Devil's Bride

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/18036470.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Category: F/M, Gen, Multi
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero
Academia
Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku/Melissa Shield
Character: Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku, Melissa Shield,
Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Todoroki
Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo, Hagakure Tooru, Ojiro Mashirao, Asui
Tsuyu, Bakugou Mitsuki
Additional Tags: kacchako, bakuraka, Aged-Up Character(s), Developing Relationship,
Commitment, Falling In Love, Smut with a Story, Drama & Romance,
Tsundere Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Wingman
Kirishima Eijirou, Eventual Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Inspired by
Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Stats: Published: 2019-03-08 Updated: 2019-05-05 Chapters: 7/? Words:
46859

Devil's Bride
by Marle, Superevey

Summary

Katsuki Bakugo is the Prince of Hell, heir to the Throne of the Damned.

He is known for his outbursts and disrespect for life. Before he can succeed his mother's
throne, Lady Hell (Mitsuki) strikes a deal with the Devil, ordering him to find a wife. Bakugo
seeks to outwit his mother, electing to find a human bride, knowing that he won't have to
stand her long because of her short years.

Unbeknownst to the Prince of Hell, a young woman from a poor florist family is about to
change the threads of Fate and his life for eternity.

Notes

This story is a gift and tribute to the amazing concept dreamed up by Superevey, who was
kind enough to give me permission to bring her story to life.

Note, there are some theological themes within this fanfic, but keep in mind that it's just a
fanfic and for fun. ^_^
 The Devil Wears Leather
Chapter by Marle

Forget everything that is assumed about the Devil and Hell. Those preconceptions will not serve well
for this story.

For this tale is of complex things like love and sin.

This is no theological debate, for there are no windows into mortal’s hearts.

In the interest of the story, let’s explore what happens when the Devil decides to make a deal for
himself. Not in the pragmatic “collecting souls” sense, but in the way of thinking he’s made out on
the better end of the deal just to find that he is the one questioning the negotiated terms.

This story begins in a bustling Victorian city. The Industrial Revolution was in full swing, with new
inventions and discoveries fueling the human condition. However, despite these advancements, some
old values remain, especially when it came to the women of that time. In a row of shops with
apartments above them was the Tea Child’s Floral Shop, breaking up the muted tones of the lively
streets with vibrant colors in the window. The modest storefront had no grand advertisements out
front and only a simple sign hanging outside of the entrance. She balanced herself carefully on the
ladder as she adjusted one of the hanging plants in the window, rotating it to give the side that was in
shade more sun.

“Be careful, Ochako!” croaked one of the shop girls, with long green hair, pulled back in a low bow-
like ponytail and dark eyes,“You don’t want to fall.”

“I’m fine, Tsu, but thank you.” Uraraka replied, smiling reassuringly as she slid down the ladder
before moving it out of the way. Ochako Uraraka was a twenty-year-old florist in the central part of
the city, who helped run her family’s small shop. While she didn’t consider herself a remarkable
beauty, Uraraka had soft features, a curvy figure with a round face, naturally rosy cheeks, and bright
chestnut colored eyes. She swept back a piece of her sienna colored hair behind her earlobe, just to
have it fall out again as she moved about the floor, tending to the plants and flowers as she passed. “I
really appreciate you guys helping me today.”

“Of course,” replied her friend, with asymmetrical dark violet hair and coal black eyes, who was
watering some of the flowers on the opposite side of the room, “You know if you need help to just
let us know.”

“I appreciate that Kyouka,” Uraraka wiped her hands on her apron as she took two potted orchids
over to the counter. Her pink bustle dress was spotted with dirt and pollen, but she didn’t seem to
mind or make an effort to remove the marks. Her reddish-brown boots were high enough to make
her dark gray leggings barely visible, keeping her modesty intact, even as she went about the room,
climbing and reaching for plants and flowers as she did, “With Papa sick and Mama taking care of
him, I’m kind of on my own down here. I feel awful though because we can’t pay you for your
time.”

From the back room came a tall girl, with flowing ebony hair and dark gray eyes, smiling kindly as
she brought some bouquets over to the register, “Oh hush, Uraraka, it’s not like we have anything
else to do.”

“You could’ve been a nurse or secretary, Momo Yaoyorozu, but not all of us can snag husbands
who make five thousand a year.” Uraraka chided softly, taking her hands and digging them into the
potted plant she stood before to turn the soil.

“Or as handsome,” stated the girl in the light blue dress, “I’m so jealous you’re marrying Shouto
Todoroki, Momo!”

Yaoyorozu blushed lightly as she held a hand to her warmed cheek, “Oh, please, Hagakure, it’s not
like marrying one of the Ojiro sons is going to make you a pauper.”

Hagakure huffed, leaning her elbow against the counter as she rested her palm in her hand, “Yes, but
Mashirao is no Shouto.”

“Girls!” Jirou shouted, her eyes daring to Uraraka, who had grown quiet and begun arranging some
of the flowers in one of the side displays in a different fashion.

Hagakure clasped her hands over her mouth as Yaoyorozu bit her bottom lip, “W-we’re sorry,
Ochako.”

Uraraka turned around, her grin bright as she moved to the sink to refill her watering can, “For what?
I’m just happy you two have booked the shop for your weddings. It’ll be a big help to my family. I
can’t wait to design your bouquets!”

“Yeah but--” Tsu began, cutting herself off as she saw her friends shaking their heads and gesturing
to stop speaking.

The brunette peered at her friends with a perplexed expression, “You’re not seriously worried about
me because I’m not married yet are you?”

“No!” The girls cried in unison, their postures straightening immensely as they did.

Jirou sighed, leaning against the wall, “You know… it’s been a few years since your engagement fell
through. Don’t you want to get back out there?”

Uraraka face fell for a brief moment before she began to smile once more, shaking her head as she
did, “No, it’s fine… besides, I have you ladies to keep me company and Deku is a nice companion,
don’t you think?”

“Izuku Midoriya?” Hagakure clamored, leaning forward with a wide grin, “So the famous scholar
has stolen our Ochako’s heart?!”

Her face flushed hot pink as Uraraka waved her hand in a dismissive fashion, “N-no! That’s not it at
all! We’ve been friends since we were children! I’m just saying if there’s ever a social gathering he’s
always willing to escort me or be my chaperone!”

“Is that it?” Jirou asked, skeptically, pressing her lips together to hide a smile.

Yaoyorozu rolled her eyes playfully, putting her hands on her dark red skirt as she approached
Uraraka, “Ochako, how long are you going to hope he takes a hint?”

Uraraka’s mouth turned up in an embarrassed grin, twitching slightly as she did, “I’m sure I don’t
know what you mean, Momo. Deku and I are just friends and we have been for forever. It’s not like
I’m waiting around hoping he proposes or anything like that. I’m sure he thinks of me more as a
sister than a possible wife.”

Jirou drummed her fingertips on the counter as she leaned with Hagakure, her expression jeering,
“Yet you wrote him every week while he’s been away from here at Oxford. Did he ever write you
back?”

Uraraka huffed, rolling her eyes as she turned her attention back to the plants in front of her, “He
wrote back several times. Each time he signed it ‘Yours Sincerely’, which doesn’t mean anything.”

“That is a rather drab signature,” Hagakure mused, “Not very romantic for a man who keeps up
letters with a woman who is ‘just a friend’.”

“Exactly!” Uraraka commented, gesturing to Hagakure as she did, “That’s my point! It’s nothing.
But he should be back any day now. I believe he said his ship should make port between yesterday
and next Sunday, depending on the seas.”

“Speaking of Midoriya,” Tsu mentioned, nodding to the door as a carriage rolled up out front.
Immediately, Uraraka recognized the mahogany coach as Deku’s, feeling her heart begin to leap in
her chest. When she saw her friend step out of the cab, she let out a small sigh as her lips formed into
an endearing smile. He was wearing his trademark burnt ochre colored suit with darker lines that
accented his lean muscular figure, with a tan vest and deep sea green cotton puff tie. From his coat
pocket hung the chain of the gold watch his father had left him, which Uraraka found sentimental
that he always had it on him. Deku waved to her before turning back into the coach. As he did,
Uraraka ran to the other side of the room and frantically washed her hands and splashed water on her
face to remove the soil marks. Her friends watched with quiet giggles as she moved to the mirror,
checking her hair before dashing back over to the front of the store.

Deku walked into the shop, grinning warmly as he extended his arms out, “Uraraka!”

“Deku!” Uraraka cried happily, throwing her arms around his neck as he picked her up and spun her
around, “It’s been so long! How was Oxford?”

“The libraries are unparalleled,” Deku declared, “It’s so good to see you, Uraraka.”

Uraraka nodded in agreement, unable to wipe the joy from her face at seeing him, “Did you get my
letters?”

“Every one of them,” Deku assured, taking her hands into his, “Uraraka, I actually have something
to ask you.”

Uraraka’s eyes began to widen as she felt her heart begin to leap into her throat, “A-ask me?”

Deku nodded, his expression softened as he brought her hands up, clasping them gently, “Yes,
something I’ve been longing to ask you for a while.”

The girls in the shop began to whisper in anticipation, leaning in to hear the pair better as they
pretended to work around the flowers and plants.

“A-anything,” Uraraka replied, breathlessly, gripping Deku’s hands back, “You can ask me
anything, Deku… you know that right…?”

Deku pursed his lips together, his gaze trailing to the floor as he seemed to sway slightly, with-
holding a smile as he did, “Uraraka… will you… will you do me the honor of being…”

At that moment, Uraraka’s anticipation got the better of her and she blurted out as he finished his
sentence, “Yes!”

“My florist for my wedding?”

Uraraka jerked in surprise as her mouth gaped open, “Wedding?” her voice squeaked. At that
moment, the most beautiful woman Uraraka had ever seen in her life walked into the shop. She was
elegant, with porcelain skin, flowing golden hair tied back with an ultramarine satin bow, and sky
blue eyes that glistened affectionately at Deku. She wore a fine dark navy satin dress, with gold
embroidery on the puffs of the sleeves, and white underskirt embroidered at the bottom with the same
colored thread as her top. Her high boots with their black heels and white covers were stylish and
clean. Uraraka felt her stomach drop as she realized who the woman was to Deku, “Deku, my love,
this place is beautiful, just like you said!”

Uraraka’s gaze examined the blonde, who was slightly taller than Deku. Deku turned, smiling while
blushing as he led Uraraka by the hand over to her, “Melissa, this is Ochako Uraraka.”

Melissa looked at Uraraka with endearment, walking over and clasping her hands as she kissed each
of her cheeks, “Ochako! Deku has told me all about you! I feel as though we are friends already.”

“You’re… American.” was the only phrase that came to Uraraka’s mind. As she turned back to
Deku, Uraraka looked past him to her friends, who were as visible in shocked as she felt internally.

Melissa blinked, slightly confused by the commented, before she smiled and nodded in affirmation,
“Yes, my father was having a residency at the University and I met Deku while presenting at one of
the display fairs there. My father and I are well-known inventors back home, my name is Melissa
Shield.”

“Shield?!” exclaimed Yaoyorozu, “As in ‘Shield Enterprises’?!”

“Yes,” Melissa perked up, smiling brightly, “You know of our company?”

Yaoyorozu smiled, coming over and approaching the three, “Y-yes! Your company has been
responsible for some of the most impressive innovations in the last decade! Not only with technology
but with medicine as well!”

Uraraka still stood, the chill of reality slowly seeping into her consciousness as she forced a smile, “It
sounds like you two really hit it off then.”

“Ochako,” Melissa began, taking her hands again, “Please, you must agree to do our flowers for the
wedding. Deku has spoken about nothing but you and your talents. Now that I’ve seen the beautiful
blooms in your shop, I beg of you!”

“O-Of course,” Uraraka replied, forcing her face to stay full of glee, “I’m so happy for you, Deku.”

Melissa giggled, hugging Uraraka before turning back and taking Deku’s arm, “I hope you don’t
mind. We’d like to keep the budget around five hundred to a thousand if possible.”

Uraraka’s jaw dropped as her eyes went wide again, “Five hundred to a thousand?! I don’t know if I
have enough flowers.”

“You’re the most clever woman I know,” Deku insisted, clasping Melissa’s hand on his arm, “I
know you’ll help our dream be realized.”

Uraraka nodded, her walk slightly clumsy as she headed for the back room, “Give me… just a
moment and I’ll get the paperwork for the order.”

The girls were silent as she went past them, except Tsu, who quietly whispered as she passed,
“Ochako…? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Uraraka insisted sweetly, walking into the back room and closed the door behind her. As
she moved over to the writing desk to gather her paperwork, Uraraka felt her knees grow weak,
gripping the desk hard to catch herself. Unwillingly, tears began to fall from her eyes, causing her to
sob quietly. There was no reason she was as upset as she was. After all, it wasn’t like she had ever
told Deku of her feelings, nor had he ever expressed any direct interest in her. Somehow, she found
herself realizing that she had secretly hoped they would end up together. But as she trembled,
gathering the contracts together and began to scribble on the blank lines ‘Izuku Midoriya and Melissa
Shield’, she felt her heart break within her chest. Uraraka took a few slow breaths before she
whispered to herself, “Never again…”

+++

Off the Mortal Coil is the realm of Gods and Deities. Unbeknownst to Uraraka at this time, the
threads of Fate had begun to spin differently for her. For at that moment, the Prince of Hell was in a
heated argument with Lady Hell, Queen of the Underworld and the Damned. Their argument would
change Uraraka’s life forever.

“It's literally been fucking millennia, you damned old hag,” the prince bellowed, his crimson eyes
flaring with the heat of flames, “Step down or I’ll challenge you for the throne!”

“Katsuki Bakugo,” his mother replied, her temper flaring to match her erratic son’s anger. Lady Hell
was also known as the Goddess Mitsuki. Her crimson eyes and wild ash-blonde hair bellowed in the
blaze of the flames of her throne. She wore a long blood red dress that faded into the black obsidian
floor, “We’ve been over this before! I would love to fucking retire with your father and live out
eternity in the Elysian Fields, but you lack the initiative to become the King of Hell!”

Bakugo scuffed, folding his arms as he leaned his weight to one side, “I don’t really fucking see how
I lack ‘initiative’ when I’m saying I want to be the King of Hell! Are you going back to that marriage
bullshit again?”

“You’d become the King of Hell, Boy! Not the Bachelor of Hell!” Lady Hell bellowed back, “And
you’ve snubbed every Goddess, Saint, and Nymph from here to Olympus to Heaven’s Gate, so what
are you about to do with your options, eh?!”

Clenching his teeth and fists in rage, Bakugo seethed at Lady Hell’s declaration but was unable to
challenge it. Despite his outbursts, Bakugo knew he was in no position to fight his mother, especially
with his father’s favor protecting her at all times. The irritated Prince tapped his finger on his forearm
as ideas began to flow through his mind. He had no patience for Goddesses and their vanity - after
all, mortal wars had been started over trivial things like who was prettier or more powerful. Saints
were too saintly and Nymphs proved too much even for his sexual appetite.

As his ruby eyes scanned the dark throne room, his gaze fell to the river flowing with the Souls of
the Damned beneath their feet. Hell wasn’t simply a place of punishment, it was a place away from
light. Those who were evil in their life spent eternity sifting through the waters of Hell’s Palace,
while others who had not been good enough to go to Heaven just dwelled in Hell as Purgatory.
Humans were such disgusting creatures to Bakugo. He couldn’t think of a more selfish creation that
was wasted on the planet. Their impulsiveness and idiocy they insisted upon performing within their
short pathetic years made him look down upon them.

Short

Pathetic

Years.
At that moment, a sinister smirk curled upon the lips of the Prince of Hell, turning to his mother with
a sly expression, “I just have to be married, correct? You don’t give a damn as to whom or what to?”

Mitsuki looked at her son with a suspicious gaze, “As long as you’re married, you may take my
throne.”

“Then I’ll be traveling to the Mortal Coil to find a bride. Do we have a deal then, old crone?”
Bakugo asked, taking a step forward to his mother, with his hand extended.

Mitsuki glanced him over, her gleaming eyes examining her son in a scrupulous matter before
moving to him and taking his hand, “I have a few conditions to add to your deal, Devil.”

Bakugo scowled, gritting his teeth as he spoke, “And those would be?”

Lady Hell’s snarky grin further fuelled her son’s irritation, “You must live on the Mortal Coil. Your
powers will be restricted and you will learn to live and love as a human.”

“What the fuck?!” Bakugo shot back, “Why the fuck do I have to live amongst those flesh bags?
Their frail psyches can’t even comprehend our ethereal beings!”

“Katsuki, if you want my throne, you’ll accept this deal,” Mitsuki tempted, squeezing her son’s hand
as she did, “If you want out of it at any time, I’ll gift you a way home.”

“Fucking Hell…”

“Don’t curse your fucking home, it’s rude!”

“Fine!” He growled, “But I get to take my pets with me.”

“Take whatever demon you’d like,” She laughed, shaking his hand before placing two coins in it and
waving him away, “Go, my son, I have faith you won’t fail.”

Bakugo cursed profusely under his breath as he exited the throne room. When he left, his Cerberus
was laid out, patiently napping as it awaited his return, “Wake up, you idiots! We’re going on a little
excursion!”

The animal had three heads of three different colored furs that faded into a dark red body. One was
golden, the other head pink, and the last one jet black.

From the shadows emerged a red demon, with gleaming white fangs and bright red eyes, “Hey
Bakugo! How’d the negotiations with the Queen go?”

Bakugo glared as he stomped down the hallway, “Get your shit together, Kirishima, we’re going
topside for a bit.”

“Topside?” Kirishima asked, raising an eyebrow as he jogged along the side his friend’s hurried
pace, “You mean the human realm?”

“Yes! The fucking human realm!” Bakugo hollered, his voice echoing through the halls with the
rage of Hell’s fury.

Dismissing his friend’s outburst, Kirishima put his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling as
he did, “You really hate the Mortal Coil, why do we have to go there?”

Bakugo grumbled, grinding his teeth once more, “I made a deal with Lady Hell…”
“The Devil made a deal with his mother?!” Kirishima burst out laughing, “Man, you’ve got to be in a
pretty interesting spot if you struck a deal with Lady Hell!”

“Fuck off, shitty hair,” Bakugo barked, ascending the stairs upward, the two coins slotted between
his fingers as he showed them to Kirishima, “The old hag gave me enough for a one-way trip, but
said she’d have a way for me to come back if I decided to throw in the towel.”
Kirishima shrugged, patting the pink head of Cerberus, walking alongside the beast, “Like you’re
going to do that. She should know you better.”

“Oh, we’re not going to be among those flesh bags for fucking long, Kirishima,” Bakugo chuckled
lowly, tossing the coins into the air and catching them leisurely as he walked, “We’re only going to
be up there a month at the most. I have a plan.”

Kirishima grinned, “What do you have in mind, my lord?”

Bakugo glanced back over his shoulder, “She said I had to learn to love and live like a human, but
she never said anyone else had to.”

“So what are you getting at?” the red demon asked, scratching his head as he did.

“I’ll find a bitch that’s not on Hell’s List, mortals are easy enough to tempt so I’ll make her fall in
love with me and agree to marry me,” The Prince of Hell schemed, smirking in content as he did,
“And then once that happens, you’ll just make her have a little accident and die. Since she won’t be
on Hell’s List, she’ll go to Heaven and I won’t have to deal with it anymore, but I’ll still be able to
take my throne.”

“Ha! That’s brilliant, man! You don’t have to deal with the broad and get to rule finally!” Kirishima
exclaimed with glee.

“Exactly,” Bakugo replied, “We’ll be home before you know it.”

+++

The journey to the Mortal Coil took three human days, but when they arrived, Bakugo stepped
through the Gates of Purgatory into the realm of humans. It was the dead of night and they arrived in
the yard of a ruined manor that was just outside of the city where Uraraka’s shop and home were
located.

Bakugo huffed, looking at his companions, “You idiots need to look normal.”

With a wave of his hand, Cerberus split into three, its form fading from that of a large dog to three
individual human beings.

One was a girl with pink skin and hair, with black scleras and gleaming gold irises. She wore a teal
and purple walking dress, with horns still protruding from her head. Alarmed at her change in form,
she began feeling her face and body with confusion, “W-what? I-I’m a human?!”

She turned to the two other heads, who had formed into men. One had golden hair with a black
lightning bolt in the bangs and matching gold eyes to hers. He wore a black jacket, with a grey shirt
and black slacks, “Aaah! What the Hell?!”

The other man had long black hair with black eyes, wearing a black long shirt with a white vest and
black slacks, he pointed at the two other heads in astonishment, “W-we’ve been separated!”

“Yes, you fucking dolts…” Bakugo groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance, “You’re
human now and in this realm you’ll play my servants who manage my home.”

“They’re going to need names,” Kirishima pointed out.

Bakugo side-eyed the red devil, “You’re going to need a disguise too, Kirishima.”

“So do you, my lord.” Kirishima retorted, pointing to Bakugo’s wings and halo, “Mortals wouldn’t
exactly know what to do with a fallen angel walking around.”

Bakugo let out a grunt as he began brushing on his skin and wings, “What appearance would best
fool these pretentious bitches?”

As he ran his hands down his arms, his grey skin became flush with a light pulse, while his wings
retracted and faded into a white cape with golden accents and a blood red underlining. A black shirt
formed over his chest as blood red leather gloves adorned his hands, rolling up the sleeves to expose
his chiseled forearms. He wore a gold belt-buckle with a black leather belt, navy trousers, and black
leather high boots. Bakugo looked down in frustration at the matching red tie, accented on the tips
with gold, yanking it undone as he unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt. His ash blonde hair,
crimson eyes, and red earring remained. As he did, Kirishima’s skin faded from red to peach, long
black coat-tails forming from his tail, and he wore a sleek butler’s suit.

“Not too shabby, Bakugo.” Kirishima remarked with a wistful bow.

Bakugo let out a breath of laughter, “Not so bad yourself, Kirishima. Your shitty hair hides your
horns well.”

“Hey! It’s like we’re horn buddies!” The pink woman exclaimed happily, pointing to her own, “And
what’s this about us getting names?”

“Yeah, if we’re going to be humans then we should each get a name, right? It’d be weird if we all
just responded to Cerberus.” The golden man remarked, folding his arms self-consciously.

The black haired man shook his leg nervously, “Standing on two legs feels really weird.”

“Get fucking used to it. This could be a long month,” Bakugo ordered, moving to the ruined manor
and surveying it. He closed his eyes and snapped his fingers, but nothing happened, “... What?”

“Oh boy,” Kirishima groaned, “Are we going to have to rebuild this place by ourselves?”

“That’s going to be quite an effort,” The golden man observed woefully.

Bakugo let out a yell, stomping his right foot on the ground with fury, “You damn old hag! If you’re
going to force me to stay up here, the least you could fucking do is let me have a way to make some
goddamn resources for myself!!”

At that moment, he felt a jolt of energy from his foot then snapped his fingers again. This time, the
ruins of the mansion began to rise up and rebuild. The weeds and vines around them retreated,
forming into a garden with a long driveway, trees, and an iron gate in a stone archway. Within a
matter of moments, the mansion was restored. It’s dark grey bricks climbing into the air with tall
towers and rounded windows. The windows and points were accented with extensive white trim,
causing the house to have a warm glow as its lights illuminated the darkness.

“Woah… I’ve never seen light like this before.” The dark-haired man said in wonder.

“It’s so pretty and warm feeling!” The pink girl commented with glee.
“So this is home for the next… what was it… the month you said?” the golden one remarked, “How
are we going to find a woman who's not on Hell’s List in a month?!”

Bakugo scoffed as he adjusted his cape, “You extras need names to go by. We’ll have to split up and
search tomorrow morning.”

“Should we pick out our own names?” The golden one asked.

“I don’t fucking care.” Bakugo groaned, rubbing his eyes in annoyance.

The three exchanged glances then pondered for a moment.

The golden man pointed to himself, “Hey, I like the name Denki… so I’ll be… Denki Kaminari.”

“That’s a good one, man!” The dark haired man commented, gesturing his thumb to his chest, “I’ll
be Hanta Sero!”

“Why are boys names so easy to figure out?” The pink girl lamented with a pout, “I have no idea
what I should call myself…”

Kirishima thought for a moment, circling around her with a soft gaze, “How about… Mina Ashido?”

“Mina?” she repeated, looking up as she did, “Mina… I like that name. Alright, I’ll be Mina
Ashido!”

With his patience extinguished, Bakugo folded his arms and tapped his foot, “Are we fucking done?
Good. Mina, you’re my maid, Sero, you’re my cook, Kaminari, you’re my gardener, and Kirishima,
you’re my butler.”

“Do you think the four of us could really run this mansion on our own?” Kirishima asked, “I thought
great houses had lots of servants.”

“The fewer flesh bags the better,” Bakugo grumbled, walking towards the manor as he did.

“Wait, my lord, we should probably name the house.” Kaminari suggested, “It’s like Kirishima said,
most great houses have lots of servants and a name.”

Growling lowly, Bakugo looked back at the manor, his eyes sweeping over the beautiful home with
a tired gaze. Despite his repulsed attitude towards his situation, he had to admit his magic had
brought a beautiful home back to life. It wasn’t Hell on Earth, but it would be home for the next
month. He let out an exasperated breath and grumbled, “It’s Morningstar Manor. I should see if I can
alter the memories of the locals to think its been here for awhile tomorrow.”

“I’m so excited! I get to sleep in a bed!” Ashido exclaimed.

“This is going to be the best vacation ever!” Kaminari cried with excitement.

“This isn’t a fucking vacation, you dumbasses!” Bakugo barked back, “We’re finding me a bride
then we’re going to off her and head back home! Don’t get too fucking comfortable, got it?”

The three shrunk away, whimpering like dogs as Bakugo stormed off into the manor. Kirishima
patted their heads in reassurance, “This is an adjustment for all of us. Give him time, guys... Okay?”

“But Kirishima,” Ashido began, “It’s hard to find someone who isn’t on Hell’s List these days… do
you think we’ll find someone who he can stand long enough to marry and be done with her?”
“I think the better question is can we find someone who will stand him long enough…” Kaminari
snickered.

