.

“With pleasure.” Tomura looks at Deku, face plastered with a smug grin.

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The horizon is now a deep blue color and the lights in the palace are starting to get lit by the servants. The sliding door opens and the aroma of fresh cooked fish is enough to make Kirishima turn his head. Ibara motions the plate of food to him, giving him her best smile, as she makes her way inside.

“Ibara, my lady.” Kirishima thanks her with a kiss on the hand before taking a seat at the table. Kirishima knows the drill; he slides off the top of his yukuta to allow Ibara to rebandange his wounds as he eats.

Camie is passing nearby as she heads to Bakugou’s room. Ibara and Kirishima can be heard laughing and talking about their days before a maid closes the door to Kirishima’s room. Camie huffs in annoyance that Ibara has managed to snag Kirishima while she was still working to get anything out of Bakugou. It’s been a few days since she’s been visiting Bakugou’s chambers and each day has been miserable.

The sliding door opens and the aroma of fresh cooked fish does nothing to gain Bakugou’s gaze from his book. Camie clears her throat and only then did Bakugou look at her. As Bakugou is eating, Camie is changing Bakugou’s bandages. No matter what small talk Camie initiates, Bakugou only responds with grunts and hums. After another hour of excruciating silence, Camie leaves Bakugou’s chambers.

The sliding door closes with a thud. Camie glares at the empty plate in hand, chest heaving with frustration. Camie doesn’t understand what Bakugou sees in you.

Camie starts to walk out back to the hall to exit. Across the other end she sees Ibara exit Kirishima’s room and stops to study them. Kirishima pulls Ibara by the chin and gives her a kiss. Ibara is a blushing mess and covers her face with her kimono. Kirishima smiles and says his good night as he watches Ibara turn to leave. Jealousy grows stronger inside Camie.

Ibara had tried to court Bakugou and was unsuccessful and now she got Kirishima. It’s so unfair!

Camie has been at the palace longer than Ibara has and finding a suitor hasn’t been easy. Bakugou was the first man worthy of her and yet, he doesn’t want her. He wanted a maid--a goddamn unworthy, dirty, filthy maid. The plate in Camie’s hand cracks from pressure.

“L/N, I’m telling you, Kirishima is the man of my dreams.” Ibara expresses her happiness, entering her bedroom and undressing from her kimono. “We kissed for the third day. In a row!” Ibara squeals with excitement.

“Kirishima is a fine man, my lady. It makes me happy to know you’re happy.” you say taking a seat on the ground in front of Ibara’s bed.

“Have you taken care of my dirty clothes and prepared my outfit for tomorrow?” Ibarra brushes her hair.

“Yes, my lady.”

Ibara nods before rambling on some more about Kirishima. Your mind begins to wander to Bakugou. It’s been a few days since you’ve last seen him. Is he doing okay? Is he eating? Is he with Camie right now?

Leaving Ibara’s room that night, your mind was foggy and you know going to bed wasn’t an option. Instead, you head to the kitchen to check on Urakaka, who just got done cleaning. Urakaka is surprised to see you’re still up but offers a glass of sake the King’s guests didn’t finish. You gladly take a seat and enjoy it with her. “Can’t sleep?” Urakaka pours sake into your cup.

“Yeah, too much on my mind.” You grab the cup and take a big gulp.

“Careful. This sake is not for the weak.” Urakaka looks at you with a serious face. After a few seconds of silence, you both laugh. You and Urakaka are no stranger to drinking leftover sake. Being on the Kings good side has its perks.

“So you and Bakugou huh?” Urakaka catches you off guard and you choke on your sake. Urakaka only laughs more.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You clear your throat and wipe the excess sake from your lips.

“Oh come on, Y/N. Who do you think you’re kidding? Come on, spill the beans.” Urakaka nudges you before taking another sip of sake. You hesitate for a second.

Growing up in the palace together as a servant made you two close and you know if there’s one person you can trust on this planet that cares, it was Urakaka.

“He’s amazing.” You start off. Urakaka listens to every word you say as she sips her sake. Before you know it, you’re sharing not just how you feel about Bakugou but also your current dilemma with Camie. You know Camie has caught on to something and in spite of you, she’s done a pretty good job keeping you away. “I don’t even know if he’s okay.” You end, chugging the rest of the sake in your cup.

“Hmm. So that’s why Camie has been insisting that you help with yard work lately.”

Your small talk is suddenly cut short when a maid comes to tell Urakaka Kirishima had requested for some tea for his study. “Go, maybe you’ll catch him.” Urakaka hands you the teapot.

Walking down the hall your heartbeat starts to accelerate, unsure of what to expect. Each turn you made brought you closer to Bakugou. When you reach the end of the wing, you’re at a crossroad. In one direction is Bakugou’s room while the other is Kirishima’s. Your gaze lingers at Bakugou’s door down the end of the wing, wishing to see him come out.

Your heartbeat is moving too fast as your wishes get louder in your head and your head is spinning now. The sake in your veins does nothing but add on to how nervous you felt. Your hands are ice cold and if it wasn’t for the warm teapot in your hands you’re sure they would’ve caught ice. With a deep breath, you close your eyes, inhaling the fresh air to calm the voices in your head and the feelings in your heart.

“L/N?”

Finding the voice that called out to you, your heart sinks at the sight of Kirishima. “L/N, is everything okay?” Kirishima calls out again.

