Part Forty Two, Masari

                                    

                                          
You take a deep breath as you lower yourself to his lips, barely brushing yours to his as you close your eyes and try to pretend it's someone else. 
Keigo. 
Sero. 
A movie star from a teen classic you'd watched a thousand times growing up. 
He let you take the lead, moving his lips only when you did and cupping the back of your head. 
When he wasn't being rough with you, you found his lips were soft. Really soft. He moved with you as you dialed it up, letting your body react to the flood of hormones, kissing with your lips parting to meld with his intimately. 
It was easy to fall down the rabbit hole once you'd started to drop... But before you could feel your mind completely haze over, he gently pushed you back by the shoulders, eyes slowly opening. 
Was that enough? 
"Yeah, that'll do." 
He swallows before taking a deep breath, preparing himself in a way that made your stomach coil. Did you really want to hear this? 
"Masari was...she was OUR girl. 'Masari Bakugo'; second in command." 
Oh fuck. Bakugos sister? 
He looks up at the ceiling with a sad smile, eyes distant. 
"And by our girl, I really mean it. Sero, Kaminari and I. I think she mostly did it to piss Bakugo off, but at the same time, she was the kind of girl who would be that open. Heart to spare, yanno? 
"Anyway, she was the whole start of us as a gang. She was the fire to everyone's fuel and planned a lot of our biggest hits right when we were first starting out. It's thanks to her that we got the mansion after years of hard work... If you want to hear more, I'll need another kiss." He chuckles, but you hear the pain in his voice start to make itself known. 
He needed comfort. 
So you lean down and press your lips softly to his, moving them in a slow gentle way that even has your insides melting. Just a little. 
You blame it on feeling hyper emotional after the antidote... 
When you pull back you lay your head on his chest, getting comfortable on top of him as he hugs you tight, taking a deep breath. 
It might make it easier if you couldn't see each others faces... 
"Masari and Katsuki were the same in so many ways. Both of them had a really spicy temper. No volume control at all when they were teenagers. And they both had their moms eyes. But she laughed a lot. She said she did all the laughing for her and him. She lived to piss Katsuki off. And we fucking lived for her..." 
The next deep breath he takes shudders a little, his hold on you tightening as if you'd float away. 
"You don't have to keep talki-" 
"She had this nasty little addiction though. 'Cause no one's fucking perfect. Hell, we all have our own habits that we should have kicked, but she had one that got her in some deep shit. She liked the white stuff... The stuff your-" he cuts off, shaking his head. 
"- the stuff Dabi sold." 
The puzzle pieces started to make sense way too quickly at that. Your hands were clammy as he continued, not sure if you wanted to hear any more... 
"Just like Katsuki, Mas had eyes bigger than her wallet. Got in some serious debt, and just like Kat she was way too proud to ask us for help. She spiraled out real bad and we shoulda seen it coming...