Kirishima shrugged, gesturing to his companions to follow Bakugo, “The Prince’s powers have
obviously been weakened since journeying to the Mortal Coil. We’ll have to see what happens
tomorrow.”
 Call Me Devil

The next morning, Bakugo had a few experiences he had not had previously. Hunger was a strange
sensation, which thanks to his powers he was able to whip up breakfast for him and his companions.
The next thing was certain bodily functions that were different. It became clear there would be a
period of adjustment and he was not thrilled with the idea of traveling places on foot as opposed to
flying. It was with this in mind that he created a luxurious carriage that he gifted his demons the
ability to drive. Out of curiosity, he attempted to stab himself with a kitchen knife, but felt no pain
and did not bleed. There were limitations to his human form, but not so much that he could cut
corners and try to get back to Hell faster than his mother’s whim. Fortunately, he discovered he could
transform into his ethereal self at will, which he decided would be useful when searching for his
bride.

Bakugo left early in the morning with Kirishima and Ashido, while Sero and Kaminari stayed back
at the manor. As they walked through the streets, Bakugo and Kirishima were sizing up potential
suitors, while Ashido marveled at the sights and sounds of the city.

“Excuse me, Miss, what’s your name?” Kirishima said with a smile.

The pretty blonde blushed, batting her eyelashes at the handsome demon, “I-I’m Katherine Smith.”

“No.” Bakugo groaned.

Kirishima tipped his hat and meandered away back to Ashido’s side, leaving the pretty blonde
staring after him, dumbfounded at what just happened. Kirishima sighed, eyeing the scowling Prince,
“Which one was this one?”

“Adultery.”

“At least it wasn't murdered like the last one I tried to chat up.” Ashido said with a deep sigh, “I
didn’t realize mortals were so… sinful? Is that redundant?”

Bakugo growled, wrinkling his nose in disgust, “This is so fucking stupid.”

Kirishima put his hands behind his head, stretching his neck back as he did, “Bakugo, you do realize
that in order to find you a wife that you’re the one that needs to talk to them, not me or Mina, right?”

“You’re saving me damn time and sparing me my breath wasted.” Bakugo snapped back, shoving
one hand in his pocket while the other took a drag of his cigarette through the holder, biting it in
between his teeth.

“Well, maybe if we had a better idea of what kind of woman you’re looking for then we’d be able to
narrow down our search!” Ashido commented, waving her index finger in the air.

Bakugo shot a glare back at the pair, “I fucking told you already -- she can’t be on Hell’s List.”

“We found two of those already and neither appealed to you!” Kirishima spat back, rolling his eyes
as he did.

“They were weak looking. I need a strong woman to bed.” Bakugo grumbled, gritting his teeth as he
tapped his cigarette holder, “None of this ‘making love’ bullshit these mortals are obsessed with… If
I can’t fuck then I won’t bother.”
Kirishima nodded, folding his arms as he did, “Okay so… a woman with more curves than the others
we’ve been chatting?”

“... Sure.”

“Oh! Oh! What about hair color? Or eye color? These mortals don’t look like the women in the
Ethereal Plain!” Ashido exclaimed, gesturing to her features.

“Shhh!! Shut up, you fucking idiot!” Bakugo hissed quietly, “It’s bad enough I had to make people
think you look fucking normal and that the damn manor has been there for a while! Stop announcing
stupid shit like ‘mortals’ and ‘ethereal’ anything!”

“She has a point, Bakugo, we need more to go off of then you just want to lay with her.” Kirishima
pointed out, tapping his finger on his arm as he did.

Bakugo stopped, pulling at his hair with a frustrated growl before he took a deep breath and steadied
his nerves. There was no point in getting upset at the two because they had a point. In truth, Bakugo
never thought much about who or what he would like in a companion. He had never had problems
getting a woman into bed, demon or divine. Sex was easy - you did the deed then were done.
Between his devilish good looks, charming cruelty and backhanded flattery that seemed to draw
most women, his lifestyle never required him to think beyond the next morning.

“I’ll think on it more…” he muttered under his breath. As they moved down the street, the three of
them picked up on a lovely floral scent in the air. It was a smell none of them had experienced
before, which piqued their curiosity to the source, even Bakugo’s.

Ashido sniffed the air, “Oh wow, something smells nice!”

Kirishima took a long breath in, “Yeah, home is kind of stale or smells like sulfur.”

Ashido tugged at Kirishima’s arm and dragged him ahead of Bakugo, “This way! Follow me!”

Bakugo groaned again, cursing profusely under his breath as he followed with a heavy foot-fall.

+++

“I’ll get some more medicine after the shift today, Mama,” Uraraka called as she headed down the
steps to the shop.

“But Ochako--! The rent is past due!” her mother cried back. Uraraka halted, biting her lip in dismay
as she struggled to compose a thought.

It was either her father’s medicine or the rent for the shop and apartment.

“I-it’s fine, Mama, I’ll ask Mr. Morten when he comes by today if he doesn’t mind giving another
week.”

“We said that the last two weeks, Ochako,” Her mother sighed, her eyes filled with worry, “I’m
afraid he’s not a patient man.”

“It’ll be fine,” Uraraka assured, warmly, “Just let me know if Papa needs anything.”

When she walked downstairs, Uraraka grabbed her apron from the hanger and wrapped it around her
waist, setting about her business to finish the last touches to open the shop. When she pulled out her
paperwork for the day, on the top was the contract freshly signed from Deku and Melissa. She let out
a heavy sigh, shifting the orders around to look at Yaoyorozu and Todoroki’s. Her friends had
offered an advancement beyond the deposit they gave, but Uraraka had insisted they pay like normal
clients. As she felt the weight of her mother’s words sink into her, she held her head on the edge of
the counter, shaking it slowly as she felt herself dare to hope for a miracle.

Unfortunately, reality crashed down as Mr. Morten stormed into the shop. Uraraka stood up straight,
her eyes wide as the man in black approached her, “M-Mr. Morten, good morning!”

Mr. Morten was a ghastly man, with unruly facial hair and a large body that was both wide and
towered over Uraraka. “Good Morning, Miss. Uraraka,” He replied dryly, tipping his black bolero
hat to her, “I’ve come to collect for the month.”

Uraraka began to gnaw nervously on her bottom lip before she held up the orders in her hand, “If
you come next week, we’ll have your money and an advancement on the next month.”

“That’s not how this works, girl.” Mr. Morten replied, his voice rising slightly, “I ‘ave a business to
run too, you know! Keeping tenants isn’t easy in this economy! Everyone wants an extension or
another week- then another week- and another! Well, I ‘ave my accounts to settle too, ya know!”

Uraraka nodded stepping towards him, beginning to show the papers to him, “Please, if you just give
us until next week. You can see it here with the signatures and the dates of the money owed that I
have two big orders giving their second payments next week!”

“That’s not this week!”

“You know my father is sick!”

“So is ev’ry damn poor bastard that worked in the factory,” Mr. Morten snapped, taking a step
towards Uraraka.

Uraraka narrowed her eyes, setting the orders down, and drumming her hand on top of them before
she walked over to the register and opened it, gesturing to the drawer, “Take whatever is in there and
I’ll pay you the rest next week.”

“Do ya want me to kick ye out onto the streets, girlie? It’s bad en’gh your father is ill but worse that
he’s got a woman to run a business who don’t know nothin’ ‘cept how to make flowers look pretty!”

“Excuse me.” A low voice rumbled from behind, causing both Uraraka and Mr. Morten to jump in
surprise.

The two turned to see Ashido and Kirishima wandering about the shop, sniffing flowers quietly,
while Bakugo was standing behind them, taking a long drag from his cigarette holder as he examined
Mr. Morten, “What’s your name?”

“Who the hell are you?” Mr. Morten yelled, taking a step away from Bakugo, whose eyes seemed to
bore into him.

“I asked first, old man.” Bakugo snickered, tapping the ash on Mr. Morten’s shoes.

Almost as if in a trance, Mr. Morten’s eyes glossed over, “I… I’m Daniel Morten.”

Bakugo took a few steps around the increasingly anxious man, his eyes flashing for a brief second as
his lips curled upward, “You’re on my list, Mr. Morten. What a wretched pig you are. Let’s see
here… You’re just the walking fucking poster-boy for the Seven Deadly Sins. Sloth… Gluttony…
Greed… Envy… Wrath... Pride...” his crimson stare shifted to Uraraka, “Lust.”
Uraraka’s face flushed as she became mortified at what Bakugo was insinuating, grabbing the
contracts from the counter and holding them in front of her as if they were a shield.

“I-I’m in the middle of a business transaction ‘ere!” Mr. Morten cried, his voice trembling as he did.

Bakugo hadn’t taken his eyes off of Uraraka, who was growing visibly uncomfortable at his intense
new study of her, “I didn’t think florists doubled as brothels.”

Uraraka slammed the contracts down, her color shifting to red with anger, “How dare you!”

“Relax, cheeks,” Bakugo chided, smirking darkly as he did, “Do you want my help?”

“Are you ignoring me?” Mr. Morten bellowed, balling his fists.

“‘Cheeks’?!” Uraraka shook her head, pursing her lips before smiling kindly at Bakugo, “I’m sorry,
you got me at a moment where I wasn’t composed. Does the gentleman seek flowers for a lady-
friend?”

“Yes! He really needs flowers!” Kirishima yelled from the other side of the shop, causing Bakugo to
jerk.

“He needs anything that you’ve got that can help him get a lady-friend!” Ashido added, resulting in
Bakugo shooting back a menacing glare at them.

Bakugo winced, forcing a smile as he turned back to Uraraka, who was nervously eyeing Mr.
Morten as she continued to grin, “How much?”

“How much for which one?” she asked, softly.

“All of them.”

Uraraka’s jaw dropped as did Mr. Morten’s, “Y-you can’t be serious!”

“If I buy out your shop, will this ugly pig leave us the fuck alone for a bit?” Bakugo asked, pointing
back to Mr. Morten, though not turning away from Uraraka.

Uraraka’s eyes darted from Bakugo to Mr. Morten and back again, realizing that he was not jesting
in his offer, “Yes.”

“Good,” Bakugo muttered, turning around to Mr. Morten and taking out his wallet. He handed him
an obscene amount of money and glared at him, “I’m sure that’s enough, pig.”

Mr. Morten grabbed the notes from Bakugo, trembling as he did, though his eyes were wide with
glee. He snatched them out of Bakugo’s hand and dashed out the door, not daring to look back.

Uraraka blinked for a moment, processing what had just happened before her eyes went wide, “W-
why did you do that?! I can’t sell you the whole shop!!”

Bakugo side-eyed Uraraka, “What’s your name?”

“P-Pardon?”

“You’re going to learn really quick that I don’t fucking repeat myself, round face.”

Uraraka twitched at the insult but swallowed her irritation. She took a few steps forward, wiping her
hands on her apron before extending her right hand to Bakugo, “Ochako Uraraka. It’s nice to meet
you, Mr… um… I don’t remember your name. I’m sorry.”

“It’s because I never said it,” Bakugo replied, taking her hand for a moment, surprised by her firm
grip as she shook his hand, “I suppose you’d call me Katsuki Bakugo.”

“Mr. Bakugo,” Uraraka began, gratefully, moving away and showing him the flowers, “Take
whatever you want. I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me today. M-my father has
been sick in the lungs for months and my mother takes care of him so it’s just me and my friends
some days down here. We have lovely blooms but we’re just not in a good spot in town.”

“Hmph,” Bakugo scoffed, walking over to some of the rose arrangements, “My… companions aren’t
lying when they say I need flowers for a lady.”

“Well, what are you trying to say to her?” Uraraka asked, kindly.

Bakugo quirked an eyebrow as he pinched his cigarette holder in his teeth, “What the fuck do you
mean ‘say’? It’s flowers. Flowers don’t fucking talk.”

Uraraka giggled, “Flowers have their own language with ladies, surely a gentleman of your wealth
has some knowledge of that.”

Bakugo struggled to stifle a laugh when he realized she was serious, “I’m not exactly the type who
bothers with flowers.”

“Maybe you should learn to be,” Uraraka jested playfully, folding her hands in front of her as she
swayed.

“You should listen to the lady, my lord,” Kirishima jeered, warranting a glare from Bakugo, “You
could learn something!”

Uraraka pointed to the side of the room, “You could declare true love with Forget-me-nots, or maybe
a geranium to show she’s your preference. Oh! Maybe you could give her some lilacs to show your
first emotion of love!”

As Uraraka moved about the shop, showing different flowers and rattling off their meanings,
Kirishima picked up on how intently his master was actually listening. Bakugo raised his eyebrow
again at her, this time his crimson dark eyes swept her up and down twice before settling to meet her
bright coffee colored ones, “If it was you, which ones would you want a man to give?”

Uraraka smiled, moving to the pure white roses, “Definitely white roses. They have this lovely quiet
beauty about them and elegant hue in the sunlight. It's a bridal rose that means purity, true love,
happy love, and loyalty. It means 'I'm worthy’ or ‘I’m thinking of you’ in a subtle way. Plus, they
have a light and innocent scent to them so it’s not too strong of a smell.”

Bakugo folded his arms, shifting on his feet as he tapped his finger on his arm, “Those then.”

“O-okay. A dozen?” Uraraka asked, putting on her gardening gloves as she starting picking up a few
of the roses.

“Whatever.”

“Okay.”

Ashido leaned over to Kirishma, “She’s not on the list.” she sang quietly.
“That’s not surprising,” Kirishima replied quietly, “She’s actually pretty innocent, but she definitely
holds weight in her chest like she feels like she has sinned.”

“Any idea what that could be?” Ashido asked, her head shifting to the side.

Kirishima shook his head, “That I can’t tell.”

Bakugo shifted impatiently as he watched Uraraka carefully take out the white roses, being mindful
not to touch the buds to avoid potentially bruising them. He noticed how delicately she pulled each
one, not even being phased by the thorns. “Hey, pink-cheeks,”

Uraraka’s mouth twitched into a smile as she became overly focused on counting how many stems
she pulled, “What is it, Mr. Bakugo?”

He moved to her, standing almost uncomfortably close as he put his face next to hers. Uraraka
jumped back, the bridge of her nose flushing a light pink in surprise as they locked gazes.

Noticing her increase in color, Bakugo’s lips formed to a devilish smirk, “What do you desire?”

“M-me?” Uraraka stammered, “What do you mean?”

“Is your memory short or something? Don’t you remember what the fuck I said earlier about
repeating myself?” he murmured, his eyes flashing for a split second.

Uraraka paused, looking deep into Bakugo’s eyes, “What I desire?”

Kirishima let out a quiet chuckle, rolling his eyes, “And now she’s done.”

“Well, I thought she’d entertain him a bit longer but if he’s going down this route…” Ashido huffed
quietly.

To their surprise, Uraraka shook her head and began to giggle again, “Oh that’s easy! If I could have
anything in the world right now, it’d be some mochi!”

The Devil and the two demons froze immediately, shock plastered on Kirishima and Ashido’s faces
as Bakugo’s eyes began to widen.

“You mean to tell me out of all the damn things in the fucking universe that you desire mochi?!”
Bakugo snapped at her.

Uraraka blinked, confused as to his outburst, “Well I mean, I could technically get some after work.
It doesn’t cost that much,” she stated as she counted on her fingers, “If I remember right it’s only two
pieces a piece at the end of the day because they make it fresh every morning.”

His face twisted in disbelief at her statement, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. That’s not what
I meant!”

“Then what did you mean?” Uraraka asked as she finished pulling the twelve roses and crossed over
to behind the counter, where she pulled some sheets of red paper to wrap them in. When she was
finished, Uraraka took off her gardening gloves and placed them on the surface.

“I-- You--- You’re supposed to fucking say what you desire most in the world!” Bakugo shouted,
stomping over to the counter as he leered at her, completely unaffected by him and his abilities.

Uraraka let out a lofty sound as she turned back to him, carefully holding out the dozen white roses
in her arms as one might an infant. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but as she stepped into a ray of
sunlight, Bakugo found her enchanting. The warm hue of the sun reflecting off her rich brown hair
and making her eyes illuminated to a light caramel, catching small traces of green in them. The white
roses she held in the red paper were striking, appearing to have an ethereal glow in the sunlight,
“What I desire doesn’t matter.”

Bakugo scoffed, taking the bouquet and holding it at his side, “Humor me. What’s your deepest
desire?”

Uraraka cheerful disposition faded for a moment, her face showing the stress and pain she felt in her
heart, “The only thing that I desire would require a miracle.”

Taking a step towards her, Bakugo began to grin again, “Fuck asking for a miracle, cheeks, trust me.
God is way too fucking busy to listen… so what about making a deal with the Devil?”

“The Devil?” she repeated, quietly. Her voice was soft, but it did not hold fear.

“Yeah,” Bakugo chuckled sinisterly, “If God won’t hear you, what if the Devil will?”

Uraraka felt a chill creep down her spine as she took a step towards Bakugo, holding her head up
with a morose look on her face, “Are you making fun of me, Mr. Bakugo?”

“Come now,” he coerced softly, taking a long drag from his cigarette holder before exhaling slowly,
the smoke encompassing his red eyes to make them appear to glow in the haze, “I’m being perfectly
fucking serious.”

Something told Uraraka to send Bakugo away immediately, however against her better judgment,
she found herself not fearful but intrigued, “My desire is for my father to be well… to make enough
money that my parents have an easy life.”

Bakugo tapped the ashes onto the floor, his head rolling to his shoulder, “There now… was that so
damn hard? You’d make a deal with the Devil to cure your pops and make your folks wealthy, eh?”

She felt an uncomfortable weight in her chest, pressing her lips together as she turned away from
Bakugo, “You can think whatever you want about me, but not all of us have enough in our wallets
to buy off the landlord.”

“Hmph, I’m not God, I don’t judge,” the Devil sneered, “I’m the fucking punisher and executioner.”

“Sure,” she sighed, rolling her eyes as she did. Almost immediately, her cheerful aura returned, “Can
I assist with anything else today?”

Bakugo crossed to her, holding out the bouquet of white roses out to her, “One more thing.”

Uraraka’s brow furrowed in confusion as she looked at the bouquet then back up at Bakugo,
“What?”

“I have a deal for you, cheeks.”

“That’s Miss. Uraraka, sir.” Uraraka shot back, her voice wary but she didn’t shrink away.

“Miss. Uraraka,” Bakugo began, “I have a deal for you.”

Uraraka let out a puff of laughter as she looked at Bakugo with skepticism, “A deal? For me?”

“You said you were willing to make a deal with the Devil, so I have a deal for you.” Bakugo
repeated, his voice low and cunning. His articulation and steady tone perked up Kirishima’s and
Ashido’s attention as they stopped browsing and were locked on their Prince.

Bakugo closed the gap between them, forcing her to take the bouquet of roses back into her arms,
causing Uraraka to step away in surprise, “What are you doing?!”

“You said if you were to have a man bring you flowers, you’d want those white roses, right?”
Bakugo contended, “So how about it, Miss. Uraraka? Will you make a deal with me?”

Ashido leaned into Kirishima, her voice quiet so only he could hear, “You don’t think he’s decided
on her?”

“We’re about to find out…” he muttered back.

Uraraka's eyes searched Bakugo's for a sign or signal that he was playing a cruel joke on her, but she
found no trace of humor in them. If she hadn’t known any better, it appeared the red color of his eyes
was beginning to glow. She flashed a nervous smile, her instincts telling her to run and get away, but
she was enraptured in a twisted fashion, “What? So you’re the Devil?”

At that moment, the shades of the shop dropped causing the room to go dark immediately. In the
shadows of the flowers, Uraraka saw the silhouette of wings stretch towards the ceiling as Bakugo’s
skin faded to grey, a dark halo forming around his head.

Uraraka felt her mouth turn dry and her blood run cold but she stood unmoving and unshaken.

“So what’ll it be, angel-face?” Bakugo’s voice reverberated in her ears and into her mind, “Make a
deal with me and I’ll cure your father and make sure your family doesn’t have to work another day
of their mortal lives unless they feel like it.”

She took a deep swallow as she studied the being before her, “And what would the Devil want with
me?”

Bakugo extended his hand to her, curling his claws in a beckoning fashion, “In exchange, you’ll
become my wife.”

Uraraka’s face fell, “Wife? So if I agree to marry you… you’ll heal Papa and make sure he and
Mama are taken care of?”

“You’re not as damn dense as you look,” Bakugo growled, his grin wide and white as his eyes
illuminated further in the dark, “So? Do we have a deal?”

For a moment, Uraraka felt she’d faint but instead, she hugged the roses closer to her chest. As the
light floral aroma filled her senses, her eyes trailed down, making a study of them in the dark of the
room. Even in the shadows, the white roses seemed to glow softly. She felt her heart turn in her chest
as she recalled the countless bouquets she had made of them for brides and how she had resigned
herself to never become one. It was ironic given all she had lost that the Devil would want her now.
If she sacrificed her soul, it would mean her father’s health and her family’s security. To Uraraka’s
own horror, there was no hesitation or questioning in her heart on what her decision should be.

Inhaling sharply, Uraraka extended her hand, looking directly into Bakugo’s eyes as she did, “Deal.”

“Your left hand,” Bakugo ordered.

Nervously, Uraraka shifted the bouquet in her arms then extended her left hand. Bakugo’s claws
curled around it then she felt a quick burning sensation as if she had her finger held over a candle for
a moment. She yelped and yanked her hand away, noticing that around her left ring finger was a tiny
burn mark that resembled a circle of rose thorns.

Bakugo smirked as his wings slowly retracted and he turned back into his human form, “It’s a deal,
then.”

Uraraka’s eyes widened as she realized what had just happened, “T-Then Papa--?”

Bakugo huffed, adjusting his cloak as he signaled to Kirishima and Ashido, who was standing there
in shock as to what had just transpired, “He’ll be better by nightfall and cured in the morning.”

“And the money--?” she squeaked.

“My coach will come to get you this afternoon before supper. I’ll have my servants come help you
grab your essentials and we’ll move you into my manor tomorrow.”

“T-that’s not proper! We’re not even married yet!” She screeched.

Bakugo’s face fell in disbelief, “You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

“If you’re the Devil and I’m supposed to be your wife,” Uraraka began as she hugged the bouquet to
her chest,”Shouldn’t we have some sort of semi-tragic themed ceremony, where the souls of the dead
sing our wedding hymn and Satan marry us?”

“I can’t tell if she’s joking or not…” Kirishima whispered to Ashido.

Bakugo held up two fingers while shaking his head, “First of all, fuck no and secondly, Hell no
because I’m not asking my grandfather to marry us.”

“I want a wedding,” Uraraka declared, waving her left hand in his face as she wiggled her ring
finger, “I’m twenty years old and will be twenty-one in December. Do you have any idea how many
weddings I’ve been too and what a burden I’ve been on my family?! And you can’t expect the bride
of the Devil to have a burn mark as her wedding ring, can you?!”

This time, Bakugo’s mouth twitched, unable to hide his surprise at her outgoingness and immediate
acceptance of her situation, “Y-you’re fucking serious right now?!”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” She asked, smiling cheerfully as she nuzzled her bouquet, “Besides, it’s
kind of smooth of you to have gotten a bouquet just to give it to me.”

What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Bakugo lamented to himself.

“He’s totally thrown off right now,” Ashido observed.

Bakugo shot back at his two demons, “Did you say something, you damned idiots?!”

Kirishima shrugged, smiling as he gave a thumbs up, “Looks like you’re gettin’ hitched, buddy!”

“I’ll fucking kill you!” Bakugo yelled, clenching his fists as he looked back over his shoulder at the
grinning Uraraka. In deals he had made previously, Bakugo always felt like he was getting the better
end of the bargain, but for some reason, he was second guessing this one. Whatever. I go through the
fucking motions, get hitched, and off her on the wedding night. I can handle this shit for another few
weeks.

Uraraka looked past Bakugo to Ashido and Kirishima, “Who are you two then?”

Kirishima bowed, grinning widely as he did, “I’m Eijiro Kirishima, my lady.”

Ashido bounced up and down as she pointed to herself, “And I’m Mina Ashido. We serve the
Devil.”

“Huh. So are you two devils as well?” Uraraka asked.

Her composure threw the three off. Usually, the sight of an ethereal being made mortals cower in
fear and pray to God, but Uraraka seemed pleasant and curious about them.

“No,” Kirishima replied, scratching the back of his head as he did, “We’re demons.”

Uraraka smiled warmly, placing the bouquet on the counter as she.“Oh, my mistake!”

“Wait a fucking minute,” Bakugo moved to her, hovering over her face with a suspicious glare,
“Why are you so damn calm right now? Don’t you understand what you’ve just done?”

Uraraka’s smile faded to a serious look. Behind her rich colored eyes was a fire that Bakugo caught
with intent, “Damnation is a small price to pay if it means my family is well and taken care of.”

“You’re not fucking damned, Uraraka,” Bakugo grumbled, rolling his eyes at her as he did, “You’re
marrying the Devil.”

“Don’t people who usually make pacts with the Devil end up in Hell?” Uraraka asked, her eyebrow
quirking upwards as she did.

Bakugo let out a laugh, shaking his head, “What the fuck have you done in your small little life that
would warrant you going to Hell?”

Uraraka thought for a moment before she looked down at the floor, sadly, “I’ve known a man out of
wedlock.”

“Great, so you fucked someone?” Bakugo snickered, “If that was really a Hell-worthy trespass then
Hell would be a lot more crowded.” Noticing her silence and sorrow growing, Bakugo’s eye
twitched with annoyance, “You really think that shit would make you go to Hell?”

Uraraka shook her head slowly, shrugging as she did, “I guess if you’re saying it doesn’t… But…”

“You’re not going to Hell, Uraraka,” Bakugo said sharply, assuring in a warped way.

Uraraka looked up at him through her dark eyelashes, “How would you know that?”

“Because I’m the Devil. I know whose souls I get.” he snapped, “You ask too many damn
questions.”

Uraraka bit her bottom lip, her eyes remained sad and he felt she was keeping something from him.
Deciding not to pry, Bakugo huffed, snapping his fingers and the blinds shot up to illuminate the
room once more.

“I would like a wedding, please.” Uraraka asked softly, “You gave me those white roses, after all.
Might I turn them into my own bouquet?”