You take a deep breath to ground yourself from the disappointment before making your way to Kirishima. You explain you got lost trying to find his room, though it was a lie. Kirishima welcomes you into his chambers and closes the door behind him.

As you enter Kirishima’s room, Camie watches from Bakugou’s wing leaning against the wall to not be seen. Camie smirks as this knowledge is something she can use against you. Making the decision to go back to Bakugou’s room seems to have been a good one. Camie spent the last 30 minutes watching Bakugou study and though he didn’t say one word to her she didn’t care. His huffs and puffs of annoyance only fuels her. Camie sees this as a challenge; she needs to put you in your place and only then will Bakugou see that you are unfit to be his. Camie walks away proudly.

Bakugou places his book on the table and sighs heavily once Camie closes the sliding door. Finally!

Being stuck in his room all day really sucked but Bakugou preferred to be alone than to be stuck with Camie. Camie was insufferable. He tried his best to let her down but it doesn’t seem like she got the message. Actually, Bakugou knows she’s just as determined to stick around as much as he is determined to leave.

“So annoying.” Bakugou looks down at the bandages around his torso and the flashback of you cleaning his wounds cross his mind. He briefly wonders if you’re okay before his mind ponders if you’re worried about him and if you’ve eaten. Bakugou knows that you tend to overwork yourself when you’re stressed.

“L/N?”

Bakugou hears someone call your name from outside his room and pauses with confusion. Camie left his room not too long ago. Did she bump into you or was he hearing things? Bakugou quickly stands but groans in pain as he gets up too fast. Placing a firm palm on his torso, he curses walking to his door and leans an ear to listen.

Bakugou listens for a few more seconds but doesn’t hear anything. He’s sure he heard your name though. Bakugou slides the door open and peeks down the hall.

“L/N?” Bakugou calls out.

No response but the wind that flows by.

Bakugou would be lying if he said he wasn’t hoping to see you outside. Bakugou closes his eyes and leans on the sliding door. After a few deep breaths, he lowers himself to sit, gazing down the hall in hopes that you’ll appear for whatever reason. The moon is bright in the sky tonight and as it shines down and lights up the hallway, Bakugou wishes to see you.

“Can I ask you a question, Kirishima?” You set down the tea on the table next to Kirishima.

“How’s Bakugou?”

Kirishima chuckles at your question because he figured it was why you delivered the tea to him. Bakugou hasn’t been shy about the way he feels about you to him so of course, Kirishima knew you felt the same way about Bakugou. Kirishima reaffirms that Bakugou was healing nicely, though it has only been a few days.

“We’re tough and the manliest Samurai’s you’ll find. These scratches aren’t enough to kill us.” Kirishima jokes before explaining that Ibara visits often and she’ll tell him Camie is helping Bakugou recover. Though they live in separate wings, they don’t get to leave their rooms because of the King’s order. Kirishima laughs as he jokes about how it feels to be trapped inside his room.

Leaving Kirishima’s room, you feel more at ease. Bakugou was doing okay so that helped calm your worries--well, half of your worries. You wish Kirishima good night as you shut his door. You turn to look at the moon, taking in the beauty of the full moon casting over the palace buildings. As you stare up at the moon you quietly wish to see Bakugou even if it’s in the distance.

Making your way down the hall, you reach the crossroad where you stood just moments earlier. You chuckle to yourself how silly it was when you thought it was Bakugou who called out to you. Taking a look down Bakugou’s hall, your eyes widen and your heart skips a beat.

A familiar pile of blond hair sits in between the door, eyes closed, as if he fell asleep. It must be the sake because before you can object, your legs are pushing you forward to him.

“Bakugou?”

Bakugou hears your voice and groans. “I must be losing my mind. I’m hearing things again.”

“Bakugou, are you okay?”

At your question, Bakugou instantly opens his eyes to look at you. Upon seeing you in front of him, his heart skips a beat and he tenses. You look beautiful under the moonlight.

Gosh he forgot how beautiful you were.

Heat traveled at lightning speed to his cheeks before he could protest.

“Are you okay? Why are you sleeping here?” You look at him worried as you sit on your heels. Bakugou comes to the realization that he had dozed off wishing to see you. He obviously can’t admit that to you though. He quickly makes up something.

“Laying down hurts.” Bakugou clears his throat avoiding eye contact.

You take a moment to examine Bakugou’s wounds and notice a small patch of blood stain on his torso.

“You’re hurt!” Reaching out, you point to the wound on his torso. Bakugou looks down and notices the small patch of blood. Must be from earlier when he got up too fast. He was only kidding about saying it hurts and now he really got you worried.

“Would you like help changing the bandages?” You gaze up at Bakugou through your eyelashes.

Bakugou’s heart is thumping loud, he’s worried you’ll hear it. But he doesn’t want you to go yet so if changing his bandages is what it takes to have you stay for a bit longer, he’ll take it.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t--” You clear your throat and shake your head. “I’m sorry, I had some sake earlier with Urakaka and I’m saying things I wouldn’t norm--” You ramble on with your thoughts. Bakugou finds it cute that you're embarrassed. He wants to see this side of you more.

“Do what you want, women.” Bakugou interrupts you mid-sentence, getting up to enter his room. He takes a seat at this table and motions to the box on it. “There should be some bandages in there.”

Is this really happening? You feel like you’re on cloud nine! Your cheeks warm at the thought of being alone in Bakugou’s room with him.

Looks like the moon granted both your wishes tonight.

To be continued....

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