Bakugo felt his temper flare up, gritting his cigarette holder between his teeth. He hands became
clenched hard before he took a long inhale of his cigarette, holding in his breath for a moment before
the smoke came from his nose. He couldn’t stand her being so melancholy, “Fine.”

Her eyes immediately lit up, “Really?”

“What the fuck did I just say?”

Uraraka held her lips together, as she nervously twirled one of the strands of her hair around her
finger, “Could I also have a ring? Please?”

“Oh for fuck sake--!”

“It would make my parents feel more secure.”

Bakugo seethed with irritation as he tapped his foot, “Fine! What the hell do you want?”

Uraraka crossed one arm across her chest to hold the other one as she smiled sweetly, “It’s a tradition
that a husband picks his wife’s ring.”

“Jesus Chr-- Ugh--! Will it shut you up?!”

“Yes.”

“Fucking fine!”

Ashido and Kirishima watched in amazement as the two went back and forth with Uraraka’s
requests. They had never seen Bakugo negotiate with someone whom he had made a deal with
before.

“Kirishima, Ashido, we’re fucking going now!” Bakugo ordered, flipping his cape as he moved
towards the exit, “Have your bags ready when I get back with your damn ring!”

Uraraka smiled with satisfaction, putting her hands behind her back as she followed after him,
“Wait.”

Bakugo whirled around, his eyes red with rage, “What the fuck is it now?!”

Before he could even react further, Uraraka leaned over and kissed his cheek, causing Bakugo to jolt
back as if he had just been electrified. To the surprise and amusement of his companions, Bakugo’s
face flushed bright red as he stared at Uraraka, holding his cheek as if she had slapped him.

“Well, that’s not a reaction I’ve gotten before,” Uraraka giggled, “If I’m going to be your wife,
shouldn’t I be affectionate towards you?”

Bakugo shook his head to regain his composure and stormed up to her again, towering over her as
she continued to smile up at him, “Let’s get one thing perfectly fucking clear, alright? I don’t do
affection. I fuck or nothing at all, do you understand?”

Uraraka frowned, “You’ve got a lot to learn about how a marriage works then, Mr. Bakugo.”

A low rumble of a laugh came from the back of Bakugo’s throat, “What could a damn little innocent
like you teach me, cheeks?”

She gathered her courage to stand on her toes, causing herself to almost be at his eye level, “Try me.”

“I fully intend to.” Bakugo replied, licking his lips. The look he gave her was that of a lion ready to
devour a lamb, causing a chill to run down Uraraka’s spine, “I’ll be back. Don’t keep me waiting
when I return.”

“Y-Yes,” Uraraka stammered, watching him as he left the shop with Ashido and Kirishima at his
heels. The events that had just transpired set in and her legs gave out once more, sending Uraraka to
her knees as she began to pray. But before she could utter a single devotion, she remembered what
Bakugo had said. Gathering her resolve, Uraraka ran upstairs, calling out as she did, “Mama! Mama!
How’s Papa?!”

Uraraka’s mother ran to meet her in the hall, “You won’t believe this, Ochako, but he’s stopped
coughing up blood and he’s finally resting!” Tears began to well in Uraraka’s eyes when she realized
Bakugo had meant what he said and that her parents were going to be fine. She ran over, throwing
her arms around her mother’s waist as they embraced deeply, “Thank God!”

Uraraka winced at her mother’s words, thinking to herself, For once, I’ll thank the Devil.

+++

Bakugo raged down the street, mumbling under his breath as Kirishima and Ashido kept a few steps
behind, “So what now, boss?”

“Did you not fucking hear me? We’re getting her a damn ring.” Bakugo bellowed, “Where’s a
goddamn jewelry store?!”

“This is an awful lot of effort for someone you’re just planning on having us get rid of,” Ashido
pointed out, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were impressed with her in an odd way.”

Bakugo halted before turning back to them, “I’m giving her a false sense of security. I can’t have her
fucking running off before we get married or I’ll never get the old hag off of the throne.”

“There’s lots of other women on this planet, Bakugo,” Kirishima stated, “I’m surprised you’d want
such a frail girl.”

The Devil turned on his heels, letting out a humorless brief laugh, “Ha! What part of her was frail?
She’ll keep things interesting so I don’t get too bored. We’ll get hitched and then she’ll get whacked,
go to heaven, and I reign in Hell.”

“She seemed sweet though… it’s a shame.” Ashido lamented, becoming sad as she did, “I like
Ochako. I think she’s a good person.”

“Which is exactly why I chose her,” Bakugo chuckled, “I’ll play her little games and let her think
she’s safe, ring her, wed her, and then you guys can kill her.”

Kirishima sighed, looking up a the clear blue sky, while enjoying the sun on his face, “Well, it’ll be
nice while it lasts.”

As they walked, Bakugo’s attention was caught by a shining window, glittering with jewels and
gold. He smirked and approached, eyeing the pieces as he walked about the exterior. In the window,
he spotted a beautiful black diamond piece. It was designed in striking detail, with the rose gold band
featuring a floral motif with a variety of side black diamonds.

Without his realizing, Bakugo began to wonder how Uraraka would react and if she would like it.
Shaking the thoughts from his head, he growled at his own mind.

It didn’t matter if she liked it or not, she wouldn’t be wearing it long enough for it to matter either
way.
 Don’t Stop The Devil
Chapter by Marle

In Bakugo’s gloved hand rested a small black box opened, sitting on a pillow of blue satin. Within it
was the black diamond ring he had selected for Uraraka, who stood with a gaping mouth as she
looked at the jewelry outstretched before her.

“I’m assuming this is fucking good enough?” Bakugo muttered through his teeth, not looking at her.

Uraraka said nothing, her eyes wide, as she nodded. Bakugo grumbled as he took the ring from its
small resting place, grasping Uraraka’s left hand as he slipped it onto her ring-finger, covering the
scar that represented their deal.

The strange situation she had gotten herself into kept revealing its complexity, as Bakugo’s lavish
carriage pulled up at the front of her shop. Her fiancé was unphased by expenses and had little
concern with being perceived as decadent, which contrasted many of the well-reserved gentlemen
that had come into Uraraka’s shop. Her mind was still reeling over the fact she had made a deal with
the Devil.

Uraraka bag rested next to the shop’s counter, causing Bakugo to look around in irritation, “I thought
I told you to have your shit ready when I get back.”

“This is all I have,” She replied, honestly.

Bakugo looked down at the bag then back up at Uraraka, his eyes skeptical, “You’ve got to be
fucking kidding me.”

“No… that’s literally all I have,” Uraraka replied, slightly offended at his tone, “And I have one
more request of you.”

“What the fuck is it now?” Bakugo huffed, his temper flaring.

Uraraka smiled as she moved to the foot of the stairs leading up to the apartments above, “Papa!
Mama! He’s here!”

Bakugo cursed under his breath as he folded his arms, taking a drag of his cigarette as he tapped his
holder. His stomach twisted as he watched Uraraka’s parents descend from the staircase, impressed
at the improved state of her father.

“Mama, Papa, this is Katsuki Bakugo, he’s the man who has asked to marry me.” Uraraka said,
kindly, smiling at Bakugo as she did.

Kirishima leaned into Bakugo, “You should be polite. It could cause problems if you’re not.”

“Fuck off, shitty hair,” Bakugo grumbled, as he stepped forward towards her family. Bakugo’s eyes
darted from them to Uraraka and back, forcing a smile as he moved forward, “Mr. and Mrs. Uraraka,
I am pleased to meet you and humbly hope you’ll allow me to marry Ochako.”

“O-of course,” Mr. Uraraka coughed lightly, “But, Mr. Bakugo, I must confess that we have nothing
to offer you for her.”

“We’re very grateful that such an affluent man has taken a shine to Ochako, but my husband is right,
sir,” Mrs. Uraraka stated, her eyes filled with concern, “We have no dowry for our daughter.”

Bakugo decided to work his charm, a sense of ease covering the room as Bakugo stepped towards
Uraraka, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as he gave a reassuring squeeze, “It’s not your
daughter’s perspective wealth that intrigued me, but her spirit and wit.”

Uraraka felt her face flush as she looked up at him, she couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or just
flattering for the sake of her family.

“We won’t be far,” Bakugo assured, grinning cunningly as he did, “Merely just outside of town. My
manor has many rooms and is always open to you.”

Mrs. Uraraka let out a sigh of relief, “And when will your wedding be?”

“Next week.”

“What?!” Uraraka and her parents exclaimed in unison.

“Is there a problem?” Bakugo asked, gritting his teeth to hold his grin.

“You can’t plan a wedding in a week! Do you know how much goes into it?” Uraraka exclaimed.

Bakugo shifted on his feet, dropping his hand from around her shoulder, and moving his hand to his
cigarette holding, “Why should it take longer?”

“T-There’s the dress, the flowers, the venue, the cake, the invitations--!” Uraraka rattled off, counting
on her fingers as she did, looking back at Bakugo, who she noticed was becoming visibly frustrated.

“I mean, you two could just elope… It’s not like we have a big family, Ochako.” Mr. Uraraka
pointed out, “As long as we could see you get married, your mother and I would be happy.”

“An elopement seems fitting,” Bakugo commented dryly, warranting a look from Uraraka that
reflected her displeasure. He stifled a groan before he said, “But if you want a party we can arrange
for one later after we’re married. I’d rather not wait.”

Mr. Uraraka cleared his throat, seeming relieved to be breathing deeply, “I’m not so sure about her
living with you prior to the elopement.”

“Please, Papa, we’ve been over this,” Uraraka insisted, “It’ll be easier on you and Mama if I live
there, even awaiting the marriage. Mr. Bakugo has plenty of rooms, as he stated, therefore I’m sure
we can live in separate areas and maintain dignity until we’re wed.”

“Yes, but what will the neighbors say?” Mrs. Uraraka cried, holding her hand to her cheek in
concern, “We don’t want your reputation to suffer.”

“More than it already has after a failed engagement?” Uraraka pointed out. While she smiled sweetly,
Bakugo picked up on a deep bitterness in her voice. It was a sound he hadn’t heard come from her
previously and it made him somewhat curious to know why it was a sore subject.

Mr. Uraraka frowned sadly, hugging Uraraka as he did, “We just want you to have everything you
want, my love. If you wish to go with him, then go. But please, let us know what you decide. I
would love to see my daughter wed to a man who can look after her.”

“Of course, Papa,” Uraraka assured, kissing her father on the cheek before moving and embracing
her mother, “I will send word as soon as we decide what we’re doing.”
Mrs. Uraraka hugged her daughter tightly, her eyes misting with tears as she did, “Of course, my
sweet. Please, please let us know as soon as possible.”

Uraraka nodded, giving her mother a kiss on the cheek as well before she picked up her bag, which
Kirishima took from her almost immediately. Bakugo offered her his arm, which she took hesitantly,
looking back at her family as they left the shop. Ashido was waiting in the driver’s seat as Kirishima
placed Uraraka’s bag up with her before opening the coach. Bakugo helped Uraraka climb in before
he followed, closing the door behind them. He watched Uraraka’s parents come to the entrance,
waving at them as Uraraka waved back sadly, her attention not leaving them until they were out of
sight.

It was the first time they were alone.

Bakugo watched Uraraka as she leaned against the side of the carriage, watching the streets’
activities as they rode by.

A few moments of silence passed between them before she spoke, “This is probably the fanciest
coach I’ve ever seen, let alone rode it.”

“I can’t fucking believe you only have a sack of your belongings.” Bakugo commented, folding his
arms as he did, “I would’ve expected at least a damn trunk or something.”

Uraraka turned her attention to him, “I don’t have a need for a lot of clothes. It’s not like I can afford
them anyway.”

Bakugo grunted, taking a deep inhale of his cigarette before exhaling with a rough breath, “You’re
not wearing around those rags all the time. Not as my wife.”

Uraraka smiled gratefully, “I don’t need a lot. I still can’t get over this ring you bought me.”

Bakugo shifted in his seat, fixating on Uraraka, “You have to be one of the easiest to please mortals
I’ve ever met.”

“I hope I can make an agreeable wife,” Uraraka replied, sincerely.

Letting out a snort of a laugh, Bakugo tilted his head to the side, examining Uraraka with a skeptical
gaze, “So what do you desire now then?”

Uraraka gaze met his, her expression soft and gentle, “I desire us to be happy together.”

Bakugo growled as he turned his attention out the window. For some reason, her truthfulness was
annoying him. He couldn’t wait to be rid of her. She caused an uncomfortable stirring in his chest
that was agitating and her sweetness was bordering nauseating to him.

“I was wondering,” Uraraka began, her voice small but inquiring, “Why would the Devil need a
bride? Shouldn’t you have a harem or something?”

Bakugo puffed out a laugh, his eyes shifting to look at her, “What? You think I should be married?
Or have a ton of women at my beck and call?”

Uraraka moved over, sitting next to him, which caused him to scoot away from her in surprise, “I
figured the Devil would have women every night or a band of witches that were devoted to him or
something like that.”

“Mortals have such stupid ideas…” Bakugo grumbled, “For your information, as I stated before, I
don’t have a wife. I don’t make love. I fuck who I want when I want, and that’s all there is to it. Why
bother with a harem if I can have who I want anyway?”

Uraraka’s face fell as she pouted, “Are you going to continue to do that after we’re married?”

Bakugo sighed, tapping the side of his temple as he carefully thought out his choice of words, “As
long as we are married, I won’t.” He wasn’t lying, but he also wasn’t betting on her living long
enough for it to be an issue.

His answer seemed to make Uraraka happy, as her body relaxed against the side of the coach and her
smile returned. Thank Satan, for he found her unbearable when she looked sad.

“So…”

“What the fuck is it now?”

“So, what would you expect of me?” Uraraka asked softly.

Bakugo took his cigarette holder from his mouth, tapping on it as he began to think. In truth, he
hadn’t given any thought to what he would want from Uraraka. He fully intended on having
Kirishima cut her thread on their wedding night before there would even be an opportunity to
experience marriage. As the wheels in his head began to turn, Bakugo realized that until they had
established a date to be wed that he would have to deal with and possibly interact with her on a daily
basis.

“Just do whatever a damn wife would do,” Bakugo spat back, crossing his legs as he sunk into his
seat.

Uraraka pursed her lips together as she felt her face grow hot, “All the things a wife would do?”

Bakugo scowled at her suspiciously, “What the fuck are you getting at?”

Shifting in her seat, Uraraka pushed a strand of hair behind her ears as she replied, “I mean all of the
things a wife would do… including share your bed.”

To her dismay, Bakugo started laughing, shaking his head as he leaned away from her, “You say it
like you’re fucking school maid. You’re not a virgin, why dance around the damn subject?”

“Because,” Uraraka replied timidly, twisting her skirt in her hands, “I’ve only known one man.”

Rolling his eyes, Bakugo’s reflected his amusement, “One man? You’re acting like you’ve worked
in a brothel and are a reformed nun with the type of remorse you’re displaying right now.” Noticing
her demeanor unchanging, he felt compelled to continue, “I take that back. I’ve had reformed nuns,
you’re acting a Hell of a lot worse.”

Uraraka turned away from him, looking at the other side of the carriage with a blank stare.

Before he could stop himself, the question spilled out of his lips, “Why did your last engagement
end?”

Uraraka opened her mouth to speak, but instead it twisted into a false smile, “He decided he didn’t
want us anymore.”

“‘Us’?” Stop asking stupid questions.

“He didn’t want me anymore.” she corrected, lightly touching her collar bone as she indicated to
herself.

Bakugo squinted at her, “Do you always smile when you’re sad?”

Uraraka sighed, slumping her shoulders, though her smile remained, “It makes it hurt less.”

“Well stop it,” Bakugo ordered, gritting his teeth, “If you’re sad, then be sad. If you’re angry then get
fucking angry. Don’t put on some damn fake airs just to make me happy.”

“But--”

“You want to be an agreeable wife, right? Then agree with your husband. I don’t want some bullshit
lies from you.” Bakugo barked, shaking his finger at her as he did, “You tell me the truth or nothing
at all. And stop with your damn tragic airs. You’re marrying up, your old man will live, and you’re
going to be stupid wealthy.”

Uraraka blinked, surprised by Bakugo’s outburst and demands, “Thank you.”

“What the fuck for?”

“For asking me to be authentic. Most men want their wives to smile and nod, even if they’re not
happy.”

“Well fuck those pieces of shit,” Bakugo snapped, folding his arms once more as he turned his
attention out of the window, “I won’t have my wife being some fake-ass doll. You’ll tell me what
you’re thinking and feeling as it is, got it? If I find out you’re fucking lying to me then we’ll have
issues.”

“Right.” Uraraka hummed in reply.

They were quiet for a few minutes after that, but Bakugo’s posture became more relaxed. When the
manor came into view, Uraraka sat up straight, leaning towards the window with an enchanted gaze,
her lips parting as she let out a quiet gasp in surprise.

Morningstar Manor was more glorious than she had imagined, though a part of her was confused as
she couldn’t recall seeing it anytime before. Such a grand house would be something she would
remember, but despite her best efforts, she couldn’t. Uraraka turned to Bakugo with a confused
expression, “Has… this always been here?”

“No,” Bakugo replied truthfully, “I restored it. It was in ruins when I arrived.”

Uraraka nodded, “I see.” As they passed through the gatehouse, Uraraka slid from one side of the
carriage to the other, taking in the gardens and sights around the manor’s grounds, “This is all ours?”

“No, part of it belongs to Kirishima… Yes, dammit! It’s all ours!”

Uraraka’s face lit up as she looked back at him, “Can I tend the gardens?!”

Bakugo raised an eyebrow at her comment, “I’ve never heard of a woman desiring to be covered in
filth as much as you.”

“Dirt isn’t filth, it’s natural and brings life.” Uraraka retorted, grinning as she did. Clearly, the insult
was one she was familiar with for she had a response without a pause.

When they pulled up to the door, Kirishima hopped down with Ashido as Kaminari and Sero met
them at the entrance. There was a moment of surprise when Uraraka followed Bakugo from the
carriage, causing the two to exchange glances before looking at their Prince.

“Who is this, my lord?” Kaminari asked, eyeing Uraraka as he did.

“This is to be my wife. This is Lady Ochako,” Bakugo introduced, helping Uraraka from the coach.

“Oh, please, I’m no lady!” Uraraka insisted, waving her hands as she did, looking at Bakugo before
back to the four, “Just Ochako or Uraraka is fine for me.”

“She’ll be Bakugo soon enough, but if you’re rude to her, you’ll answer to me. Do you idiots
fucking get that?” Bakugo hissed, folding his arms and letting the smoke come from his nose as he
did.

“Yes, sir!” They repeated eagerly. After all, with Bakugo having secured a wife it meant they would
be going home soon enough.

Kaminari stepped forward, bowing to her as he did, “Please, madam, let me help you with your
things.”

Kirishima held up Uraraka’s bag, grinning slightly as he did, “This is it, dude!”

Kaminari and Sero’s jaws dropped in surprise, “You’re kidding me!”

Noticing Uraraka’s faded smile, Bakugo growled grabbing her wrist and tugged it, leading her into
the manor, “Take her things to her room.”

As Uraraka entered into the Morningstar Manor, her eyes lit up as she spun around. It was the finest
house she had ever been in, with lavish furnishings and paintings. There was something mystical
about the air as the sunlight came through the high windows, illuminating the rooms with a warm
color. Bakugo halted for a moment, noticing the way the light caught on Uraraka’s features. Hell was
dark and dull in comparison to the light and brilliant colors of the Mortal Coil. He didn’t see colors
like the ones in her hair and eyes in Hell, or the way that the sun illuminated her naturally pink
cheeks. Dismissing his prolonged attention immediately, Bakugo lightly tugged at Uraraka’s wrist
once more.

“This way.” He led her up the grand staircase, where she continued to gap in awe and wonder at the
surroundings. Kirishima followed a few paces behind with Uraraka’s bag, carefully and quietly
observing his friend, who had slowed his rushed pace to let Uraraka look around more. A part of him
was feeling guilty at her having been chosen, but Kirishima found some solace in the fact that she
would be going to Heaven and his Prince would finally be King as he wanted. He opened the door
to the bedroom, where Uraraka almost fell over. It was a glorious canopy bed that reached all the
way to the ceiling, wrapped in green colors of earth, the sky painted on the coffered ceiling, with
decorative dentil molding lining the length of the room.

“Since you seem concerned with ‘decency’, this will be your room for now,” Bakugo stated,
signaling to Kirishima to unpack her bag to the wardrobe.

Uraraka flushed for a brief moment before turning to Bakugo, “Where will you sleep?”

“Our bedroom is down the hallway,” Bakugo replied with a devilish smirk. It was the way he said
‘our’ that made her body shiver in anticipation. She shook off the emotion, holding her hands close
to her chest as she guarded herself.

“Does the Devil have to sleep?” Uraraka asked quietly.

Bakugo took a step towards her, his warm frame standing dangerously close to hers as his face
hovered over her own, “If I fucking feel like it... otherwise I can think of other things I could be
doing in the late night hours.”

Uraraka took a small step backward as she grinned back at him, “There will be plenty of time for
such things after you’ve made me an honest woman.”

The heat of Bakugo’s gaze raked over her, realizing there was a sense of desire behind his eyes,
which took her off guard. It was the first time she noticed he was interested in her, more than just
their arrangement. Feeling her body temperature increase, Uraraka immediately turned to Kirishima,
“I can take care of the rest. I’d rather not have a gentleman handling my undergarments.”

“You sound like a real damn prude, you know that?” Bakugo snickered, amused at her effort to
appear reserved. She smelled like a mix of the floral shop she worked in and a new scent of lust
caught his senses.

Uraraka huffed, looking at Bakugo as she crossed to her wardrobe, “I’d like to change before dinner!
Leave me!”

Kirishima bowed slightly before immediately exiting, but Bakugo remained into the doorway, taking
another long drag from his cigarette holder as his attention lingered on Uraraka, who had set about
with putting the remainder of her things away. As she took down her hair, Uraraka felt his presence
still in the room, causing her to look over her shoulder back at him, “I asked you to leave me.”

“I wasn’t sure if you’d require some assistance.” he offered gingerly, his accursed smirk gracing his
lips as he did.

Uraraka shook her head, waving him away, “Go! I am perfectly capable of changing without you!”

Bakugo waved a mocking bow as he grabbed the door handle, “My lady.”

When the door shut, Uraraka felt her breath caught in her chest as her mind began to swirl if she let
him stay. Struggling to dismiss her thoughts, Uraraka gripped the sides of the wardrobe, letting her
head fall as she clenched her jaw in frustration, “Don’t be so quick to swoon… you remember what
happened the last time.”

+++

Uraraka sat at the end of the large dining room table, her eyes wide as she stood, dumbstruck as to
what she had just witnessed. A fantastic feast appeared out of thin air as she put her napkin on her
lap. Bakugo, Ashido, Sero, and Kirishima began eating without a moment’s pause.

Noticing her hesitation, Bakugo waved his fork at the food, “Eat.”

“Y-you can’t do this!”

“Can’t do what?” Bakugo asked, cutting into the chicken on his plate.

Uraraka stood up, waving her hand over the table, “You can’t just hocus pocus food to appear here!”

Bakugo frowned, taking a bite of his food and sipping on his wine, “You can’t fucking expect me to
do everything a mortal would do.”

“N-no, but these kinds of things would draw severe question and attention if we had guests!”
Uraraka exclaimed, “You’ll have to let me cook and do things the normal way.”
Sero waved a turkey leg in the air, “Oh! I’d love to try your cooking, milady!”

“Isn’t that supposed to be your job?” Bakugo growled, tapping his finger in irritation.

Uraraka sighed, taking a hesitant sip of her wine as she eyed her new companions. For some reason,
when she imagined Hellspawns she thought they’d be much more terrifying and aggressive, but
Bakugo and his companions seemed inclined to delight in the mortal decadence. There were so many
questions running through her head, but she was also mindful of her fiancé's quick temper. Noticing
her silence, Bakugo turned to Uraraka, “You can’t tell me there isn’t something on this table that
doesn’t appeal to you.”

“N-no, that’s not it,” Uraraka stammered, taking her fork and picking a few pieces of beef from a
platter, “It’s just in great houses the food is normally served to the family. This is more of a boarding
house reach kind of situation.”

“Noted,” Bakugo stated, folding his hands, “What else should we be doing to not raise suspicion?”

“Well, food and objects appearing out of thin air are two big ones…” Uraraka commented into her
cup as she took a drink of her wine, “There are certain protocols that should be adhered to in society.
For example, we should have an announcement of our engagement and then of our wedding in the
paper.”

“Humans have such fucking stupid rituals…” Bakugo muttered under his breath.

“And when we’re out in public, we should always have a chaperone until we’re married.”

Leaning back in his chair, a low chuckle emitted from the depths of Bakugo’s chest, “I’m pretty sure
once it gets out you’re living here that people will make their own assumptions - with or without a
watchdog at our heels.”

Uraraka saw the flash of intent in his eyes, making her quiver slightly as she gripped her knife and
fork, continuing to eat her meal. In truth, it was the finest food she’d had in ages - if not her whole
life, “Well, we’ll start with the basics of how we’ll run our household and go from there. I would like
to have company some evenings, especially since my friends are so dear to me.”

Annoying wench, “Fine.”

+++

While dinner was amazing, Uraraka had to admit that allowing Bakugo to clean up with a snap was
much easier than hand-washing everything. It was a surprise to her when Bakugo stated he was
retiring early, however it allowed her the opportunity to retreat to settle in for the night. When she
returned to her room, she noticed a chest of drawers had appeared, including several new garments
within her wardrobe. Uraraka was astounded by the beautiful fabrics and dresses, including new
nightwear and undergarments. Recalling Bakugo’s promise that she would not have a limited fashion
sense as his wife, she giggled in glee as she held the dresses up to herself, spinning around in front of
the full-length mirror in her dressing area.

Uraraka changed into her nightgown before hopping into bed, snuggling into the luxurious sheets,
plush mattress, and pillows. She lay still for a few minutes before realizing it was too quiet and she
was too excited to sleep. Taking an oil lamp at her side, Uraraka decided to explore the manor. It was
dark, but the moonlight shone through the windows, illuminating the hallways. The only sound she
heard was the chirping of the crickets and frogs outside, with the occasional sound of an owl or other
winged bird of the night. It was a stark contrast to the sounds of the city she was used to.
She moved past the dining room, down the front hall over to a parlor, which was larger than any she
had seen before. On the ceiling were the constellations of the stars, with a large Arabian style lamp
hanging from a skylight in the center. The room was lined with plants and seating areas, including a
small serving trolly, which she was excited to use for afternoon tea with her friends. As she walked
down the long hallway to the next room, Uraraka felt the hairs on the back of her neck began to
stand on end, as sensing eyes upon her. Whirling around with her lamp out, she jumped, letting out a
scream as a shadow fell upon her.

“Goddammit, Ochako! Why are you screaming?!” Bakugo’s voice hissed from the darkness.
Uraraka held up the light, noticing Bakugo’s glowing red eyes reflecting from the black.

“Katsuki,” she gasped, holding her chest as she steadied her breathing, before hitting his shoulder
lightly, “I thought you were a ghost.”

“You’re fucking kidding me… a ghost?” Bakugo quipped, “You were afraid I was a ghost?”

Uraraka regained her composure, nodding, “Well, yes, I’m scared of ghosts.”

Bakugo placed his hands in his pockets as he looked her up and down, “... You’re shitting me,
right?”

“Yes! Haven’t you ever seen a ghost? They’re all transparent and ghastly!” Uraraka cried, looking
around warily,

“I see them all the time,” Bakugo boasted, “They tend to bow to me.”

“But you’re obviously not a ghost, so it’s okay.” Uraraka sighed in relief.

Bakugo shifted his weight on his feet, quirking an eyebrow in amusement at his bride-to-be, “You
mean to tell me that grey skin, fallen halo, and giant fucking wings don’t scare you but a floating
white glowy ghost freaks you out?”

“Yes, exactly.” Uraraka replied immediately, jerking her head as she did.

He wasn’t sure what to make of her logic, but Bakugo could barely hide his entertainment at
Uraraka’s fears. It wasn’t Hellspawns, demons, and the Devil that made her quake, but the thought
of seeing a spectral of the dead - something harmless to her- that made Uraraka scared. Truly, he had
chosen a rather vexing mortal to be his temporary companion, “Well, I can assure you there are no
ghosts in our manor.”

“H-how do you know? This place was here for ages before you restored it. Who knows what
happened on these grounds…” Uraraka replied, her voice quiet as she continued to peer around the
darkness.

“The same thing that happens on any old property - death, debauchery, laughter, life… don’t
worry… no seances, restless souls, or devil-worshipping here so no ghosts.” Bakugo assured,
walking past her before turning back to her, “Why are you up wandering around anyway?”

Uraraka tapped the side of her lamp with her nails, as she looked away, almost embarrassed as she
did, “It’s so quiet and I couldn’t sleep so I decided to get up and look around the house some more.”

“It’s late, you should get some sleep.” It didn’t matter to him what she did, but Bakugo wasn’t about
to have a half-conscious consort in the morning at breakfast. There were things he could be doing
now, like working in his office, but instead, he felt inclined to make sure Uraraka was settled for the
night.
Uraraka looked at Bakugo, “Do we have any milk and honey?”

“I can make some if you want it.” Bakugo replied, dryly.

Uraraka moved to him, taking his arm as she did, “Please, if you don’t mind, take me to the kitchen.”

Sighing in irritation, Bakugo escorted her to the kitchen, where Uraraka got to work with a kettle and
milk.

“I can heat that up for you, you know,” Bakugo reminded her, his voice sharp.

Uraraka smiled sweetly in the darkness, “Please let me do some things on my own, alright?”

“Fine.”

Several minutes passed as Uraraka heated the stove and began warming the milk in the kettle.
Neither of them spoke, just watched the warm glow of the lamp and the stove as the wood caught
fire.

When Uraraka finally spoke, her tone was soft and sweet, “You never answered me earlier.”

“About what?” he replied, folding his arms as he did.

“Why does the Devil need a bride?” Uraraka asked again.

Bakugo hmphed and rolled his eyes, “Best you not know.”

“I’m to be your wife, I think I should know. I can’t imagine from what you’ve told me that it's
because you’re lonely.” Uraraka observed in a matter-of-fact tone.

Bakugo ground his teeth, “I am not lonely. If you must know, it’s a means to an end for both of us.”

“Which means--?”

“You ask too many fucking questions.” the Devil hissed, his temper flaring, causing the flames of the
lamp and stove to spark higher.

Bakugo wasn’t sure how to react to Uraraka’s lack of concern for his temper. He was used to people
cowering or begging him to calm, but she would either not show any sort of reaction or she would
start to giggle. Even as the flames jumped, she didn’t.

“So can you control fire?” Uraraka asked as she began to search the cabinets for a cup.

Letting out a disgruntled growl, Bakugo leaned against the counter, as he watched her go about the
room, “When I’m close to it… my body warmth seems to increase as well with my anger.”

“I see. Well, I’ll be sure to make you quite irritated in the winter to ensure the house stays warm.”
Uraraka cheered merrily, placing two cups and saucers onto the counter, as she took the kettle from
the stove, pouring the hot milk into both, “Honey, please?”

With a snap of his fingers, a small jar of honey appeared, causing Uraraka to bounce with delight, “Is
it a sin to have sweets with my milk after dinner?”

Stifling a laugh, Bakugo was unable to control a grin from forming on his lips, “I’m certain that it
will damn you to Hell immediately.”
Uraraka giggled as she dripped a small drop of honey into both cups, handing Bakugo one, “It’ll be
worth it.”

She clinked their cups together before taking a sip with her pinky out, enjoying the warm sweet
liquid as it warmed her being. Never having sampled honey milk before, Bakugo found the flavor
intriguing, but a far cry from the spice he preferred. He almost had wished to add cayenne to it but
decided to let Uraraka lead on the recipe.

Wrapping both of her hands around the warmed cup, Uraraka’s playful brown eyes glinted in the
darkness, “So what’s your favourite color?”

“Really?” Bakugo groaned, “I don’t fucking do small talk.”

“How are we supposed to get to know one another if we don’t talk about the small things?” Uraraka
asked, sweetly.

Damn woman, “I like the color red and black.”

“I love pink and black.” Uraraka chimed, smiling as she did, “So we both like black. What’s Hell
like? Do you torture souls and poke them with a pitchfork?”

Bakugo took another gulp of his milk before setting the cup down on the island between them, “Hell
is whatever the person is sent there thinks it is. In general, it’s just dark and away from light but if a
person thinks it’s fire and brimstone then their Hell will be fire and brimstone.”

“Interesting,” Uraraka remarked, tapping her finger to her chin, “I’ve always heard it’s a place of
fiery punishment until you get closer to Satan. I mean, if you’re following ‘Dante’s Inferno’ then
that’s how it’s set up. Preachers seem to go that route too when they talk about Hell.”

“First of all, Dante was a warped Italian drunkard, who wrote the Divine Comedy after a bad night
drinking.”

Uraraka shook her head in confusion, “It was an epic poem written over almost two decades…”

“And he died a year after finishing it because God didn’t like how close he was with his
representations of Hell, Purgatory, and Heaven,” Bakugo pointed out, “That whole damn ‘divine
mystery’ thing is pretty big with the deity upstairs. God isn’t a big fan about mortal’s representation
of divinity when it’s close to being fucking accurate. ”

“Have you ever seen God?”

“Seen God, heard God, been yelled at by God, cursed by God,” Bakugo drolled, rolling his eyes as
he did, “I am the Devil, after all. Some yahoo thinks that the voice of God tells them to do something
and most of the time it’s just them talking to themselves. Hehehe, I love corrupting the ‘loyal
servants’. You mortals are very arrogant in your beliefs.”

“I see,” Uraraka replied, smiling as she did.

Bakugo took her empty cup and placed it in the sink with his, taking her wrist as he gently tugged for
her to follow. Uraraka laughed quietly as she quickly picked up the lamp, following him as she did.

He led her from the kitchen down one of the corridors to another large room, with cathedral style
ceilings carved from dark wood. The furnishings were dark and the room was harder to see in
compared to the light in the hallways, “Where is this, Katsuki?’
“This is my private study,” Bakugo replied, guiding her over to a large grand piano that became
visible in the darkness, “Never come in here without me, do you understand?”

“Okay,” Uraraka agreed, her voice trembling slightly, “But why not?”

“Because dark things can lurk in here and I do dark deeds still.” Bakugo admitted, without hesitation
as he moved to the keys, patting the seat next to him. Uraraka set the lamp on the edge of the piano’s
opening as Bakugo began to play a soft melody. It was quiet and soothing, with no distinctive song
she could recognize, but it was relaxing nonetheless. Hesitantly, she leaned into him, resting her head
on his shoulder as she closed her eyes. Bakugo tensed up for a brief moment before relaxing,
allowing his fingertips to glide along the keys in a hypnotic rhythm as he played aimlessly.

“I didn’t know the Devil played piano,” Uraraka sighed, a sincere smile forming on her lips.

“When you have centuries of life, you pick up on a few things,” Bakugo replied, thoughtlessly.

“Ha… Music soothes the savage beasts?” She hummed quietly.

“Something like that,” The Devil responded, his voice growing softer as he felt her relax beside him.
A few short minutes passed as Uraraka listened to the gentle melody, it’s indistinctive song allowing
her to listen without concentration. Carefully, Bakugo’s attention turned to Uraraka, whose head was
becoming heavier on his shoulder as he continued to play. In the glow of the low lamp light, Bakugo
admitted to himself that he found her beautiful and enchanting, which was a strange realization for
him. Perhaps being around her and married for a time to her wouldn’t be so bad. After all, Uraraka
was amusing, though annoying, and asked too many questions. However, she was strong in her
convictions, though perplexing in the things that bothered her. It dawned on him that this was the
first evening where they had used each others first names and neither corrected the other.

As Bakugo slowed his melody, Uraraka slumped into him, curling past his shoulder and into the
crook where his arm met his chest. He froze for a moment as he debated to keep playing. With a
great care, he closed the cover over the keyboard, moving gently as he moved his arms around
Uraraka, “Come on, Ochako…”

She mumbled something before curling into him, causing him to shift uncomfortably. Carefully,
Bakugo scooped her up into his arms, her long night gown cascading from his grip as he cradled her
against his chest. Uraraka curled into him, nuzzling her head in the curve of his neck, settling into
him as he carried her through the corridor.

“My lord,” Kirishima’s voice called from the darkness, “When would you like the deed to be done?”

Bakugo looked back into the red eyes that glowed with anticipation of his comrade, shrugging in
indifference, “Not tonight, we’ll be wed soon enough. Do it after the wedding night.”

“After, sir?” Kirishima asked, his voice perking up, “I thought you wanted it after the ceremony.”

“We’ll kill her either after.” Bakugo reinforced, his voice low and quiet, “Now shut up and go to
sleep. If you wake her, I’ll give you fucking Hell to pay. You have no idea how much I’ve had to
entertain her to get this wench to sleep.”

Kirishima disappeared into the darkness, bowing as he did.

Bakugo shifted Uraraka to open the door to her bedroom, walking in silently as he closed the door
behind him. He carried her to her bed where he sat her down, turning down the bed as he laid her
back softly. Before Bakugo could pull away, Uraraka reached up, grabbing at his collar with half-
lidded eyes. Freezing instantly, he felt his heart begin to pulse louder as his face grew hot.
“Stay,” she murmured softly, tugging at him as she did.

Bakugo flashed a grin at her, reaching up and grabbing her hands, “You were the one fucking
worried about decency.”

“Please…” Uraraka pleaded quietly, grasping lightly once more.

A part of Bakugo was tempted to rip away from her, escaping her grasp and plea, but the greater
desire to remain with her coursed through his veins. There would be no harm in staying beside her
tonight. After all, it wasn’t like there would be any intimacy and if anything it would reinforce her
desire to stay with him, further eliminating the risk of her suspicion of his true intent. Bakugo sighed,
nodding to her, which caused Uraraka to release her grip. She watched him as he took off his boots,
removing his cloak, gloves, and tie, before crawling into bed beside her.

Sleepily, Uraraka curled into Bakugo’s chest once more, settling against him as she finally drifted off
into a deep sleep. Bakugo was still as he felt her fingers curl around the fabric of his shirt and listened
to her breathing change. She was so soft and warm that he could barely contain himself. Perhaps
laying with Uraraka had been a bad idea, for Bakugo felt himself weakened in his resolve as desire
flared within him. He dismissed it as a carnal lust, as it had been awhile since he had laid with
anyone, much less anything worth recalling to preoccupy his thoughts.

Instead, Bakugo focused on the sound of Uraraka’s breathing and the faint beating of her gentle heart
against the side of his chest.
 Sympathy for the Devil
Chapter by Marle

As the sun crept in through the curtains, Uraraka sighed, stretching out as she felt pressure around
her waist. She looked down to her horror, noticing Bakugo’s arm draped over her. She shot up and
grabbed her pillow, shrieking loudly as she threw it at his head, awakening him immediately.

“What the fuck?!” Bakugo bellowed, “What the fuck is your problem, round-face?!”

“How dare you!” Uraraka screeched, grabbing the sheets and bringing them up under her chin,
“How dare you invade a lady’s bed while she’s sleeping.”

Bakugo rubbed his face, growling in irritation, “You’re fucking kidding me right? You don’t
remember that it was you who asked me to stay here last night?”

“I-I did??”

“Yes, you fucking did! You damn near latched onto me not to leave!”

Uraraka settled, letting the sheets drop as she began to recall the previous evening. They had shared a
cup of warm milk and honey before Bakugo had taken her to his office, where he played piano for
her until she fell asleep. She vaguely recalled him bringing her back to her room where she had
asked him to remain with her for the night. Her face flustered in embarrassment as she shook her
head, “I-I’m so sorry!”

“Now you’re apologizing?” Bakugo grumbled, crawling from his space beside her out of the bed,
replacing his gloves on his hands.

Uraraka tilted her head to the side, “Why do you wear those all the time? Are you afraid of dirt or
something?”

“No, you idiot!” Bakugo snapped, “I haven’t figured out how to regulate the temperature of my body
yet! I could burn something if I’m not careful!”

Moving from the bed, Uraraka walked over to Bakugo, who became immediately ridgid as she
entered his personal space. Daringly, Uraraka took his hands, examining his palms, while noticing
the sweet smell of warm caramel coming from him. She lightly placed her hands in his, causing him
to freeze as she laced her fingers with his, “I like your hands.”

“Tch,” Bakugo scoffed, yanking his hands away from her, desperate to leave her presence to spare
him the strange and uncomfortable ache in his body from her touch, “You scream at me for being in
your bed and then jeer at me with sentiments? Don’t play fucking games with me, Ochako, you can’t
teach me lessons in cruelty.”

Uraraka furrowed her brows and frowned in distress, “I’m not cruel and I wasn’t jeering!”

Bakugo looked back over his shoulder at her, glaring at her in annoyance, “Just fucking drop it.”

Realization crossed over Uraraka’s expression as her eyes focused on him, “I didn’t mean to hurt
your feelings. I’m not manipulative and I’d never toy with you, Katsuki.”

“I said to fucking drop it! You should listen the first time I say things!” Bakugo yelled, clenching his
hands as they started to sizzle with rage, “Don’t flatter yourself. You didn’t hurt my fucking feelings.
I feel nothing for you.”

Uraraka stood firm as she saw the smoke come from his balled fists, holding her head up and
standing straight, “Now who is being cruel? If you can’t stand me so much, then why bother
proposing to me? Why bring me here?”

Bakugo’s mouth twisted into a snarl as he stomped over to her, standing nose to nose with her as his
eyes darted over her face. She was infuriating, but intriguing. Despite his flared temper, she didn’t
flinch at his outbursts or cower before him.

Roughly, Bakugo grabbed her chin, his hands becoming increasingly warm as his irritation boiled in
his blood, “We’re a means to an end for one another. I cured your old man and granted them stupid
wealth for the rest of their mortal lives. You made a deal to be my wife - in which you said you
wanted to be an agreeable one so start acting like it.”

“Take your hand off of me,” Uraraka growled back, causing Bakugo’s eyes to widen, his
astonishment barely masked on his face as he dropped his hand. She lightly rubbed her jaw, her eyes
ignited with a fire of their own that caught Bakugo’s attention, “Never put your hands on me like that
again. If we’re stuck together then I won’t put up with you disrespecting me. Do I make myself clear,
Mr. Bakugo?”

Unwillingly, Bakugo flinched at her words - she went back to keeping a barrier between then and
using his last name. For some reason he felt a pang in his chest and if he didn’t know better he was
questioning if he felt guilt for the first time in his life, “Transparently, Miss. Uraraka.”

Two could play at this game. He turned on his heels and stormed out of the room, slamming the door
behind him. Bakugo’s footfall was heavy as he walked down the hallway, cursing profusely as he
pulled at his hair. What had he gotten himself into with this stubborn and willful woman? He kept
reminding himself it was only for a few more weeks.

As he crossed the front hall, Bakugo thundered past Kirishima and Ashido, who were coming his
direction.

“My Lord? Did you want breakfast?” Kirishima asked.

Bakugo flipped them off, growling in response as he proceeded into his office, jolting the door
closed as he did. He crossed over to his desk, opening one of the oakwood drawers to see a small
golden thread spinning slowly from one spool to another on a tiny gold spinning wheel. It was
Uraraka’s life line that he had smuggled onto the Mortal Coil. Bakugo flared his teeth as he picked at
the taunt thread, assuring himself of his power over the situation.

She was all too easy to be done with. Just a cut from a divine blade and she would drop dead.
Mortals were so fragile. With his temper began to cool, he picked up the spool and spindle,
examining the thread with scrutiny. As Bakugo looked at her life story through the tiny spools, he
noticed a darker part that he hadn’t before. Squinting as he struggled to focus on the fine details of
the thread, Bakugo noticed a man in her life. The thread went from a brilliant shine to a dull brass-
like color for a period that spanned about two years before reverting back to a small glimmer where it
currently was.

“So that’s the one who broke you, eh, Ochako?” Bakugo muttered to himself, “He fucking doesn’t
look like much...”

The man didn’t impress Bakugo at all. He had shaggy, unruly hair which was such a dark brown that
it was almost black. His eyes were almost diamond in shape, with a warm brown color to him that
resembled Uraraka’s. He was lean in muscle, but tall. Realizing that Uraraka had been in love with
the man, Bakugo unconsciously grit his jaw. How could Uraraka have been duped by someone so
unremarkable? It annoyed him that she even fell for such a man.

So stupid and dull.

But he had taken Uraraka’s innocence, which was probably another reason she was so heartbroken
when he left her.

Foolish woman.

Despite himself, Bakugo’s curiosity had taken over, continuing to view her life with scrutiny and
convincing himself of his disinterest. When he finally came to examine the brassy colored part,
Bakugo’s eyes widened as he looked at the details further. His mouth became dry as he witnessed
Uraraka’s sorrow and loss, realizing why she felt like she was going to Hell and why she had stated
that her lover had left ‘us’.

Wincing as if he was in pain, Bakugo felt like he had just intruded on her in a way he shouldn’t
have. Silently, he put her life thread back into the drawer and closed it before rubbing his face with
his hands. His hearing began to buzz as his head spun in a dizzying thought process. It was
interrupted by a knocking at his office door. Bakugo shook his head, bringing himself back to reality
as he sat up straight, “Who the fuck is it?”

“It’s me.” Uraraka’s voice replied softly, “Can I come in?”

Bakugo pursed his lips together, drumming his fingers on his desk before he replied, “Enter.”

She was dressed now, wearing one of day dresses he had given her. This one was a dark crimson,
with a layered skirt and bustle. Lace framed just above her chest, covering up to her collar bone. It fit
her frame perfectly, leaving little to his imagination as he surveyed her curves. Uraraka entered the
room, closing the door behind her as she leaned against it.

When he realized her eyes were swollen from crying, Bakugo felt his gut twist with the unfamiliar
pain of regret. He stood up, but did not move to her. He took a deep breath before he spoke, “Are
you alright?”

Uraraka shook her head slowly, but did not come towards him, “I know I’m not the prettiest woman
you’ve ever had and we’ve learned we both have a stubborn streak that clashes with the other’s. That
being said I want to clear the air right now before we have further issues.”

How could she say she wasn’t beautiful? His focus was intently on her.

Bakugo swallowed hard and nodded, “Agreed… I don’t apologize, Ochako, but I will not act so
boorish in the future towards you.”

“And I won’t touch you unless you ask me to or reach for me first,” she replied in a voice barely
above a whisper.

Letting out a frustrated noise from the back of his throat, Bakugo moved from behind his desk and
crossing the room to her. He put one hand against the door next to her head, causing her to look up at
him with a confused expression. Against his better judgement, Bakugo grabbed her other hand,
bringing it to his face and holding it there.

Immediately, he felt his heart begin to pound in his chest, the bridge of his nose becoming warm as
he caught her scent of flora and earth. She noticed his hand was heated against her skin, but it was
comforting. If she had to make a comparison, Uraraka felt like she was patting a savage beast that
was becoming docile to her touch.

They stood there for a few moments, neither speaking as they gazed into the other’s eyes. His deep
scarlet lakes burrowing into her honeyed dark coffee, “You’re supposed to be my wife… you can
touch me whenever you damn well please… I’ll fucking get used to it.”

“Not if it upsets you I won’t,” Uraraka murmured, stroking her thumb against the curve of his cheek.

“I’m not gentle, Ochako,” Bakugo’s voice rumbled, “I’m the Devil and you shouldn’t forget that.”

Uraraka nodded, her lips turning up into a small smile as she did, “You seem like you’d rather act
more human while here.”

Her words hit a nerve, but Bakugo kept his temper in check. The whole fiasco was because of his
mother’s deal with him and the conditions of assuming her throne. The idea of being anything like
the disgusting mortals he disdained made him feel appalled, however Uraraka wasn’t so bad.

He found her tolerable at best.

What intrigued him was how his human body reacted to her. As her soft hand caressed his cheek,
Bakugo wanted her to keep doing so. He decided to enjoy the sensation while it lasted before
removing his hand from hers. Uraraka withdrew and folded her hands in front of her, peering up at
her fiancé with a curious expression. She pursed her lips together as she gripped at her skirt, “Please
don’t make me cry, Katsuki.”

Jerking at the request, Bakugo hung his head and groaned, looking up at her through his bangs, “I’ll
make an effort not to.”

A part of him wanted to ask her about what he had seen in her thread but decided against it. It wasn’t
his business of who she had been with or what she had experienced before him. There was no reason
to get sentimental or sappy because Uraraka wasn’t going to be around long enough for him to care.

But he wanted to know how he compared to her previous lover. In all his arrogance, Bakugo
couldn’t stand the thought of a meer mortal, a stupid one nonetheless, being perceived as better than
him in Uraraka’s eyes.

His emotions confused him, after all he kept repeating that he didn’t care what she thought. Sensing
his internal conflict, Uraraka stepped closer to him, “Is there something wrong?”

Bakugo shook his head, moving to lightly grasp her shoulders as he gave a reassuring squeeze, “It’s
nothing. We should probably get something to eat. I’m fucking starving.”

“R-right,” Uraraka stammered, nodding her head as he reached for the handle. His face came
dangerously close to hers to the point where she felt his cinnamon breath upon her lips. Immediately,
Uraraka blushed a deep pink, jumping out of the way as Bakugo opened the door. He gestured for
her to leave before him, which she stumbled slightly in doing so.

“What the Hell is wrong with you now?” Bakugo asked, his words sharp but his voice hinted at
concern.

She waved her hands in a panic, “A-ah! Nothing! Nothing at all! Which way was the kitchen
again?”
His face fell as he pointed, Uraraka clumsily walking in front of him as she began patting her cheeks.
When Bakugo realized she was flustered, he couldn’t withhold a low chuckle emitting from his
chest. As they made their way into the kitchen, Kaminari was cleaning up from breakfast.

“Oh hey! What’s up, my Lord? Milady? I just put away the leftovers of the cold meat in the icebox if
you’d like some. Otherwise, I can make you something.”

“Hey goldie, did you use your powers to make breakfast or did you cook it yourself?” Bakugo
asked.

Kaminari shrugged, “I used my powers. It’s just us.”

“From now on, you’ll cook like a fucking cook. Ochako said we can’t rely on those methods as
much, we need to have you as a top chef, got it?” Bakugo hissed.

Kaminari nodded, grinning as he did, “You got it boss. So did you want me to cook something now
or--?”

“I actually want to eat, so I’m not risking you giving us food poison.” the Devil sighed, going about
grabbing a skillet and spatula. Uraraka watched in astonishment as Bakugo seemed at home in the
kitchen. He knew where everything was and grabbed a few eggs with slices of bacon from the ice
box. Bakugo handed her the skillet, “Here.”

“Um…” Uraraka shrank away, smiling sheepishly as she did, “I don’t really know… how to cook.”

Bakugo let out a humorless laugh as he shook his head, “You’re fucking kidding me? You can’t fry
an egg?”

Pointing her fingers together as she tapped her index fingers to a steeple point, “I can scramble one…
but they always come out brown or burnt.”

“Christ… I have a bride that doesn’t know how to cook? How can you be so bad at everything?” He
jested, beginning to heat the stove and go about making their breakfast.

Uraraka folded her arms defensively, “I’m not bad at everything! I’m great with gardening so we’ll
always have fresh fruits, veggies, and herbs for you guys to work with!”

“Good, at least that way we won’t starve and it’ll cut down on groceries… not that we need them.”

“No, we need to be seen at the market sometimes,” Uraraka insisted, “Otherwise, people will wonder
where we get our food from. Plus every now and again I wouldn’t mind going out and being seen
with my husband.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes as he went about preparing breakfast. Uraraka watching his hands move
skillfully, almost intrigued by how fluid he was. She would almost call his cooking style graceful, but
held back such flattery. From the other side of the room, Kaminari watched with Sero, watching the
two go back and forth with playful banter as Bakugo insisted on showing Uraraka how to cook.

“That’s weird,” Sero remarked quietly, “I’ve never seen him act like that.”

“It’s a shame this won’t last long,” Kaminari sighed, scratching the back of his head, “He’s putting a
lot of effort into something that he’s cutting off soon.”

Sero shrugged, tapping Kaminari to follow him and leave the two alone, “Maybe he won’t.”
“He never changes his mind once he’s set on something.” Kaminari lamented.

+++

After they ate breakfast together, Uraraka insisted they go about preparing for their wedding. The
idea of an elopement seemed so romantic, but Uraraka was excited at the prospect of planning a
bigger party later on. Bakugo said little on the topic, he would nod and agree with her or avoid
answering the questions.

“I’d like to call on my mother and friends to go dress shopping.” Uraraka asked, cheerfully.

Bakugo wrinkled his nose in annoyance, “Why the fuck would you want to do that? I can make you
any dress you want.”

“It’s not the same!” Uraraka insisted, pouting slightly as she did, “Trying on dresses is a big part of
the wedding experience for a woman. Can I take the carriage? Please say yes.”

Deciding not to test the waters if he refused her, Bakugo waved at her, “Fine, do as you please.”

Uraraka squealed in delight, throwing her arms around Bakugo, who instantly froze at her outburst
of affection. She released him immediately as she began to frolic down the hallway, “Mina! Mina!
We’re going out!!”

Watching her skip down the corridor, Bakugo found himself looking after her until she disappeared
from view. To his dismay, Kirishima noticed as well, smirking at his friend with an amused grin.

“What the Hell are you grinning at?” Bakugo snapped, his lips curling up to bare his teeth as he did.

“You know, she’s really quite enchanting.” Kirishima teased.

“She’s annoying as fuck is what she is,” The Devil sneered, “Have Sero or Kaminari clean up this
mess. You’re escorting Ochako to this stupid outing she wants to go on.”

Kirishima put his hands behind his head as he continued to smile, “Sure, I’ll make sure she comes
home in one piece.”

The Devil huffed and turned on his heels, leaving the dining area and retreating to his office. He
rubbed his eyes heavily as he grumbled under his breath, returning to his desk where he sat and
propped his feet up on the surface. Bakugo leaned back in his plush leather chair, rocking back
slightly as he stared blankly at the ceiling. His attention turned to a gilded mirror on the wall that he
peered at his own reflection in it. Growling, he seethed, “Are you enjoying this bullshit, mom?”

In the mirror appeared Mitsuki, who was smiling warmly, “She’s lovely, Katsuki, though I wonder
why you took her life thread to the Mortal Coil.”

Shit.

“I wanted to learn more about her in less time so it was the most efficient way to do so.” Bakugo
replied, resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he lazily swayed back and forth.

“Interesting,” Mitsuki beamed, “I’m happy you’ve taken such an interest in a wonderful woman.”

“Yeah, well… she’s been the more tolerable of the flesh-bags up here. This whole place is
atrocious.” Bakugo grumbled, tapping his finger in irritation against his cheek, “So are you always
fucking spying on me through that thing?”
“Of course not, I’m a busy deity!” Mitsuki retorted, folding her arms as she did, “Though I wish you
would be kinder to her. She’s a woman, Katsuki, she needs to be adored. You need to woo her if
you mean to have her stay with you.”

Bakugo narrowed his eyes at his mother, “I’m getting married to her next week.”

“Yes, but do you love her?” Mitsuki asked, leaning forward as she did.

“... No.”

“Then you don’t get my throne, you realize that right?”

“Yes…”

“I told you that you need to learn how to love and how to be humbled living as a mortal. Until that
happens, you don’t get to take my place.”

“I’m confident I’ll fall in love with her,” Bakugo lied through his teeth, “Just give me some fucking
time. It’s not like I have any experience with relationships.”

“These things take time, my dear boy, but if you have confidence that your affections for her will
grow and have made your choice on her then I know you’ll fall for her someday.” Mitsuki assured
warmly.

Bakugo forced a smile, trying to mask his agitation at the issue, “I have to get back to work now.
Damned souls don’t process themselves.”

“You do that. I’d like to speak with Ochako soon as well.” his mother requested, cheerfully.

Rolling his crimson eyes, Bakugo side glanced his mother, “Yes, because let’s not make this whole
situation a bit weirder for her. I’ll just go ‘Hey Ochako, meet your mother-in-law, The Queen of
Hell’ because there’s nothing fucking strange about that.”

“Speaking of which, what the Hell were you thinking showing her your divine form?! What if you
drove the girl mad with fright?!!” Mitsuki bellowed, shaking the room.

Bakugo stood up, stomping over to the mirror, pointing at Mitsuki in rage, “If she can’t handle who I
fucking am and what I fucking am, then she wasn’t worth the time or effort. Do you have any
fucking idea how hard it was to find a mortal who WASN’T on my list? This whole city is full of
sinners. Hell will be even more crowded in a few decades when they all kick the bucket.”

“I’m surprised you wanted an innocent.” The Queen commented, shifting her hands to rest on her
hips, “It would’ve been easier to sway a damned.”

“I didn’t want easy,” Bakugo stated cooly, “I’ve had easy. Easy is boring.”

“She certainly gets you going, that’s for sure. I overheard your little exchange earlier. What’s this
about you making her cry?”

The vein in his temple twitched as his mouth curled upwards, “She pissed me off and I did
something stupid. It won’t happen again. Besides, I’ve no interest in a melancholy wife. I’d rather
have her being bubbly and annoying than a sobbing mess.” When the words came from his mouth,
both Mitsuki and himself looked surprised by his statement, “I mean her stupid red eyes and damn
pathetic whimpering is more grinding on my nerves than her giggling and merriment. She’s so damn
sunny about every fucking thing she likes.” Noticing his mother’s stifling a laugh as she covered her
mouth, snickering lowly, Bakugo’s temper immediately flared, “What’s so fucking funny, you old
hag?!”

Struggling to control her laugh, Mitsuki grinned in triumph, “Are you sure you’re not smitten with
her already? Because you’re working very hard at pretending she doesn’t matter to you.”

“You’re the one that wants me to fall in love so damn badly,” Bakugo huffed, angrily folding his
arms in a defensive stance, “I should think you’re happy as a pig in shit about any compliment I’ll
pay her.”

“I want you happy, Katsuki,” Mitsuki corrected, “And I think this will be good for you. She seems
good for you.”

“Whatever, I have work to do.” Bakugo reiterated, returning to his chair and pulling out some
documents from his desk. A red quill pen appeared in his hand as an inkwell full of blood formed on
his desk.

Mitsuki playfully saluted, “I’ll leave you to your fiancée and your work. I love you, son.”

Bakugo waved his hand in a dismissive fashion as his mother faded from the mirror. He sat there for
a moment, aimlessly staring at his documents with no motivation to do the work he normally loved.
Instead, he began to wonder how long Uraraka would be gone for and if she would be able to get the
dress she wanted.

As soon as he realized his own thoughts, Bakugo slammed his forehead into his desk, cursing
profusely as he gripped his hair in frustration, “GODDAMMIT!!!”

+++

“Oh my goodness!” Yaoyorozu exclaimed outside of the flower shop. The girls had come to help
when they found Mr. and Mrs. Uraraka working the floor. Without anything else to do that day, they
decided to continue to volunteer their time as usual. Hagakure, Jirou, and Tsu gapped at the lavish
carriage Uraraka sat in.

“Wowsers, Ochako! You’re engaged now?!” Hagakure exclaimed, “And to the Lord of Morningstar
Manor?! You’re so lucky!!”

Uraraka blinked for a moment in confusion, then recalled what Bakugo had told her about putting
into the minds of the people that his manor had been there for awhile. She grinned in reply, “I was
wondering if you girls wanted to come with me and pick out my wedding dress. My friend, Mina,
will be joining us.”

Ashido peaked out from the other side of the carriage, waving as she did, “Hi everyone! It’s nice to
meet you! I’m Mina Ashido. I work at the Manor and serve Lord Bakugo.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mina, you can call me Tsu.” Tsu replied, smiling as she did, “This is Toru,
Kyoka, and Momo. We’ve all been friends with Ochako since finishing school.”

“Oh? What’s that?” Ashido asked, tilting her head as she did.

“It’s basically teaching us how to be wives,” Jirou replied, dryly.

“Now girls, we all learned a lot and have managed to snag good husbands thanks to our education!”
Yaoyorozu exclaimed, “I can’t believe our Ochako is finally getting married! What’s your fiancé
like?”
Uraraka’s face flushed with a combination of embarrassment and apprehension, “He’s very
handsome. He’s tall, has a nice strong build to him, good legs… Ash blond hair and beautiful
crimson eyes… plus he has this devilish smile.”

Hagakure became giddy in delight, clapping her hands as she did, “He sounds like he could give
Shouto a run for his money!”

“Literally, he has to make quite a bit in order to provide for you and your family as he has,”
Yaoyorozu commented, “I can’t believe how much your parents were gifted! They could open a
chain of flower shops!”

“Maybe someday, if that’s what Papa and Mama wants,” Uraraka replied opening the carriage door
and scooting over, “Come on! Kirishima, say hello to my friends!”

The ladies looked up at the scarlet demon, who nodded while tipping his hat to them with a
handsome grin. Without their realizing it, the four flushed slightly in response to his gesture, “Nice to
meet any friends of the lady. I’m Eijirou Kirishima and I’ll be your driver and protector this
afternoon, ladies!”

“Even your servants are handsome!” Hagakure exclaimed, climbing into the carriage with Jirou.

“You’re so boy-crazy, Toru. Show some restraint, you’re getting married soon too,” Jirou sighed,
folding her hands in her lap.

Hagakure playfully nudged her friend as Tsu and Yaoyorozu entered the carriage as well, “I’m
getting married but I’m not dead yet!”

“What about you, Kyoka?” Tsu asked, tapping her chin, “You’ve shown no interest in getting
married. Then again you don’t really need to since you’re an accomplished musician.”

“I’ll marry if I want the man, otherwise I prefer performing,” Jirou retorted, “Besides, I find men to
be fleeting at times. It’s not like I don’t have my admirers, but it helps my popularity to remain
appearing single anyway. It gives an illusion that the fans seem to like.”

Yaoyorozu giggled, “I’ve never seen men and women swoon over someone as they do with you,
Kyoka! You caused such a salacious uproar when you appeared in coat tails at your performance a
few months ago.”

“It’s all about the marketing,” Jirou boasted, grinning proudly as she did, “Whether I appear in a
dress or in tails, as long as people come and love the music then I’m happy.”

“Wow, Kyoka! You must be an amazing musician! I’d love to hear you play sometime! We have a
grand piano and pianoforte at the house. When you come visit, would you let me hear you play?”
Ashido exclaimed.

“You’re all so accomplished,” Uraraka observed with a smile, “I can’t wait to have you over for
lunch sometime. Katsuki said I can tend the gardens all I want.”

“So he finally has a name, eh?” Tsu teased gently, “What will your last name be?”

“Bakugo,” Uraraka replied, admiring her engagement ring as she did, “I’ll be Ochako Bakugo.”

Hagakure reached over, taking Uraraka’s left hand, “Oh wow! I’ve never seen an engagement ring
with black diamonds! The band is stunning too, Ochako!”
The other girls marveled at the unique peace, giggling and murmuring amongst themselves. To
Uraraka’s joy, Ashido seemed to fit in perfectly with her group. Her only regret was her mother was
unable to leave the shop to shop with them. Despite her disappointment, it would only be a matter of
time before she saw the dress. As they rode towards the dress shop, Uraraka felt her heart begin to
flutter in excitement as she was unable to withhold a smile.

Finally, she was going to be able to have her day.

+++

As Uraraka stepped out of the dressing room, which felt like for the millionth time, the girls swooned
and chattered at her.

“That one looks amazing too!” Hagakure cheered.

“I’ve never seen so much lace!” Yaoyorozu said, admiring the details of the dress.

“Not this one.” Uraraka replied, shaking her head, “It’s too tight and I don’t like how low cut it is.”

“Modest as always,” Jirou commented with a friendly gaze, “You really could wear any of the ones
you’ve tried on.”

Uraraka looked at herself in the mirror, swaying in the dress as she admired herself in the mirror, “It’s
just not my style.”

Tsu smiled as she looked about the shop, “I feel like you’d like something more traditional, Ochako.
Perhaps ones with sleeves instead of the collars?”

“You’re right, Tsu.”

“Madam, may I assist in anyway?” The dressmaker asked kindly. She was being especially attentive
to the party when she was informed of Uraraka’s budget for shopping for her dress - which was
limitless.

Uraraka nodded, “Do you have anything with sleeves and lace? Maybe with a more full skirt that
doesn’t hug my body so much?”

The dressmaker nodded, dashing into the back room and disappearing from view. Uraraka sighed,
slowly pacing about the room, looking at the floor as she did.

“Is there something wrong, Ochako?” Ashido asked.

Uraraka shook her head, smiling sweetly as she did, “I was just thinking about Katsuki’s attire. I am
not sure if I’d like him to wear white or black.”

Yaoyorozu giggled, waving to her friend, “You must insist on white. Shouto is wearing white and
we’re having red accents to represent his family. And I cannot tell you how much silverware we’re
having. We’ll have half of city hall as our guests, especially given my father’s company and Shouto’s
father’s reputation.”

Uraraka nervously fidgeted with her hands as she twisted the skirt of her dress in her hands, “It’s an
elopement… we’ll have no need for colors, tablecloths, and silverware this time around.”

“Speaking of which, Ochako, why are you eloping so quickly? We’ve never even met your fiancé or
heard you speak of him until today.” Tsu asked.
Ashido bit her bottom lip as she eyed Uraraka, wondering how she would respond.

Uraraka continued to smile softly, “He met me in the shop and was enraptured. Besides, it was a
blessing since I was already such a burden on my family. Naturally, one might assume that I won’t
have such an offer again so it would’ve been silly for me to refuse him.”

“Speaking of family, what a miracle that your father was healed from the sickness of the lungs!”
Jirou declared, “I’m sure you’re feeling a great weight off of your shoulders knowing he’s feeling
better.”

Nodding slowly, Uraraka twisted her hands together, “Yes, we’re very fortunate.”

“Are you happy, Ochako?” Tsu asked quietly, “I mean… you were always the more romantic of us
before a few years ago after… well… um…”

There was an awkward silence amongst the group before Ashido broke it, “What happened a few
years ago?”

“I had a failed engagement, Mina,” Uraraka replied softly, “It was quite an affair and a bit of a
scandal but it is what it is.”

“He was a lecherous bastard,” Jirou growled, “His poetry was even despairing and he’s the type of
man who makes one lose faith in the entire sex.”

Ashido’s ears perked up, curious if the man in question was among those who would be sentenced to
Hell. Alas, she did not have her master’s power to figure out where his soul was going, only that she
could pick up on the scent of damnation if he was close. Shifting in discomfort, Ashido looked at
Uraraka with a deep seriousness, “My master would never betray you, my lady.”

It was the conviction in Ashido’s voice that commanded the attention of the room. Uraraka’s eyes
became soft with concern for her own self preservation.

In truth, a part of her feared Bakugo may change his mind last minute as her previous fiancé did. He
had stated so cooly that she meant nothing to him but his actions and the way he behaved towards
her made her confused. There were moments where he was cold and distant then others that she felt
like his eyes would burrow into her and set her skin aflame.

She knew it was no secret that Bakugo was one to indulge in the sins of the flesh, but that also meant
he could grow bored with her in favor of a more beautiful woman. Uraraka forced a nervous smile at
Ashido, “What makes you say that?”

“Well,” Ashido began, grinning confidently, “In all my years of service to him, he’s never taken to a
lady like he has you. I mean… Lord Bakugo smiles when you’re around and I think I’ve heard him
laugh a few times too.”

Laughing lightly, Uraraka waved her hand dismissively, “I’m sure he has laughed before.”

“No, not really,” Ashido insisted, looking at the girls then back at Ochako, “Not with joy, anyway.
He’s a pretty brash person most of the time and delights in his work. So you see… it makes me
happy to see him opening up to someone.”

Uraraka blushed as her eyes began to widen with wonder, “Really? You think he thinks so highly of
me?”

“Well he did ask you to marry him rather quickly,” Ashido pointed out, clapping her hands as she
did, “And I know he wouldn’t have done so if he didn’t like you. Lord Bakugo is very particular
about who he keeps close to him.”

“He’s not the warmest of people,” Uraraka reputed, rolling her eyes slightly as she did.

“He’s not?” Yaoyorozu interrupted, “You’d marry a cold man? That’s not like you.”

Uraraka’s mouth twitched at her slip, “Katsuki has his own manners and ways about him. He takes
some time to adjust to.”

Ashido giggled, nodding in agreement, “That’s one way to take it. He’s not so bad once you get to
know him. I promise, he’s much more bark than bite.”

The conversation paused as the dressmaker emerged from the back. Draped over her arm was the
most beautiful gown Uraraka had ever seen. It had a long flowing ball gown style skirt, with a white
sheer layer accented by fine lace and small pearls. The sleeves were like translucent clouds with
similar designs on the forearms leading down to the wrists. It’s high collar was trimmed in lace that
ran down to the bodice, which was covered in floral embroidery of light pink flowers.

Uraraka face illuminated with adoration as she approached the dress, her hands gliding over the
fabric. Immediately, the girls began to express excitement at their friend’s reaction.

“You must try it on!” Yaoyorozu encouraged.

Bouncing in delight, Uraraka immediately began to take off the dress she wore and stripped down to
her undergarments. Between the dressmaker and her enthused friends, the garment was on her before
she could barely blink. Immediately as they stepped away from her and she beheld herself in the
mirror, all breath left her lungs.

She could’ve wept at the sight that she had long since forced from her mind of ever being possible
again. The idea of being a bride and having a life all her own finally gave her a feeling of elation that
she could barely contain. Alas there was a cold reality she had to contend with, which was Bakugo’s
disposition on her.

Could he really be so uncaring towards her? Perhaps he merely wanted her as a body, which
wouldn’t be the worse thing she could think of. However, it made her heart break slightly within her
chest as she realized it would be entirely possible she would be in a loveless marriage. Even worse, if
love didn’t grown then could he be rid of her or go to another in a few years time?

The echoes of her friends’ laughter and jovial exclamations brought her back to the moment, forcing
a smile as she pushed her insecurities down into her soul, “This is the dress!”
 Misunderstanding the Devil
Chapter by Marle

Chapter Notes

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KATSUKI BAKUGO!!! <3 <3

Uraraka and her friends spent the rest of the afternoon out and about. They dined at the fanciest
restaurant in town for lunch and high tea before returning the girls to their respective homes. While
her friends pleaded to see her new manor, Uraraka knew that bringing in guests without warning
might set Bakugo off. Instead, she elected to stop by her parents’ shop on the way home.

“Kirishima, Mina, I won’t be but a few minutes. I just want to see how Mama and Papa are doing.”
Uraraka assured as she hopped out of the carriage.

Ashido climbed onto the driver’s seat next to Kirishima as she waved, “Don’t be too long, milady.
It’s getting close to supper time and I know Lord Bakugo won’t be happy if we’re too late.”

“It’ll only be a moment.” Uraraka replied, grinning as she skipped into the shop. Uraraka’s feet felt
like they barely touched the ground as the bell rang above the door. Her eyes wandered across the
threshold of the store to see her parents by the register, her mother arranging a bouquet, while her
father was tending to contracts, “Mama, Papa! Surprise! You’ll never believe the afternoon I’ve had
and I even found a dress!”

Immediately, her parents’ attention shot to her, though their expressions reflected that of worry more
than joy at her words. Perplexed, Uraraka’s eyebrows came together as she looked at them in
concern, “What’s the matter? I thought you’d be joyful. Is everything alright? Do you need
something?”

“Ochako,” Her mother began, setting her work down as she crossed to her daughter, hugging her
tightly before she held her out at arm’s length, “Darling, I suggest sending word before you visit
from now on.”

Confused by her mother’s request, Uraraka smiled and nodded, “O-Of course, I imagine with the
new business picking up and the money you two might like to take some time to yourselves.”

“No, sweetheart, that’s not it.” Her mother began, her face wrought with hesitation.

Her father interrupted, his voice shaking with anger, “Yo is back in town and came by here earlier.”

Immediately, Uraraka felt her stomach twist as the feeling to vomit rose in her throat. Swallowing
hard, she shook her head slowly, “T-That’s impossible. I heard he was to marry the Nakagame
heiress.”

“Yes, well, apparently he decided to stop by town another time before getting married… he came
looking for you, Ochako.” Mr. Uraraka stated, folding his arms, “He bought a bouquet and left a
little while ago.”

Uraraka felt her legs tremble and her breath become tight in her chest as she nodded in
understanding, “I-I see… well, I’m sure that Katsuki wouldn’t like me seeing him anyway.”

“Does Katsuki know about Yo and your engagement?” Mrs. Uraraka asked.

Shaking her head again, Uraraka sighed, “He knows I had a failed engagement but I haven’t
disclosed the details.”

“Well, I suggest keeping it to yourself for now. We don’t want anything happening that could
interrupt your wedding. I doubt a new jealous fiancé would do well against an old stupid one.” Mrs.
Uraraka remarked, placing her hands on her hips as she did, “Until he leaves, just send word before
you come. We’ll happily close the shop if it means keeping him away for a visit from you.”

Uraraka nervously twisted her skirt in her hands, “Mama… did… did you tell Yo I was engaged
now?”

“Papa did, happily at that. We told him you’re to be married next weekend.” Her mother declared,
triumphantly looking at her husband, “He seemed slightly upset by it.”

Uraraka rolled her eyes and folded her arms, “He’s upset only because I won’t be able to humor his
ego anymore. Anyway, I just wanted to stop by to make sure you were doing okay.”

“We’ve never been better. I still can’t believe how generous Katsuki has been to us.” Mr. Uraraka
exclaimed, “He’s a fine man and will make a good husband for you, Ochako.”

I hope so, Uraraka thought to herself, but instead, she smiled, hugging her mother then her father
before leaving with a cheerful wave. As she walked back out to the carriage, Uraraka’s expression
reflected her internal turmoil, causing Ashdio and Kirishima to look at her with concern.

“Are you okay, Lady Ochako?” Ashido asked.

Uraraka nodded quietly, “I’d like to go home to Katsuki as soon as possible please.”

“Yes ma’am.” Kirishima said, quietly, eyeing Ashido as Uraraka closed the carriage door behind her.

+++

Bakugo sat in his office, working on his lists as he did regularly, tapping his quill in irritation as his
mind went blank for a few minutes. He eyed the clock with a sideways glance.

Five o’clock.

Uraraka had been gone most of the day and would be home for dinner soon. He heard a knock at the
office door, his gaze shooting immediately to it. He let out a groan as he waved his hand aimlessly,
“Ochako, you don’t need to knock.”

“It’s me, sire,” Sero’s voice called from the other side of the door.

Bakugo jerked in surprise, “Enter.”

Sero poked his head into the doorway, saluting playfully, “Good evening, milord! Dinner will be
ready in just a few minutes!”

“Where’s Ochako?” Bakugo snapped.

Sero shrugged, “She hasn’t come home yet.”

Bakugo slumped back in his chair, grumbling under his breath, “Then don’t fucking bother me until
she’s back. I won’t bother eating without her, otherwise, I’m sure she’ll whine if I do.”

“Sure, boss, whatever you say.” Sero replied, turning to leave, waving his hand up as he did, “I’ll let
you know when the Mrs. gets in.”

“Whatever,” Bakugo muttered as he watched the door close behind Sero. He grumbled under his
breath as he went back to his work. His eyes darted back to the clock, listening to the gears as they
clicked and the hands moved at a sluggish pace. A few minutes passed and he heard a knock again.
Sighing, Bakugo shuffled his documents and stood up, reaching for his desk lamp, “Ochako, you
don’t need to knock.”

This time the door opened and a woman stepped in, but it wasn’t Ochako. She was tall, with flowing
fawn-colored hair curled around her soft-featured face, with long eyelashes and dark brown eyes.
She wore an oxblood-colored dress that hugged her frame with a low cut collar that accented her
ample breasts. Bakugo’s eyes widened as his lips curled up into a snarl, “What the fuck are you
doing here, Camie?!”

“This is quite the little house you have here, Lord Bakugo.” The woman observed, entering while
peering around his office, “It’s quite extravagant in mortal terms.”

“Who the fuck let you in here?” Bakugo hissed.

Camie pouted her luscious red lips, “Is any greeting for me? I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

“How the fucking Hell did you get in here?!” Bakugo bellowed again, slamming his fist onto his
desk, causing Camie to jump a little.

“Still have that nasty temper, I see.” She mused, smiling slightly as she did, “It’s so fucking hot the
fire in your eyes when you get mad.”

Bakugo growled, his teeth bared as he leaned over his desk, “You have approximately three seconds
to get the fuck out of my sight before I turn you to ash, you fucking gibfaced wagtail!”

“‘Wagtail’?” Camie repeated, wrinkling her nose as she narrowed her eyes in anger, “You weren’t
calling me that a few months ago when I was serving you so well whenever and wherever you
wanted… you seemed to enjoy my experiences quite well back then.”

Bakugo smirked, sitting back in his chair and folding his arms, “Don’t tell me you’re pissed off
because I got tired of you after a few years. A couple of decades is a blink of an eye for us.”

“But what decades they were, My King…”

“Shut up, Camie, I’m not your King,” Bakugo hissed, “You need to fucking leave. Now.”

Camie walked over, hopping up on Bakugos desk before spreading her legs, running her hand up
her thigh as she pulled up her skirt, “You used to like it when I called you that… What’s changed?”

Bakugo’s eyes began to glow with a murderous rage, “Get out now.”

“Is it true then?” Camie asked, her doe-eyes yearning as she leaned forward, exposing her cleavage
to Bakugo further, “That you’ve made a mortal woman into your pet?”

Bakugo let out thunderous roar as he stood up, grabbing Camie by the neck and pinning her down
on his desk, his free hand turning back into his claw as flames ignited from his palms, “She’s not my
fucking pet, she’s my Goddamn wife!”

To his disgust, Camie ran her legs up against his sides, locking them around his waist as she pulled
him forward into her, “That fury, that fire… God, I’ve missed you so much, my King… my Lord…
Can your pretty little mortal withstand the passion of the Devil’s lust?”

“Camie--! Get the fuck off of me or I’ll--!!” His grip tightened around her neck, causing her to moan
in arousal as she rocked her hips against him. To her disappointment, Bakugo showed no signs of
being as excited as she was to be in the position they were in. Just then, they heard the door creak
open and both looked back towards the door. Bakugo felt his rage immediately die and was replaced
with a sickening feeling as he saw Uraraka standing in the door, her eyes dark, and mouth gaping
open as she inhaled sharply at the sight, “Fuck. Ochako--!”

Before Bakugo could pry Camie’s legs from around his waist, Uraraka fled from the doorway. He
barely felt his feet on the ground as he dashed out into the empty hallway, frantically looking for any
sign of which direction Uraraka went.

Camie tossed her head as she sat up, crossing her legs with a jealous glare in her eyes, “Do you
really think your little pet could handle you? I know who you really are and what you’ve done. Do
you think she’d ever accept you if she knew the truth?”

Bakugo’s wings spread as his skin burned gray, his halo forming as his eyes glowed red, “Camie.
You had better not fucking be here when I get back.”

The tone in his voice made Camie shrink immediately, her eyes wide with horror, trembling as she
realized that he wasn’t joking and there was no trace of affection or mercy for her in his being.

+++

Bakugo’s wings broke the pots and vases that lined the hallway, knocking paintings from the walls
as he flew from one side of the house to the other. Kirishima halted in surprise at his Lord’s divine
form, “W-what’s happened?!”

“Where is Ochako?!” Bakugo’s voice shook the room.

Ashido jumped, hiding behind Kirishima as she peered from behind his shoulder, “S-she went to get
you to come to dinner. Didn’t she come to your office?”

“She did! And then-- nevermind! Fuck! You didn’t see her come by here?!” Bakugo asked, slowly
starting to change back to his human state as he realized he may have to go look for her outside, “Did
she ask for the carriage?!”

“No, sire, she hasn’t been this way.” Kirishima insisted, surprised at the panicked state his friend was
in.

“Get Sero and Kaminari and go fucking find her! Try her parents’ shop! Check every fucking room
in this house again! If you have to, go to every one of her damn fucking friends' houses and don’t
you dare come back until you found her!” Bakugo ordered, storming down the hallway towards the
back entrance.

Ashido and Kirishima exchanged glances before running to go find Sero and Kaminari.

+++

As soon as Bakugo stepped outside, the sky opened up and lightning cracked in the heavens. He
rolled his eyes in irritation, looking up at the clouds, “Are you fucking kidding me right now?!”

Bakugo looked around then up at the sky again, debating whether to take to the air to see if he could
get a quick look around the grounds. Deciding against it, Bakugo bolted through the gardens,
looking in every brush and corner as he passed the different flower beds and bushes.

When he got to the outer edge of one of the reflection pools, Bakugo remembered a structure he had
created more recently as an addition to the house. As he ran through one of the rows of trees he came
to a clearing where in the distance he saw a greenhouse, made of black iron that made it look like it
was wrapped strands of ivy, accented by stained glass roses on the outside. He squinted, sensing a
presence of someone inside.

Bakugo ran across the field and into the greenhouse, his eyes sweeping through the rows of plants
and white roses as he struggled to catch his breath. Mortal bodies were so quick to fatigue. Despite
his best efforts, he felt his heart rattling in his chest as he slowly walked around the interior.

That’s when he saw her.

Uraraka was on her hands and knees, hands deep within one of the potted plants as she turned the
soil. Her clothes were as soaked as he was and soiled with the dirt she had been digging in. To his
surprise and mild dismay, she was quietly humming to herself, not even acknowledging that he had
entered the area.

As he approached her, she stopped humming and sighed.

“Ochako,” Bakugo murmured, “Nothing fucking happened back there.”

Uraraka smiled but didn’t look up at him, “Who am I to meddle in your affairs? I mean I’m not your
wife and you promised me once we were married you wouldn’t do anything… you never said
anything about before that.”

Bakugo gripped his fists, staring down at her as he did, “Ochako, that’s not what that was. You came
in at a very ill-timed confrontation. I swear to God, Satan, My mother… whatever the fuck you want
me to swear to that nothing was happening.”

Uraraka bit her lip before sitting back on her knees. Bakugo longed for her to look at him, but she
didn’t. Instead, she just gently stroked some of the white roses in front of her, taking long breaths as
she did, “Will you say something, dammit?! Yell! Scream! Cuss! Do fucking something!!”

“Would it make you feel better if I did?”

“Yes! At least I’d know you were fucking feeling something!”

“You want to know what I’m feeling?!” Uraraka shrilled, standing up and getting in his face, “Fine!
I’m disgusted and sick to my stomach! I can’t imagine a man- let alone you- being completely
satisfied with just me! I’ve got nothing! I have no looks! No wealth! And apparently, I’m easily a
pushover and twice as easy to abandon!” Bakugo’s eyes widened as he took a small step back,
causing Uraraka to step forward, shoving him as she did, “You can literally manifest anything you
want! Anything! You have nothing that’s out of reach and yet you can’t find a damn bit of pride or
beauty in anything to value it! No wonder your existence is so miserable and hollow! You probably
are so bored all the time because you don’t love anything but yourself!!!”

Her breathing wracked the air as tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she kept them from
falling. She was too angry to let her emotions get the better of her, especially in front of Bakugo.
Bakugo stood there in a state of shock at her outburst before his mouth slowly curled into a smirk,
“There. Was that so fucking hard?”

“You’re horrible!” Uraraka cried, slamming her fist onto his chest, shaking her head as she glared at
him, “How could you do that?!”

“I told you before that nothing happened.” He repeated calmly.

“Then what did I walk in on?! Who was that woman?!”

“A nymph I used to fuck.” Bakugo replied bluntly, taking his cigarette holder from his cloak then
frowning in disappointment as he realized his cigarettes were soaked.

Suddenly, Uraraka burst out laughing hysterically, bending over while holding her sides, “Oh!
That’s all? A nymph you used to fuck?!”

Bakugo’s face twisted in discomfort, “It’s weird hearing you fucking cuss.”

“Because you do it so damn much! You curse for the both of us!” Uraraka cackled.

Shit, she’s snapped, Bakugo thought to himself.

Her laughter slowly transitioned into tears as she held her face in her hands, letting out a pained wail
as she gripped at her bangs. Bakugo stood, his body aching as his chest tightened, watching his
beautiful fiancée cry in front of him, knowing that he had caused her pain. He was a professional at
torture and enjoyed causing pain, but as he watched the tears trickled from her hands, Bakugo
wanted anything for her to stop.

“What’s wrong with me?” She whimpered, “Why am I not enough?”

Bakugo closed the gap between them, taking her into his arms as he pulled her against his chest. He
didn’t know what else to do but to hold her and let her cry. Uraraka tried to push him away, but
Bakugo locked his arms around her tighter.

“You are enough,” Bakugo insisted, pulling her closer cradling her head against his shoulder, “You
are fucking enough, Ochako. I know what this looks like and it’s not what it seems. I’m not going to
ask you to believe me, so instead I’ll show you.”

“Send her away. I never want to see her again.” Uraraka demanded quietly, gripping at his shirt.

“If she isn’t gone by the time we get back to the damn house, I’ll do more then fucking that,”
Bakugo promised in a sinister voice.

Uraraka wiped her eyes, looking up at Bakugo, “It’s getting late… Sero and Kaminari made a nice
dinner, which I’m sure is cold by now.”

“We need to get you cleaned up a little before we think about supper,” Bakugo chuckled, wiping the
dirt off of Uraraka’s face. She smiled clumsily before sneezing, shivering in his embrace as she
leaned into him, savoring his warmth, “And hopefully not have you catch a fucking cold.”

“R-right…” She sniffed, rubbing her eyes. As they walked back to the house, the rain let up to a
gentle mist. Uraraka grabbed onto Bakugo, leaning on his arm as they made their way up the path.
He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she began to calm down, sighing slightly in relief. It
would only need to be a little while longer for him to have to deal with her emotions and keeping the
peace.
His mind turned back to Camie, a part of him hoping she would still be in the office and he could
reduce the imposing nymph to ash at last. She was meddlesome and exhausting to him, but he wasn’t
about to let her cause trouble and upset Uraraka. He began to debate if it was in his interest to keep
Uraraka around longer - at least until Camie got bored and left him alone again. Deciding to keep his
options open, it wouldn’t be too terrible to have Uraraka around longer if needed. Worse case was if
he grew tired of her then he could end it with a snap of his scissors.

When they walked back into the house, they were greeted by the four demons. Ashido held two
towels, offering one to Bakugo, who took his and wrapped the other around Uraraka.

“Dinner is still ready whenever you two are.” Sero pointed out.

“Let’s eat quickly, then draw a bath for Ochako, Mina.” Bakugo requested, softly toweling off
Uraraka, as she smiled under the cloth up at him.

“Yes, sire.” Ashido replied with a nod.

As Ashido signaled for them to follow to the dining room, Uraraka immediately went in the opposite
direction towards Bakugo’s office. Noticing the disheveled corridors and broken decor, Uraraka eyes
swept the hallways in disbelief, “What happened to the house?!”

The four demons snickered amongst themselves as Bakugo shot them a death glare before following
Uraraka, “Clean up this damn mess!”

With her betrothed on her heels, Uraraka swung the door open to Bakugo’s office, stepping into the
room. Bakugo was surprised at the territorial airs around Uraraka as they surveyed the area. To his
mild disappointment and subtle relief, there were no signs of Camie. Uraraka held her head up,
looking back at Bakugo as she searched for his reaction on the matter. She noticed his intense
examination of her, she smiled softly, “I see she’s gone.”

“Good, it means her ears still fucking work…” Bakugo grumbled through his teeth.

Uraraka smiled, moving to him as she wrapped her arms around his waist, “Thank you.”

Bakugo quirked an eyebrow at her as he folded his arms, “Did you honestly think I was about to
fuck her when you came in? I mean, Christ, Ochako, I had my fucking hand around her neck and
my claw was engulfed in flames.”

“I don’t know,” Uraraka replied, innocently, “I’m not sure how demons have sex. It could have been
something that I wasn’t aware of.”

Stifling a laugh, Bakugo took Uraraka’s arms from around his waist, taking her hands in his as he led
her from the office towards the dining room, “We fuck just the same way as normal fucking human
beings.”

“Really now?” Uraraka asked, rolling her eyes.

“Well… it’s a little different… I’m sure sex is rougher and it can go on for days.”

“Days?!” Uraraka exclaimed, flushing a deep red, “I-I-I don’t think I can… I mean…” Noticing his
humor at her reaction, Uraraka stomped her foot as she shook her head, “Are you joking with me?”

“Yes,” Bakugo snorted a laugh, “And that’s fucking hilarious that you even thought that was a
possibility.”
“I’m sorry but I’m new to the whole demons and ethereal beings realm,” Uraraka replied,
defensively, “Don’t tease me with these things, Katsuki! I want to know about your life for real! Not
some far-fetched rumors, fantasies, or jokes you want to throw at me.”

Bakugo smirked, bringing his hand up to grip her chin gently as he rested his forehead against hers,
“In time.”

“We have the rest of our lives, right?” Uraraka replied softly, her eyes warm with affection.

Realizing how close he had let himself get to her, Bakugo jerked back, looking down his nose at her
as he gave a half-hearted smile, “Of course.”

+++

They had a lively dinner, which surprised Bakugo’s companions. Uraraka and Bakugo were
engaging in conversation with them and one another the entire time. Kirishima quietly listened as
Bakugo and Uraraka went back and forth asking the other questions about each other’s lives. To his
surprise, Bakugo seemed genuinely attentive to what she was saying. He had watched hundreds of
women try to talk to the Devil, but never in the centuries that he knew Bakugo had he seen him take
interest in a conversation, much less what the other person actually had to say. Kaminari, Sero, and
Ashido noticed as well.

Their Lord was changing.

Perhaps a side effect of being human.

Occasionally, they’d hear him chuckle at one of Uraraka’s questions or outlandish assumptions about
Heaven and Hell, other times he was interested in hearing about what her life was like growing up
and the things she was passionate about. They learned Uraraka had grown up poor but was sent off
to a prestigious finishing school, where she had gotten a formal education. She managed to attend
based on her merits, though she wrote herself off as simple and lackluster compared to her friends.
Bakugo didn’t seem to vex himself on it.

Kirishima half expected Bakugo to inquire about her past relationships, but the subject was never
brought up. Historically, Bakugo prided himself on his conquests, ruining women in his wake for
any man to follow him based on his abilities to satisfy whomever he took to his bed. However, he
didn’t ask Uraraka further about what she had brought up in the flower shop when they met her.

As dinner concluded, Uraraka let out a loud sneeze, shaking her head as she sought to clear her
sinuses.

“Ashido, get Ochako out of those wet clothes and into a hot bath.” Bakugo ordered.

“I’m fine, really, I’ve worked in the rain before and--”

“You’re going to get sick if you don’t get warm. Stop being so damn stubborn.” Bakugo grumbled,
waving to Ashido.

Ashido nodded, approaching Uraraka and offer her arm, “Come on, my lady. It’ll feel good to take a
bath and clean up.”

“Right…” Uraraka sighed, taking Ashido’s arm and waving to the others, “I’ll probably retire for the
evening after so I’ll see you all in the morning.”

“Good night, miss.” Kaminari wished as Sero saluted.

“Rest well, Miss. Uraraka.” Kirishima replied with a kind smile.

When the women left, the demons looked over at the Devil with curious expressions.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Bakugo grumbled, resting his hand on his head.

“You were awfully chatty with her,” Kaminari observed with a wily smile on his face.

Sero leaned onto the table with his head on his palms, “Yeah, I’ve never seen you actually talk to
someone that long.”

Bakugo narrowed his eyes at the three, his nostrils flaring in irritation, “You all are a bunch of damn
morons. I’m just making her feel settled so she doesn't bolt again.”

“You tore up the house looking for her.” Kirishima pointed out, drumming his fingertips on the table
as he did with a sly expression on his face.

The Devil bared his teeth, “I didn’t fucking feel like going through the process of looking for
someone else.”

“Uh huh.”

“What the Hell does that mean? Do you want to die, Kirishima?!” Bakugo growled, slamming his
fist on the table.

“All I’m saying is that is it really so bad if you’re actually starting to like her?” Kirishima asked,
gesturing outwards with his hands, “I mean… you’ve never actually been in a relationship. You’ve
never really liked anyone before. For as much as you say that this is all just to put her at ease, you
seem pretty comfortable too, my Lord.”

Bakugo opened his mouth to yell, but nothing came out but a strange crackle of his voice before he
slumped back in his chair, folding his arms as he glared at Kirishima, “It’s been two fucking days.
Nothing has changed. She’s still going to die a week after the wedding.”

The three demons glanced at each other then back at Bakugo, Sero pointed to Bakugo, “Sir, you said
you wanted her dead after the wedding.”

“A week after the wedding is after the wedding.” Bakugo retorted sharply.

“We were under the impression you meant after the wedding night since you changed it from after
the ceremony.” Kaminari remarked with a grin.

“I never fucking said that!” The Devil insisted, “I’ve always said after the damn wedding she’s to be
killed.”

Kirishima sighed, shrugging as he did, “Sure, my Lord, we’ll plan for a week after the wedding
then.”

“Good.” Bakugo grunted with a heated gaze, standing, “Clean up from dinner. I’m retiring to my
office. Nobody fucking bother me for the rest of the evening. I want to have some damn peace and
quiet.” He moved to the door then turned back to the group, “And which one of you shitty assholes
let Camie into the house?!”

“Camie?!” The three echoed in surprise.

“She was in the house?!” Kirishima exclaimed, standing as he did.

Bakugo brow furrowed in anger, “Yes. Put up a barrier around the manor. I don’t want any
uninvited guests waltzing into my home moving forward. If she shows up again, bring her to me. I’ll
kill her next time.”

“Yes sire!” They replied with a bow.

Leaving the dining room, Bakugo moved towards his office, snapping his fingers to restore the
broken hallways and decorations. As he watched the paintings mend and the repair of the walls, his
mind went back to the moment where he thought Uraraka had left. For the life of him, he couldn’t
understand why he had become so panicked to find Uraraka or the thought of her leaving had made
him become frantic for those brief moments.

Entering his office, Bakugo walked over and sat at the piano. He let out a deep sigh as his fingers
glided over the keys, playing aimlessly through the flood of notes. While he tried to lose himself in
the melody to decompress from the day, Bakugo’s eyes kept tugging to his peripheral view. It was
almost as if he was wishing to see Uraraka sitting at his side.

+++

Uraraka melted into the water, marveling at the claw-foot shower bath. Morningstar Manor had all
the modern amenities, with posh fixtures and luxurious decor. To be the lady of such a house made
her hum to herself with a sense of pleasantness. She inhaled slowly the aroma of roses and vanilla
from the oil of her bath, resting her head back on the lip of the tub as she stared at the intricate tiles
on the ceiling. They resembled what she imagined would be in a grand palace like Versaille or
Buckingham Palace. Truly, Bakugo had spared no expense in creating a lavish and comfortable
home for them. Her hands danced along the top of the water, watching the surface slowly rise up to
her fingertips.

Her mind started to wander to thinking about her ex-fiancé, which made her slide deeper into the tub
to the point the water covered her lips. She blew a few bubbles in frustration as she flicked the water.
Uraraka hadn’t seen him or heard from him in two years. For him to come back now seemed too
convenient, especially since he was supposed to marry a rich woman and she was getting married.
Word couldn’t have spread fast enough for him to have known and come back for some reason for
her.

He had made it perfectly clear she meant nothing to him, but his visit to her parents’ shop made his
audacity know no bounds.

Pushing herself back up, she rested her arms over the side of the tub, gliding over the porcelain with
a wrinkled nose, steam coming from her arms against the cool edge. She tilted her head as she looked
at the patterns of the dancing mist, observing the dew on her skin form into splattered droplets.
Uraraka bit her lip as she began to look around, “Mina? Are you there?”

Realizing she was alone, Uraraka sighed, draining the water as she reached over for a towel hanging
on the nearby chair. Carefully, she stepped out onto the bath rug, looking around the adjacent
dressing room to see her clothes were nowhere to be found. Letting out a rough sigh, Uraraka
peaked out of the door of the hallway, glancing down one side of the hall then the other. Her room
wasn’t too far away. She could creep down the hall and make it to her bedroom without being
noticed. Wrapping the towel around her body, she walked out into the corridor, noticing a figure out
of the corner of her eye. Uraraka jumped slightly to see Kaminari, whose face was becoming
increasingly red as his eyes remained locked on hers, refusing to look down.

“U-um… Hey Kaminari!” Uraraka said, cheerfully, smiling embarrassedly as she gave a tiny wave.
“Uh-uh-uhhh--!!” Kaminari stammered, stepping backward as his face continued to flush, not daring
to venture his eyes beyond her face, “M-m-milady--! I-I-I’m sorry--!!”

Before she could say another word, Uraraka saw a flash of white, feeling a heavy weighted fabric
wrap around her tightly before she was hoisted into the air. She let out a loud shriek as she felt her
gut land over a broad shoulder, seeing Bakugo’s patent leather boots and the hardwood flooring
below.

While she didn’t see his face, Uraraka could only imagine the look Bakugo was giving, judging by
the deep rumbling in his chest and dark aura growing around him, “Kaminari.”

“I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! Please don’t kill me, my Lord! I didn’t see anything!!”
Kaminari cried, falling to the ground and cowering backward, pleading with his hands as he did.

“Why the Hell were you lurking outside of the bathroom while Ochako was bathing?!” Bakugo
demanded.

“I wasn’t! I swear! I was just heading to my quarters and getting ready to retire for the night! I didn’t
even know she was in the bath!” Kaminari confessed truthfully, his voice high pitched and
squeaking.

When Uraraka realized what was going on, she began to wiggle in Bakugo’s grip, “He’s telling the
truth! Mina took my clothes and so I thought I could just head down the hall without being noticed
and we ran into each other!” she squirmed in his grasp and jumped as she felt his hand rest just under
her buttocks, a mere few inches from touching her, which made her face flush as she screamed,
“This is not decent, Katsuki! Put me down!”

She felt a quick hard smack on her backside, causing her to turn a deep shade of pink as a quick hot
flash from within her core flared, squealing as she dropped her head in mortification of herself, “Stop
fucking squirming. If you kick me, I’ll drop you.” Bakugo stated cooly.

“Katsuki--!” She whimpered, shifting in his grip with her arms pinned at her sides from his jacket
around her.

“You might want to be a bit more damn careful where you ‘wander’, Kaminari. If I catch you ogling
at my wife again, I’ll make you wish you never saw the fucking light of day.” Bakugo promised in a
low voice.

Kaminari nodded feverishly. Bakugo turned, allowing Uraraka to watch Kaminari make a mad dash
as he scampered away to his room. Uraraka felt her breath become labored as she continued to flush,
watching the grains of wood patterns in the floorboards as Bakugo carried her over his shoulder
down the hall. She let out little whines and moans, which started to catch his attention more than he
had anticipated. Bakugo let out a suppressive growl as he willed his body not to react with little
success.

When they reached their bedroom, Bakugo kicked the door closed with his heel, crossing over to the
bed where he grabbed Uraraka and laid her down on the mattress. Her face was a deep shade of
pink, partially due to her embarrassment and being upside-down for so long. The two stared at each
other for a few seconds before Bakugo shifted the coat from over her head to rest on her shoulders,
“You shouldn’t go wandering around the fucking house without clothes on. It’s getting colder,
you’ve been soaking wet for hours, you were sneezing earlier--! Don’t you have any fucking sense?
You’re a human! You get sick over the smallest things and can die so fucking easy, Ochako!”

Uraraka blinked as Bakugo arranged his coat to keep her warm. His face was so close as he seemed
focused on keeping her covered. Uraraka couldn’t cool her face enough as she realized he was
worried about her well being, “I’m sorry, Katsuki. It didn’t seem like a big deal.”

“I’ll have to have a few words with Ashido. She should’ve left you a robe or your nightgown instead
of taking your whole damn clothes and --” When he looked up, her face was inches from his.
Bakugo froze as his crimson eyes locked on her dark coffee ones. She was so close that he felt the
heat coming off of her body, her pouty pink lips slightly parted as her expression reflected an
unmistakable affection. Swallowing hard, Bakugo practically tore himself away from her, crossing to
her dresser as he pulled out a nightgown and tossed it to her, “Put some fucking clothes on before
you catch a cold. I won’t have my wife a sniffling mess at our wedding or worse.”

Uraraka grasped the garment and slowly stood, clutching at his jacket around her shoulders. “Your
wife.” she repeated softly, a smile playing on her lips as she did. Bakugo jerked, his eyes widening
as the bridge of his nose became flushed with color. He turned away from her, becoming
increasingly fixated on a spot on the wall as he struggled to steady his breathing.

Why was his chest so tight all of a sudden? Why was his body hot?

He heard the jacket hit the ground, followed by a slump of the towel. Without thinking clearly,
Bakugo looked back over his shoulder at her. All breath left his body as he looked upon her for the
first time. Her porcelain-like skin illuminated in the glow of the light in the room, with her soft curves
and slightly toned legs. Internally, he began to scream at himself to look away or leave the room, but
he was unable to tear his gaze.

To Hell with what anyone would think or say, at that moment even Aphrodite had no trace of beauty
compared to Uraraka.

When she finished dressing, Uraraka turned to him, realizing he had been watching her dress and
was in a paralyzed state.

For a brief moment, she giggled - there was no way that he was actually interested in her.

But when Bakugo didn’t move, she pursed her lips together as she walked over, causing him to stand
rigid as his breathing became erratic. Daringly, Uraraka wrapped her arms around his waist, bringing
her lips just a mere breath away from his, “Stay with me tonight.” she requested softly.

“That’s… that’s a bad idea,” Bakugo managed to choke out, unconsciously leaning into her, his
hands moving on their own to grasp her hips.

Uraraka slid her hands from his midsection, up his chest to around his neck, “Did you... see me?”

There was no point in lying, “Yes.”

“Do you think…” She looked away, down at the floor, “Do you think you could ever want me,
Katsuki?”

Bakugo couldn’t even muster a calloused remark or be nonchalant, “Yes.”

Her eyes trailed up to meet his once more, moving closer to him as her lips trespassed against his as
she pressed her soft body into his stone frame, “Then stay with me again tonight.”

Bakugo felt like he was becoming intoxicated, his head was spinning and he could barely think
straight. It didn’t help that she smelled of the warm combination of roses and vanilla, sweetly
beckoning him with her scent and sounds.
This woman.

This mortal.

She was tempting the Devil to her.

He lowered his head to her, his lips brushing against hers, though he refused to allow himself to let
them meet to taste her.

“You’re so worried about me catching a cold,” Uraraka whispered, her tone innocent but enticing,
“Please keep me warm, Katsuki.”

“Shit.” Bakugo groaned, turning his head away from her as she leaned in, kissing his cheek, down
his jaw. The red tie that rested around his neck floated to the floor as he felt her fingers trail to the
buttons on his shirt. As she slowly began to undo the bindings further, Bakugo’s hands shot up,
grabbing hers with a tight grip.

They both stilled as the air was wracked with their breathing. Nothing had even happened yet.

“I want to wait.” Bakugo gasped with a pained voice. Uraraka froze, her expression becoming
unreadable as her fingers paused in their task. He was split in two for the first time - one side cursing
at himself for allowing it to get to the point that they had reached and the other was swearing that if
he didn’t take her now then there’d be no rest for him, “This isn’t me rejecting you, Ochako.”

“What are you afraid of?” She murmured, slowly swaying on her feet in front of him as she looked at
their paired hands, “We’ll be married in a few days… and it’s not like either of us haven’t done this
before…”

Bakugo frowned as he gave her hands a gentle squeeze, “You mean to tell me after the bullshit your
ex put you through that you just want to haphazardly jump into bed with me?”

“Are you planning on leaving me before we get married?”

“Hell no.”

“Then what are you worried about? Why should it matter?” she asked quietly, her voice beginning to
tremble as she spoke.

Bakugo shook his head, trying to quiet the two conflicting voices within him, “I want to give you
everything you deserve.”

When he said it at that exact moment he wasn’t lying.

Uraraka let out a dark laugh as her hands fell at her sides, “What I deserve…”

He could feel her withdrawing from him, even though she didn’t move a muscle. Hastily, Bakugo
pulled her to him, wrapping an arm around her waist while the other hand cradled her cheek, “Look
at me, Ochako.”

When she looked at him, Bakugo’s chest twisted once more at the sadness in her eyes as she forced a
half smile. Unconsciously, she moved into his touch, savoring the warmth on the side of her face.
His touch felt like warm summer sunlight on her skin. Bakugo steadied himself, “You told me to not
make you cry, so I’m doing everything I can to make sure you have no regrets later.”

“Are you afraid something will happen that you don’t want?”
“What could possibly fucking happen that I don’t want? Do you have any damn idea how much I’m
restraining myself right now?” As soon as he finished his sentence, Uraraka’s eyes began to brim
with tears, as she turned away from him, shaking her head slowly before he roughly pulled her back
to him, “Talk to me. Why are you crying?”

“Are you afraid that I could conceive?” she sobbed, “Because you don’t need to worry about that.”

It felt like someone had just punched him in the gut when he realized why she was really upset.

The secret he had seen in her lifeline.

He took a deep breath as she started to cry harder, bringing her hands to her face.

“You don’t need an heir or anything like that, do you?” Uraraka wept, her body shaking, “Because I
don’t think… I don’t think I can---”

Don’t ask her.

“Why the Hell would you think such a thing?”

Do you really want to know?

Uraraka began to quake uncontrollably, desperately trying to hide her face from Bakugo, “Because I-
-I---”

Before she could finish, Bakugo pulled her hands from her face, forcing her to look him in the eye,
“Whatever you’re about to tell me, only do it because you want to, not because you feel obligated to
warn me of something that may or may not matter. Alright? I’m marrying you because I want to be
with you. Whatever else comes from that then fucking fine, but that’s not what I’m expecting, do you
understand me?”

Her eyes were red and wrought with pain, “I’m a failure as a woman, Katsuki. Do you really want a
broken woman?”

Bakugo held his head up, looking down at her with a stern look, “Who the fuck called you broken or
a failure? I’ll turn them to ash and torture their souls for eternity for it,” Uraraka gnawed on her
bottom lip but did not look away from him, “Was it your shitty ex? Did that bastard put that thought
in your head?”

“He… he didn’t want me.”

“Good, his loss is my fucking gain then.” Bakugo boasted. To his relief, Uraraka let out a small
giggle in reaction. Gently, he wiped the tears from her eyes with his thumb, leaning over and resting
his forehead against hers before scooping her up in his arms. Uraraka snuggled into his chest as he
carried her over to the bed, moving to turn down the sheets before he laid her on the soft mattress and
pillows.

As he turned to leave, Uraraka grabbed his arm gently, “Please stay with me.”

Bakugo sighed as he surveyed her. The voice that was angry with himself had all but faded, but the
voice that wanted her remained. He decided to humor his desire to a fault.

Uraraka watched him remove his gloves and leave them on the nightstand then climb into bed next to
her. Almost immediately, she curled up into his side, settling her head in the crook of his shoulder as
her cheek rested on his chest. Bakugo listened to her quietly mourn, bringing her closer into his
embrace as he made soothing noises for her to settle. He waited until she fell asleep to allow himself
to drift off as well.
 The Devil That You Know
Chapter by Marle

When she woke the next morning Uraraka thought she was dreaming.

As she opened her eyes, she felt the warmth of a body and saw the sun through ivory wings, their
color warm with the morning glow. Beneath her, Bakugo laid still resting, reverted back to his divine
form. For some reason, Uraraka never found the grey skin, red claws, and fallen halo frightening -
instead she was intrigued.

At some point during the night, he removed his shirt and cradled her on top of him. She propped
herself up on her elbow, tracing a hand over the curve of his wings out to the delicate tips. The
feathers were soft and sleek, nothing like she would’ve expected from the Devil. The preachers and
nuns at church spoke of a serpent or depicted a little red being with horns and a tail, never did she
expect to see something as magnificent as Bakugo.

“You should be careful.” His voice rumbled as his eyes opened halfway. Uraraka looked back into
his crimson gaze with the black scleras.

“Do you feel it when I touch them?” she asked, continuing to brush her fingers over the feathers.

“Not the feathers so much but I did when you ran your hand over the top near my shoulders. If I had
to put an analogy to it then my wings are like a bird’s as far as their anatomy goes.” Bakugo
mumbled, letting his head fall back into the pillow and closing his eyes again.

Uraraka smiled sweetly as she rested her hands on his chest, placing her chin on her wrists as she
peered up at him, “You know I never would’ve imagined I’d wake up encased in angel wings.”

“Devil wings,” Bakugo corrected roughly, “Angel wings are pure white and have this fucking
annoying glow to them.”

“Do Kirishima and the others have wings too?”

“No. Kirishima is a demon and the others used to be a Cerberus-like demon.”

Uraraka’s eyes widened in surprise, “You turned a three-headed beast into three people?”

“You make it sound like it’s so damn impressive.”

“That must have been difficult.”

“Not really,” Bakugo yawned, “It took more effort to restore the manor.”

“I see,” Uraraka grinned, brushing a few strands of hair from Bakugo’s eyebrows, “I was surprised
to wake up to find you like this.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes, shifting her in his grasp, “Since we were a little preoccupied last night, we
didn’t pull the curtains closed. So when the sun came up it made the place too fucking bright and you
don’t seem like the type to rise with the dawn.”

“It depends on the time of year,” Uraraka stated, “Some flowers need to be tended in the early
morning hours because they won’t bloom properly otherwise.”
“... anyway, I used my wings to block the sun for a little longer and dozed off again until I felt you…
touching my wings.” Bakugo grumbled.

“You make it sound like I was doing something naughty,” Uraraka jeered, carefully sitting up as
Bakugo’s wings spread from around them, “Would you rather me not pet your wings?”

Bakugo’s lips curled up to bare his teeth, “You don’t fucking ‘pet’ Devil wings, Ochako! These are
symbols of my damn job and my divinity.”

Uraraka giggled as she watched his wings retract, his skin becoming pink as he sat up, muttering
under his breath as he put his shirt back on, “Okay, I won’t pet your wings anymore.”

“It just feels pretty damn weird. No one has ever had the gall to try to touch my wings before, let
alone while I was sleeping.” Bakugo snapped, recalling the stirring sensation he felt as she caressed
them. He would bite his tongue off before he admitted he enjoyed it. Shaking his head, he put his
gloves on with an overly attentive focus.

“And yet here I stand and live to tell the tale,” Uraraka boasted, smiling as she put her hands on her
hips, tossing her head in pride, “Oh, if only I could tell someone that I got to touch real angel wings!”

“Devil! They’re fucking Devil wings!” Bakugo growled, “You fucking heard right the first time!”

Biting her lips to avoid laughing, Uraraka nodded, “I’m just teasing you, Katsuki, I won’t do it again
if you don’t want me to.”

He let out a frustrated grunt as he left the bed, crossing the room as he made his way to the door, “I
have to get to work.”

“Might I have my friends over for tea later?” Uraraka asked, clasping her hands together, “I want
them to see our beautiful home.”

Bakugo let out a sigh of annoyance but didn’t want to fight her. If her friends were there then he’d
have to deal with her less, “Fine.”

Jumping to her feet, Uraraka pranced over to Bakugo, throwing her arms around his neck and
kissing his cheek quickly before she turned him away from her, “Lovely! Now get out! I need to
dress! Please send Mina in to help me!”

Immediately, the image of Uraraka flashed across his vision, recalling the night before when he had
laid eyes upon her naked form for the first time. Bakugo fought back a blush as he tugged at the door
handle, hurrying out. Ashido approached with Uraraka’s dress from the day before draped over her
arm, “Ashido, help Ochako get dressed.”

“That’s where I was heading,” Ashido replied with a grin. She blinked as she looked at Bakugo’s
face, “Master, are you feeling okay? You’re all flustered.”

“I’m fucking fine! Go help Ochako!” Bakugo barked, storming passed her. His footfall was hard as
he made his way to his office, breathing heavily as he shut his eyes tight and cleared his head. Alas,
when he closed them he could only see the silhouette of Uraraka’s figure in the glow of the light
from the previous evening. Cursing profusely under his breath as he barged into his office, Bakugo
slammed the door shut behind him, crossing to his desk as he sat down, gripping the chair arms
tightly. His head fell back to rest on the top rail, a long groan escaped his lips as his hands began to
smoke.

“Rough morning already?” his mother’s voice called from the mirror.
Bakugo turned his head, his gaze narrowing at the gilded mirror, “That’s it--! I’m putting up a damn
curtain over that fucking thing.”

“How’s my lovely daughter-in-law to be fairing?”

“She’s getting dressed.” Bakugo mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he continued to try in vain to push
the image of Uraraka from his mind.

“And you know that why?” Mitsuki beamed, folding her arms with a sly grin.

Bakugo glared at his mother, “Nothing has fucking happened yet, if that’s what you’re insinuating.”

Mitsuki’s mouth dropped open in surprise, “Are you serious? You haven’t bedded her yet?”

“No,” Bakugo hissed, leaning towards the mirror, “Not for lack of her trying. I told her I wanted to
wait until we were married.”

“Wow,” Mitsuki murmured in wonder, “She must be special if you’re holding out until your
wedding night.”

Bakugo twitched briefly, “Why are you here?”

Mitsuki’s face turned somber as she folded her hands in front of her, “You to come back for a few
days. Apparently without the Devil in his rightful place, things get a little rambunctious here in Hell.”

A sinister laugh emitted from the back of Bakugo’s throat, “What’s wrong, old hag? Can’t handle the
damned as well as you used to?”

“That’s not it, you cheeky little bastard!” Mitsuki shot back, “There’s balance needed to be
maintained in this world and it’s our duty to keep the scales in order.”

“Does this mean you’re nixing our deal?” Bakugo asked, his voice low and menacing.

Mitsuki held her head up, looking down the bridge of her nose at her son, her eyes glowing as she
grinned, “Unless you no longer want my throne, then fuck no.”

“Hmph,” Bakugo turned back to his desk, “I can’t leave Ochako. Things aren’t very secure between
us right now and I don’t want her fucking flaking out on me.”

“You mean Camie?” Mitsuki interjected, “Had I realized she was planning to come see you, I never
would’ve allowed her to leave Hell.”

“Yeah well, she certainly caused some shit between Ochako and I. Didn’t you see through your
freaky spy mirror?”

Rolling her eyes as she folded her arms, Mitsuki tilted her head, “I told you I’m not always watching
you.”

“Whatever.”

“You need to figure out a way to assure your wife-to-be that when you leave that it’s not to be away
from her,” Mitsuki instructed, wagging her finger at her son, “If she can’t trust you then that’s your
fucking problem, but you have responsibilities, Katsuki. You need to think of a way to make her feel
secure and know you’re still hers while you’re gone.”

Bakugo tapped his fingers in annoyance, “That I’m ‘still hers’... I’m pledging my life to the damn
woman.”

“Your ex also showed up and probably did something that made you look guilty of some shit, am I
right?”

“Fuck off.”

“I’m right,” Mitsuki sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, “I’ll never understand why you messed
with that nymph for as long as you did. You didn’t even like her.”

Bakugo gave a cold shrug, “She was a good fuck and more than willing to do whatever I wanted. I
could’ve given less of a shit about her personality.”

“Well now you have the bruised ego of a scorned woman to deal with and your wife-to-be’s
insecurities over it.”

“No shit, old hag, so tell me something useful. Like how the fuck do I fix this?” Bakugo demanded.

Mitsuki winked, placing her hand on her cheek, “This is on you to figure out, Katsuki. After all,
you’re getting married and I have yet to meet the woman, so I can’t tell you what would make her
happy.”

Bakugo frowned, his leg jarring in annoyance before they heard a knock on the door.

“Katsuki? Can I come in?” Ochako’s soft voice called from the other side.

Mitsuki perked up, clasping her hands together, “Oooh! So she arrives! I’ll leave you to it.”

Growling in irritation as his mother disappeared, Bakugo rubbed his temples, “Ochako, you don’t
need to ask to enter. Just come in whenever you fucking feel like it.”

Uraraka entered the room wearing a light blue-gray blouse and a high-waist navy blue skirt with her
hair pulled back in a messy bun, “I wanted to let you know the girls will be over for tea and lunch
around noon. I’m going to go work in the garden for a little bit if that’s alright.”

An amused smile played on Bakugo’s lips, “You can always do as you please, Ochako. There’s no
need to ask my permission for every damn little thing.”

“I know, but I wouldn’t want you tearing up the house again because you didn’t know where I was.”
Uraraka replied with a smile.

His face fell into an irritated scowl, “Ashido has a big fucking mouth.”

“Mina is my friend,” Uraraka declared, walking over to him and leaning against his desk, “She’s
bound to tell me some things.”

“Mmhmm… listen, Ochako, we need to talk.” Bakugo began, gesturing for Uraraka to sit on the
chair opposite him on the other side of the desk.

Uraraka’s brow furrowed in concern, “I think I’ll stay here.”

“Fine,” Bakugo huffed, “I need to go away for awhile.”

Despite her best effort to keep a neutral expression, Bakugo noticed the color drain from Uraraka’s
face, “I-I see.”
“Calm down, it’ll only be a few days,” he assured, reaching for her left hand, his thumb brushing
over her ring finger, “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Why do you need to go away? We have so much to plan with the elopement and then I’d really like
a party after and--” Uraraka’s mouth quivered as she felt a crushing wave of despair begin to well in
her chest.

Bakugo wet his lips as he stared at her with a pensive gaze. He had to think of something and fast to
make her feel secure that he wasn’t about to abandon her. His mother’s words came back to haunt
him as he raced to find what could possibly set her at ease. When the idea came to him, he took a
long pause as he couldn’t believe what he was about to offer, “If I gave you my heart to keep, would
it make you feel better?”

“Your what?” Uraraka gasped.

“My heart.” Bakugo repeated, grasping at his chest, “If I don’t have my heart back within seven days
then I’ll turn to stone and be frozen in time.”

The corner of Uraraka’s mouth curled up into a nervous smile, “Y-you can’t be serious, Katsuki.”

“You’d have a guarantee that I’d come back to you,” Bakugo said cooly, shaking his head as he did,
“I have no idea what the fuck else to do at this point to make you feel secure and we don’t have the
time for me to earn your trust back. I can’t control what you suspect I’m doing while I’m not with
you, but this is the only way I can think of that you won't think I’m going to bail on you.”

Curiosity took over her, “How?”

Bakugo stood up, grunting as he did, “This is going to hurt like a bitch…”

Uraraka watched in a mix of awe and horror as Bakugo lurched over his desk, his hand plunging
into his chest before he tore out his heart. Immediately, the wound healed before her eyes though the
pulsing organ remained in Bakugo’s grasp. He took a few shallow breaths as his heart shrank in his
hand, taking the shape of a small gold necklace with a rose charm that resembled a dazzling ruby.
Bakugo groaned as he moved to Uraraka, taking the necklace and placing it around her neck, “Don’t
fucking lose this or I’m up shit creek without a paddle.”

“O-o-of course,” Uraraka stammered, feeling the warmth of the heart through her layers of clothing.
She adjusted it to rest under her blouse where no one else could see it. When she turned around,
immediately she saw the change within him and knew what he had given her was a risk for him. He
was so pale, almost ghostly white, “Are you going to be okay?”

Bakugo nodded, his skin turning gray as his eyes faded black and wings formed from behind, “I’ll be
back as soon as I fucking can. Until then, do as you please and keep yourself happy but safe. Do you
understand? If something happens, all you have to do is summon me with your heart and I’ll come.
But do me a damn favor… don’t call me back for some bullshit.”

“Y-yes.” Uraraka stuttered, nodding her head as she did.

His eyes swept over her, noticing the concern on her face.

Good.

Bakugo would have rather see Uraraka look worried for him than sad.

As he turned towards the gilded mirror, Bakugo was stopped by Uraraka’s arms around his waist,
hugging him tightly from behind, her soft body pressing into his wings and lower back. His breath
hitched as he grasped the sides of the portal. Her touch was enrapturing, he had to leave or he
wouldn’t part from her.

“Be safe.” She whispered, giving a squeeze before she released him. Bakugo refused to look back at
her. He had to get away from her and put some distance between them - after all, he had his plans
and duty to fulfill. As he crossed into the darkness, Bakugo noticed a weight on his chest that
confused him. His heart was no longer within him, so why was there an ache? Why was he
struggling to not look back over his shoulder at Uraraka?

The smell of sulfur and cries of the damned began to fill his senses. They were a stark contrast to the
warm bed he had left that was drenched in sunlight and his beautiful fiancée, who smelled of earth
and roses.

+++

Tsu’s voice interrupted her train of thought, “Ochako? Are you okay?”

Uraraka blinked and shook her head, smiling as she mentally brought herself back to the room, “Yes,
I’m so sorry. I missed what you said there.”

“We were just saying how your fiancé is so elusive!” Hagakure exclaimed, sipping her tea, “Your
house is amazing, though! I’ve never seen such luxurious furnishings or beautiful rooms!”

“It’s almost like each room has its own theme,” Jirou observed, looking around, “If I didn’t know
any better, I’d swear your parlor was in an Arabian palace.”

“Even our parlor isn’t a fine as this one,” Yaoyorozu grinned, “It’s so exotic. And the tea is lovely,
Mina! I’ve never had a blend this smooth!”

“Thanks! I’m still trying to get the hang of making different kinds of tea.” Ashido replied with a
gracious smile.

“But seriously, Ochako, where is this mystery man of yours?” Hagakure asked, teasingly waving her
stirring spoon at her friend.

Tell her friends the truth was out of the question, “He’s away on business for the week.”

“Business?” her friends echoed with alarm.

“But didn’t you say your elopement was next weekend?” Yaoyorozu asked.

Uraraka nodded, playing with her engagement ring as she did, “It’s fine. My dress is all that really
matters and Mama and I will make my bouquet.”

Tsu took a sip of her tea before she set her cup down on the saucer, “What about a reception?”

Folding her hands together on the table, Uraraka looked at her friends with a grin, “I have an idea of
something to do to the gardens outside of the house. I want to make it a present of Katsuki.”

Jirou raised an eyebrow as she leaned in on the table, “What were you thinking?”

Uraraka gestured to the sky, “I want to make it feel like the Elysian Fields or the Garden of Eden.
With beautiful flowers and greenery that has a large dance floor, with live music and a outdoor
pavilion that looks like it belongs in Ancient Greece.”
“That’s quite the vision,” Jirou remarked with a smile, “I can help with the music.”

“My family has connections that can help with the pavilion and decorations.” Yaoyorozu offered.

“And we’ll be happy to help with the flowers, as always, right Toru?” Tsui chimed in.

Hagakure raised her hand in excitement, “Of course! We’ll do anything for our Ochako! I’m so
excited for you!”

“It’ll be wonderful,” Uraraka sighed with a dreamy look on her face, touching her collar as she felt
Katsuki’s heart warm against her, “I hope Katsuki will like it too.”

“If he doesn’t he’s a fool!” Hagakure chirped.

Jirou’s face fell as she looked at Uraraka, “Speaking of fools… I saw Shindo yesterday leaving your
parents’ shop.”

A still silence swept over the group as the women exchanged glances before focusing back on
Uraraka.

“I’m aware Yo is back in town,” Uraraka lamented, gripping her hands together as she fought to
keep her emotions in check, “But it doesn’t matter now. He’s welcome to spend his money at my
parents’ shop. Not that they need it now, but there’s a satisfaction that he still feels the need to make
himself a part of my life - even though he never will be again.”

“Narcissistic bastard,” Jirou grumbled, punching her fist to her hand, “I should just deck him next
time I see him.”

“It’s fine, Kyouka, really. I’m far too excited about getting married to worry about him anyway.”
Uraraka assured, waving her hands in a dismissive fashion.

“Have you told Deku yet?” Tsu asked.

Uraraka shook her head, “No, but I want to because I’d love for him and Melissa to at least come to
the reception. Plus he’d be so tickled for me to be living so well now.”

Concern was written all over Tsu’s face, “Are you really okay with all of this, Ochako? I know
we’ve asked before but we just want you happy and not to rush into anything.”

Without her realizing, a genuine smile formed on Uraraka’s face, her fingertips touching the warm
necklace with tenderness through the layer of clothing, “Katsuki gave me his heart so I mean to
cherish and protect it. I appreciate you worrying for me, especially after everything with Yo and
knowing how I felt for Deku, but Katsuki is different from any other man I’ve known in my life.”

A collective “Awww” came from her friends, causing the group to break down in a surge of giggles
as Uraraka blushed. As they continued to chat away the afternoon, Uraraka sat with a quiet smile,
feeling content at the closeness she now experienced to Bakugo. She would patiently wait for him
and look forward to his return home.

+++

The days passed and Uraraka kept herself busy. Between planning the elopement and reception with
her friends and taking care of their home, she barely had a moment to let her thoughts wander,
though she was constantly thinking about Bakugo. She spent most of her time gardening and tending
to the house with Ashido, as well as made a few trips to town to see her parents.
The hardest time for her was at night.

Sleeping in an empty bed without Bakugo had become a great disappointment, especially after
waking up with wings around her. Her face grew warm as she recalled his sleeping form, the etched
details of his muscles, his chiseled jawline, and long dark eyelashes. How she longed to see him and
be with him again. Tracing her fingertips over her lips, Uraraka began to fantasize about what it
would have been like to kiss Bakugo. She had gotten so close, but for some reason he was still
keeping a distance from her.

Pondering on how to bring them closer, Uraraka wondered if it might be in her advantage to learn to
play piano. When she was younger, she played the flute at finishing school but couldn’t afford one
after she left her studies. Trying to figure out activities for them to do together left her stumped - after
all, Bakugo was centuries old and what on Earth would the Devil do for fun?

What did he like?

What did he dislike?

Uraraka barely knew anything about Bakugo, but she felt like he had a familiarity with her for some
reason. He was understanding of her and why she behaved the way she did that it seemed like he
knew her life already. Shifting between the sheets, she hugged the pillow close to her chest,
steadying her breathing as she focused on the warmth from Katsuki’s heart. If she didn’t know better,
she almost felt like it was beating the soft rhythm she heard when she laid against his chest at night.
The pulsing sound made her slowly slip into a deep sleep.

One more night alone and he would be home with her the next day.

As she slumbered, her dreams turned into nightmares, feeling like she was somewhere that was
stifling hot and reeked of a rotting smell. Her eye fluttered open to see darkness around her. She was
on a platform of some sort, surrounded by fire and sounds of screaming. Wincing at the noise,
Uraraka gasped, clasping her hands over her ears as she tried to drown out the agonizing wails and
cries.

She walked towards the edge, looking down Ochako swore she saw people in the flames below,
reaching up and crying out in agony, causing her to stumble backward and turn away.

It smelled like decay.

Her heart began to race in her chest as she looked around frantically.

“This is awful--!” Uraraka cried out, shaking her head as she slapped her cheeks, “Wake up! Wake
up!”

“This is Hell, dear girl.” A smooth voice called from the shadows.

Uraraka turned with a start to see Camie walk out from the darkness. She looked different than
before, her skin was red with a long thin demon tail that swayed behind her as she walked. Her eyes
blazed a horrid yellow as she had the same black scleras as Bakugo. Uraraka felt her stomach sink as
she instinctively reached for Bakugo’s heart, covering it with her hand as she stood her ground.

Camie luscious lips turned up into an amused smile, “So you’re Lord Bakugo’s wife?”

“I am.” Uraraka confirmed without a trace of denial in her voice.

Slowly, Camie began to circle Uraraka, making a study of her as she tapped her chin, crossing an
arm across her midsection, “What about you is so special that made him decide to commit to you?
You’re a mortal, after all, and an innocent at that.”

Uraraka let out a shaky laugh, “Your guess is as good as mine, but I’m grateful for Katsuki’s
affection and dedication. Perhaps he knows I’ll never betray him.”

“I’d never betray him because I have eternity while you have a few miserable years.” Camie
snapped, “You’ll grow old and frail, with wrinkles and sagging skin just to become worm food and
turn to nothingness. Your pretty little soul will go to Pearly Gates of Heaven and you’d never see the
Black Gates of Hell.”

“Maybe your jealousy is why Katsuki didn’t choose you.” Uraraka concluded with a confident grin.
She only saw a flash before she felt the searing heat of a slap across her face so hard that she spun
around and hit the floor hard.

“You insolent little bitch!” Camie yelled, “How dare you mock me! Do you have any idea the divine
being that you’re married to? Who he is?!”

Uraraka held back a groan as she pulled herself up, realizing her cheek had been burned by Camie’s
strike, “I know Katsuki. I know he’s the Devil.”

“He’s not just the Devil. A mortal like you could never understand,” Camie taunted with a satisfied
grin, “Have you any idea how many of your kind we used to torture together? How we enjoyed
ripping the pathetic sinful souls apart piece by piece? Do you know the sheer pleasure that your
husband gets from hearing someone scream for mercy after they themselves had shown none in their
pathetic little lives?”

Despite Camie’s revelations, Uraraka’s expression did not change. Her hands remained in balled fists
at her side as the heat bellowed around them, causing her hair and nightgown to flow in the air.

She did not look at Camie with anger or fear, but pity, “He never loved you, no matter what you
tried, did he?”

Camie jerked as her eyes flared gold with rage, “What the Hell did you just say?!”

“I know what that’s like,” Uraraka explained, “To give a man your everything… your mind, your
heart, your body… you do everything they want and then some but it’s never enough for them.
Then, as if overnight, they become everything you wanted them to be for someone else.”

The demon’s mouth gaped open before curling into a horrid snarl, “You arrogant little--!!”

“I’m sorry Katsuki broke your heart, Camie,” Uraraka apologized, gripping Bakugo’s heart around
her neck in a protective fashion. She realized that Camie wasn’t able to sense what the token of
affection was, “And you’re right. I don’t know what he’s like or who he has been but I can assume
all the horrors and evils he’s done because of the role he plays in our world. But I also know
something that I don’t think you’ve ever experienced from him and perhaps that’s why you hate me
so much...”

“And what is that?!” Camie fumed with raging eyes.

“I know his kindness,” Uraraka predicted, holding her head up in confidence, “I know his laughter
and what it sounds like- the kind of laughter that is pure joy with no malice in it. I know his heart
because he’s given it to me and showed me his soul without reservation because he wants me to trust
him.”
“You… You--!! You don’t know a damn thing about him!! You’ve no idea on how to please him!
How could a mere mortal like you ever hope to satisfy a divine being?! Have you any idea how
many times he’s ravaged my body and I’ve drank his in full?!” The red demon taunted.

Uraraka’s face fell, slowly shaking her head, “He really hurt you and I know what you’re feeling,
which makes it worse. But even if you cast me into that pit over there, it won’t make Katsuki love
you, Camie.”

“And now you’ve grown dull…” Camie proclaimed coldly, snapping her fingers. From the ground
emerged three dark hounds with glowing gold eyes, snarling and foaming at the mouth. Uraraka
stood firm, though she felt as though her heart might explode in her chest at any moment, “Eat her
alive. Make her suffer.”

Camie turned away, disappearing in a cloud of red smoke as the dark hounds circled Uraraka. Before
she could think, they were on her, tackling Uraraka to the ground. She refused to cry out in pain as
the one bit her ankle, while the other bore into her thigh. As one lunged at her neck, Uraraka held her
arm up, blocking the mongrel from snapping at Katsuki’s heart. Despite the agony, she only let out a
small noises, kicking and punching the hounds that attempted to devour her. When she finally cried
out, her pained scream echoed through the cavern, “Katsuki!!!”

Almost instantly, Uraraka saw a flash of ivory, followed by a horrid roar, whimpering dogs, and
tearing sounds. Blood splattered across her face as she sat up, shrieking in surprise as she saw a spew
of red. When she finally could see what had happened, the dark hounds laid sprawled out, ripped to
shreds like some wild animal had torn into them.

That was when she saw him.

Bakugo's arms were drenched up to his biceps in blood with splashes over his chest and wings.
Blood dripped from his mouth as he smeared it from his face, eyes glowing with a murderous red
rage. The feathers on his wings were on edge- like the fur on a feral animal when hunting or
threatened. When he realized she was still alive, they settled as he approached her. Without words,
he looked over her with a cold gaze. Uraraka wiped the blood from her face using her sleeve as she
quaked before him. They stared at one another for a few brief moments before Bakugo fell to his
knees and began to tremble.

“Katsuki!” Uraraka exclaimed, crawling over to him. Immediately, she noticed his feet and hands
were starting to turn to stone. In a panic, she began to fumble with the necklace around her neck, her
fingers slipping on the blood, unable to undo the clasp.

Bakugo shook his head, grabbing her, “We have to get home now.”

He locked his arms around her as he took off into the darkness, flying over the wailing pits and
damned souls. When Uraraka looked up, she saw them heading towards a light that grew brighter
until Bakugo’s wings wrapped around them as he held her closer to him. They crashed through the
mirror into Bakugo’s office, rolling on the ground until they stopped. Uraraka laid shaking under
Bakugo, who was growling in pain as the stone had reached his waist, “What do I do?!”

“Take the necklace off and push it into where my heart should go.” Bakugo instructed with labored
breath.

Frustrated by the slipping, Uraraka yelped as she yanked the chain from around her neck, breaking
the clasp and shoving the trinket into Bakugo’s chest. It disappeared almost instantly and Bakugo
sucked in a long breath before exhaling. To their relief, the stone faded from his body, but Bakugo
immediately became fixated on Uraraka’s injuries.

“What the Hell fucking happened?! Why didn’t you call me sooner?! How the fuck did you end up
in Hell?!” Bakugo raged.

Uraraka managed to give a small relieved smile, “I protected your heart. I was afraid those things
might eat it and you’d be turned to stone forever.”

His eyes widened as his mouth parted in shock, “That’s what you were fucking worried about?! Hell
hounds were trying to rip you to shreds and you were worried about me?!”

She blinked in confusion at the surprise in his tone, “Of course. I’m going to be your wife. My job is
to protect you as you protect me and my family.”

When she noticed he started to tremble again, Uraraka immediately became concerned, “Are you
okay? Are you hurting somewhere?”

“Shit, Ochako…” Bakugo breathed, “That’s what you’ve been thinking about all this time since I
left? Protecting me?”

Uraraka nodded, “Yes. I mean I missed you too, but you were working and I didn’t want anything to
happen to you.”

Bakugo cradled her face in his hands, his thumbs lightly caressing the curve of her cheeks, resting his
forehead against hers. As he exhaled again, Uraraka’s wounds closed and the burn on her face
healed, “You’re a fucking mortal. A live innocent mortal. Tell me how the fuck did you end up in
Hell, Ochako?”

“I think Camie took me there somehow.” she concluded.

Immediately, Bakugo’s feathers stood on end and the dark aura returned around him as his eyes
flared red, “When I get my hands on that fucking bitch I’m going to--!!”

Before he was able to spout another venomous word, Uraraka wrapped her arms around his neck
and pulled him to her, her lips crushing against his as she moved beneath him. Bakugo froze
immediately, his mind going blank as her tongue pushed past his lips and danced across his own.

Uraraka broke away only for a split second before she kissed him again, this time deeper and with
great need.

She tasted sweeter than Bakugo could’ve ever imagined. Her lips were petal soft and she tasted like
fresh peppermint. The kiss was hard, then gentle, then hard again. She grabbed his claw and pulled it
to her breast while she placed the other on her upper thigh, riding her nightgown up to expose her
legs completely. Bakugo lost himself for a moment, his merciless mouth devouring hers with a
hungry need.

As he molded his palm to her breast and under the curve of her backside, Bakugo felt his control
slipping. He would pull away from her any moment now. Just one more moment.

Another kiss and he’d pull away.

Just another squeeze.

Another caress.
Another taste.

She was soft and warm. Her soft sighs as she arched herself against his touch, her legs wrapping
around his waist as she beckoned him to her. He felt a ripple of ecstacy jolt though his body as her
hands glided up the feathers of his wings, caressing their tops before trailing down to the spot where
they joined into his back.

“Ochako,” he groaned against their lips, his claws indiscriminately running over her supple curves,
“Ochako, we have to fucking stop-- or I won’t be able to stop--”

“Then don’t.” she pleaded, pulling him to her as she rocked her hips against him. Bakugo buried his
face in the curve of her neck as he let out a low growl, feeling the heat through his trousers of her
wanting core, his body fully alert and responding to hers.

Something was different.

As Bakugo felt her move and quake against him, his senses were heightened, savoring her every
breath, every gasp, every whisper of desire in his ear. As the sweet scent of earth and roses filled his
lungs, he ground against her, enabling her to feel the length of his swollen member, causing her to
gasp out loud.

Another kiss -- just one more.

Another moment of touching her would be enough.

Just another gasp or plea from her and he’d stop everything.

“Make love to me, Katsuki.” She implored.

Love.

Bakugo froze, growling as he forced himself onto his hands and knees, her legs still draped around
his waist, “I can’t.”

He noticed she didn’t get upset this time. Instead, Uraraka reached up to his face, caressing his grey
hot cheek with bright loving eyes, “Why not? Don’t you think you deserve to be loved?”

The corner of his mouth twitched, “That’s a part of it… but if I’m being fucking truthful then I don’t
think I know how to.”

She nodded in understanding, sliding her legs down so the rested on either side of him, her hands
running through his hair before gliding over his wings gently and settling on his chest, “Would you
be willing to let me show you how?”

Bakugo let out a dry puff of laughter, “What? Are you in love with me already?”

“No,” Uraraka admitted quietly, “But I think I can.”

A lighter chuckled emitted from his chest as he hung his head, “You had an attempt on your life, I’m
covered in blood, your nightgown is ruined, and this is the fucking moment you realize you can fall
in love with me?”

“Is that a problem?” she asked, tilting her head to the side with a warm smile.

“You’re a fucking weird one, Ochako,” Bakugo pointed out before dropping his head and planting a
light kiss on her lips, “But you’re my fucking weird one.”
Uraraka smiled, hugging him as he pulled her up to sit up, “I’m okay with that. We should get you
cleaned up though before we retire. It’s almost dawn.”

“No need,” Bakugo said, as his skin began to lighten and his wings retracted. As he transformed
back into his human state, the blood disappeared and his clean white jacket appeared around his
shoulders. There wasn’t a drop of blood on him. He surveyed Uraraka, sighing as he pulled at her
nightgown, “We will need to get you a new fucking nightgown to sleep in.”

“I could sleep naked.” Uraraka teased, smirking as she did.

Bakugo rolled his eyes with a grin as he scooped her up into his arms. She giggled as he carried her
over the threshold of the office, heading towards the hallway.

“Tempting, Ochako, very tempting,” he remarked, gently nipping her cheek, “But not tonight.”

+++

Elsewhere in the cathedral in town, a congregation of priests had gathered.

“There’s something wicked in our good city,” one of the elders proclaimed, “It’s as if the Devil
himself has made his home here.”

Another nodded in agreement, “It seems darkness has befallen us, but why now? Have we not been
devote in our duties?”

“Devotion has nothing to do with it,” A younger man in a dark blue suit proclaimed, stepping onto
the cathedral floor in the light of the stained glass window. He was tall with a wide muscular frame,
his hair a dark blue with square-shaped dark blue eyes. He pushed his rectangular glasses up his nose
as his thin hooked eyebrow furrowed together, “Evil knows no boundaries and does not adhere to
the rules of men.”

“Tenya Iida,” the bishop began, “Your family has served the church as one of the most prestigious
exorcists that we’ve ever known. We are entrusting you to find the route of this evil and send it back
to Hell where it belongs.”

Iida stood firm as he bowed deeply to the clergy, “Rest assure, your graces, I will not fail.”
 The Devil says "I Do"

Bakugo grumbled as he finished tying the red tie around his neck, grabbing his gray vest before
snatching up his pocket watch, “This is so degrading.”

“Yeah,” Kirishima observed, looking around the room, “Who would’ve thought that we’d end up in
a church of all places? You’re getting married in a chapel. It’s ironic.”

“It’s disgusting,” Bakugo sneered, adjusting his buckled as he began to examine his white cape,
picking off the specks of dust he noticed, “I can’t believe I even agreed to this madness.”

“Uraraka wasn’t exactly twisting your arm when she asked for this arrangement,” Kaminari
snickered, holding his hand over his mouth to hide his smile.

Sero leaned against the wall and folded his arms, “Yeah boss, I was nervous we’d burst into flames
walking into this place.”

“Hmph,” Bakugo wrapped the cape around his shoulders, adjusting the gold ornaments that hung
from his shoulders to attach to the other side, “You know damn well that whole ‘bursting into
flames’ bit is complete bullshit.”

“Still,” Kirishima began, tapping his finger on the table, with a sly grin on his face, “After Mina told
us about her dress and veil you seemed a lot less combative, my Lord.”

Bakugo glared at Kirishima, “Do you really think I’m fucking stupid? I’m so close to getting what I
want I can practically taste the throne being mine. I just have to go through the motions of pleasing
this wench and then it’ll all be done in a month.”

Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero exchanged glances before giving a collective sigh and shrugging.

Noticing their reactions, Bakugo’s temper flared, “What the fuck was that about?”

“You know I’m kind of surprised how quiet your nights have been.” Kirishima commented, dryly.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Well, I kind of figured you’d be having nights of torrid passion or something like that,” the red-
headed demon shrugged, “I’ve never known a woman to be so quiet with you.”

“That’s because I haven’t fucked her yet, you Goddamn moron!! You think she’d be silent if I was?!
Don’t fucking insult me.” Bakugo hissed.

“You know, she’s not so bad.” Kaminari pointed out quietly.

“Yeah, she’s really a nice person and seems to really care about you, my Lord.” Sero added.

“So?” Bakugo mumbled, becoming overly attentive to how straight his tie was.

Kirishima groaned as he rolled his eyes, “Would it be so bad for you to admit you like having her
around? Why can’t she just come back to Hell with us?”

At that moment, Bakugo’s demeanor changed for a split second before he shook his head, “Ochako
is an innocent. She’d never belong in Hell.”
“The broad has guts though,” Kaminari exclaimed, “She beheld a divine being, survived a trip to
Hell, and still maintained her sanity.”

Bakugo shot back at Kaminari, “Of course she has guts. Do you think I’d fucking marry some weak
fragile woman?”

“Admit it,” Kirishima stated flatly, “You actually like her.”

Letting out a frustrated groan, Bakugo turned on his heels towards Kirishima, approaching his friend
as he hovered over his face, “Not another word on it, Kirishima.”

Kirishima frowned and folded his arms, “As you wish, your Highness.”

A quiet knock came from the door before Ashido peaked her head in, “Hey guys! She’s ready.”

The three perked up then looked at Bakugo, whose eyes had grown wide for a brief second before
he shook his head again.

“Let’s get this shit over with.” he growled, his white cape flowing behind him as he left the Groom’s
Room.

As they walked down the hall to the chapel, Bakugo felt his heart start to pound. Confused by the
reaction, he took slow and deep breaths as the clatter of his shoes on the stone beneath his feet
seemed to grow louder and more irritating to his ears. The aimless chatter of his companions at his
back and the bright light within the cathedral corridor ground on his nerves.

Why was he feeling this way?

He entered the chapel to see the priest standing at the front of the room with a few of Ochako’s
friends and mother sitting on one side. To his surprise, Bakugo saw his mother and father sitting on
the other, quietly talking across the isle with Mrs. Uraraka. A hush fell over the room as Bakugo
approached the priest, who was looking him over with an examining eye. The demons took a seat
behind their King and Queen. Bakugo forced a smile before eyeing his parents, his mother waving at
him with a grin on her face.

Mitsuki mouthed “Hi sweetie”, which made him grit his teeth.

Before he could react further, Bakugo heard Uraraka’s quiet voice with her father’s assuring one. His
attention immediately darted to the back of the room where he had come from. As the small group
turned around, Bakugo had already seen what they began to gasp in awe at.

Uraraka looked more like an angel than a mortal, in her flowing white dress with the pink
embroidery. The sheer puff sleeves made it look like she had small cherub wings. Her hair was done
up in a bun with pearls and smaller pink roses pinned in her hair, holding in place the long flowing
veil that trailed behind her like the morning mist. Uraraka’s long white-gloved hands held a bouquet
was made of white roses, with a long train of ivy wrapped around the handle. She walked on her
father’s arm, her eyes meeting Bakugo’s with a soft smile and affectionate eyes. It only took a
moment for him to forget himself, his mouth parting slightly as he drew a sharp breath. Bakugo’s
normally cool crimson gaze was flared with an undeniable want.

Mitsuki smiled at Masaru, taking in the sight of her son’s off-guard expression. Kirishima leaned in
between the two and whispered quietly, “She’s quite remarkable, isn’t she?”

“I would expect nothing less from Katsuki.” Masaru replied with an agreeing nod.
Mr. Uraraka took Bakugo’s hand and placed Uraraka’s in it, kissing his daughter on the cheek as he
moved to join his wife.

Uraraka smiled at Bakugo, squeezing his hand as she moved to wrap her arm around his.

The priest opened the Bible, causing the demons in the room to flinch. Bakugo sighed as he gripped
Uraraka’s hand on his arm, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of God and
these witnesses--”

Bakugo coughed down a laugh as Uraraka lightly elbowed him in the side. He gave her a side
glance with a mischievous smirk as she rolled her eyes with a smile. She leaned into him as the priest
continued. Without thinking, Bakugo turned and kissed her forehead, nonchalantly answering the
priest would ask him questions as Uraraka gleefully answered hers. In lieu of the moment, Bakugo
found it ironic that he was in a house of God, getting married by someone who would rather banish
him back to Hell then see him wed to an innocent mortal while holding onto a woman he didn’t think
would live to see the next full moon. As Bakugo watched her beaming, he admitted to himself that
Kirishima was right -- he didn’t mind Uraraka and would dare to venture he borderline liked her.
While he was away, Bakugo had noticed she wasn’t around and would have moments where he
would wonder what she was up to. He refused to acknowledge he missed her. There was no point in
missing someone who wouldn’t be around much longer.

The plan hadn’t changed. Marry the mortal, secure the throne, and off the bride.

Bakugo’s stomach twisted as he thought on it more. He almost missed saying “I do” when asked if
he would take Uraraka as his wife. When he turned to face her, taking her hands in his own, a lump
formed in his throat that refused to disappear even when he swallowed. Her coffee colored eyes were
warm with desire - a desire to please him and make him happy. Uraraka’s voice seemed distant
though she stood close when she professed “I do” to pledging herself to him.

He slipped the ring onto her finger before she placed his ring on.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Like Bakugo needed permission
from the old fossil. As he took her in his arms, Uraraka wrapped her arms around his neck as she had
the night before, pressing her lips against his as her body melded to against him.

Why did she have to fit so perfectly with him?

Their friends and family erupted with applause and cheers, ecstatic for the couple. Uraraka pulled
away first, resting her forehead against his as she whispered, “See? You survived.”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” He murmured back with a smirk, stealing a quick kiss as he took her arm in
his, leading her out of the chapel.

Uraraka giggled as she picked up her dress, tugging on Bakugo’s hand, “Come on! Come this way!”

“No need to drag me,” Bakugo chuckled, following her, his finger lightly brushing over her wedding
ring, “The gloves were a smart idea.”

“I didn’t want anyone asking questions about the mark. It’s hard to explain how I got a perfect scar
that looks like rose thorns on my left hand.” She replied, proud of her ingenious idea, “Plus I feel like
a princess wearing them.”

They moved down the hallway into the main part of the Cathedral, the sanctuary illuminated with the
colors from the stained glass windows. As soon as they crossed into the main aisle, Uraraka winced
before Bakugo suddenly felt his throat go dry and his body become erratically hot. He gasped as he
noticed his parents and comrades enter the area. Immediately, Sero, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Ashido
excused themselves, gesturing for Yaoyorozu, Tsu, Hagakure, and Jirou to join them outside.
Meanwhile, Mitsuki and Masaru eyed Bakugo with a concerned gaze as they hastily left with
Uraraka’s parents at their side.

Uraraka’s eyes focused on Bakugo’s face, her glove coming up and brushing his cheek. To both of
their surprise, ash flaked off, exposing his gray skin beneath the human complexion.

“Katsuki,” She whimpered, starting to pull at her wedding ring, “My hand feels like it’s burning.”

Immediately, Bakugo held his hand to his face, scanning the sanctuary before grabbing Uraraka’s
hand, “We have to fucking get out of here.”

“Hello!” A voice bellowed from near the altar at the far end. Uraraka turned, standing in front of
Bakugo before he stepped in front of her. From the dim lighting stepped Iida into one of the colored
rays of the stained glass windows, “So you’re the happy couple Father Krakowski wed this
afternoon.”

Bakugo’s mouth curled into a provoked grin, his teeth gleaming white as he leered at Iida, “Yes,
well, we’re in a bit of a hurry to meet our guests.”

Iida pushed his glasses up his nose, studying Bakugo, “You seem uncomfortable sir.”

A dark aura began to form around Bakugo as he held his hand back to Uraraka, his eyes beginning
to glow in the dark, “Well it’s to be expected when cheap ass barriers are put up by a Goddamn
exorcist. It seems to be irritating me…”

Iida’s eyes widened as he stepped forward, the light reflecting off of what appeared to be metallic
boots with crosses engraved on them, “How dare you use the Lord’s name in vain in this House of
God!”

“You wanna go, God Boy?!” Bakugo cackled, turning out his palms.

“No!” Uraraka shouted, stepping in between the two, “Absolutely not!!”

Bakugo’s and Iida’s faces were washed with shock as Uraraka’s anger erupted before them, “How
dare you presume to attack my husband, sir! This is my wedding day and I won’t allow you or
anyone else to ruin it!”

“But--! But Madame… your husband seems to--” Iida stammered.

Uraraka stomped her foot and glared at Iida, “My husband is fatigued due to the emotions of the day!
He’s a busy man with a demanding job and you would dare to attack him with-- with-- your
assumptions?! What are you even implying about such a good man?!”

Bakugo’s aura died down as Iida looked warily behind Uraraka at him, “I apologize, Madame…?”

“It’s Madame or Mrs. Bakugo to you!” Uraraka snapped, moving to Bakugo, who she noticed was
becoming labored in his breathing, sweat beaded on his forehead. She moved to wrap his arm around
her waist as she put hers behind his back. Gently, she helped him steady on his feet as they moved to
the cathedral doors to exit, “Come, my husband, our family is waiting outside.”

Smirking at her bravery, Bakugo turned back to Iida, grinning triumphantly as he did, “Of course,
my darling.”
Iida watched with a furrowed brow. As they left, Bakugo’s gaze burned into Iida’s mind as he
possessively trailed a claw down Uraraka’s lower back, grasping her bottom with a firm grip.
Uraraka jumped and smacked at his arm as his hand changed back, blushing furiously as she let out a
tiny noise.

Bakugo leaned into her ear, purring against it, “Sorry, cheeks, my hand slipped.”

Uraraka shot him a sideways glance as she jerked her head, “Well it was noticed!” she argued
quietly, signaling outward to their guests.

He immediately noticed that his mother and her father were glaring at him, while her mother and his
father were overly engrossed in talking to one another, both of them flustered. Instantly, Bakugo
realized they had seen his groping of his new bride and rolled his eyes, his face flashing red for a
brief moment as he forced a nervous grin to his new father-in-law. Uraraka saved the moment by
walking over and hugging Mitsuki, “It’s lovely to meet you, Mrs. Bakugo! Mr. Bakugo!”

Mitsuki kissed Uraraka on both cheeks, smiling warmly as she looked her over, “Please, call us
Mother and Father from now on. You are quite the vision, my dear. I can’t believe you married my
audacious and abrasive son!”

“Well he’s been so good to me,” Uraraka insisted, nodding to her parents as she continued to smile.
She looked around with a curious glance, “Where did the others go?”

“Ahem-- They headed back to the manor to prepare for you two coming home.” Mr. Uraraka
replied, still leering at Bakugo.

Uraraka leaned over, kissing Bakugo’s cheek as she quickly checked his face. Fortunately, the traces
of his true skin had healed over. She let out a sigh of relief as Kirishima pulled up with their carriage.

“Sorry for the delay, my Lord and Lady!” Kirishima apologized, tipping his hat to them. Bakugo
grumbled as he noticed a sleek black coach approach behind. As Mitsuki and Masaru moved to it,
they invited Mr. and Mrs. Uraraka to ride with them. The parents climbed into their coach as Bakugo
helped Uraraka with her dress into theirs. As they pulled away from the cathedral, Bakugo spotted
Iida at the church doors, graining the ash from his skin between his fingers.

+++

To their surprise, when the arrived home Uraraka’s friend and Bakugo’s servants had arranged their
reception early. Bakugo withheld his displeasure for Uraraka’s sake, instead humoring his new bride
as she gushed with her friends at the decor. Uraraka grabbed his hand and lead him into their
gardens.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“It’s fucking fancy, that’s for sure.” Bakugo grumbled, surveying the area.

The gardens were decorated with columns, wrapped in ivy and draped with white roses. Their
gazebo had been curtained with flowing white drapes and water lilies lined their pond. Uraraka
pointed out every detail, explaining the meaning of the flowers and why they were chosen, “I wanted
to make this a surprise for you, but they’ve made it a surprise for both of us.”

Bakugo turned to Uraraka, “Why surprise me?”

She leaned in so only he could hear her, “I wanted it to maybe feel more divine for you. Kind of like
how I thought Heaven or the Elysian Fields might look.”
Surprised by her sentiment, Bakugo gave a warm smile, “There’s no fucking annoying angels
singing on high A, so you missed that detail.”

“I’m sorry I overlooked that detail,” Uraraka giggled, kissing him with a joyful grin.

“Ochako!” A choir of voices shrilled. Uraraka turned and began to squeal as her friends approached,
snatching her from Bakugo to embrace her in a group hug.

Bakugo immediately forced a smile, the corner of his mouth twitching as a nerve bulged from his
temple.

“So this is the elusive Katsuki Bakugo!” Hagakure exclaimed, eyeing him up and down, “He truly is
as handsome as you said!”

“Toru, you’re embarrassing yourself.” Jirou scolded, rolling her eyes.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Bakugo, my name is Momo Yaoyorozu. My fiance is over by the
refreshments with the other girls’ betrothed. That’s Shouto Todoroki, I’m marrying him next month.
Tsu’s fiance is standing next to him - the gentleman in all black with the bird head. His name is
Fumikage of the Tokoyami Corporation, and next to him is Toru’s fiance, Mashirao Ojiro. His
family owns a chain of fine dining restaurants in town.”

Bakugo was not impressed, but he nodded none the less to ensure Uraraka would dismiss the noisy
harpys as soon as possible.

“Ochako!” A familiar voice rang out.

Uraraka and Bakugo turned to see Deku and Melissa walking towards them. Immediately, Bakugo’s
aura flared as he gripped Uraraka harder, his mouth curling up into a snarl, “What the fuck are you
doing here, Deku?!”

“O-oh! Hi Kacchan!” Deku stumbled, tripping slightly as he stepped next to Melissa, “I didn’t think
I’d see you here!”

“Of course I’d be here! I just fucking got married!” Bakugo snapped.

Melissa and Uraraka looked at each other then back at their respective companion with surprise,
“You know Uraraka’s husband, my love?”

Deku cleared his throat, nodding as he gave Melissa a quick kiss, “Yes, sweetheart, Kacchan and I
were… boyhood friends before I moved here.”

“That’s a long shot, you damn nerd!” Bakugo hissed, “What the fuck are you doing at my
wedding?!”

“Deku has been my friend since childhood,” Uraraka interjected, her eyebrows pierced in a confused
expression, “How do you know him?”

Bakugo shot Uraraka a surprised look before glaring at Deku, “How the fuck did you have a
childhood?!”

“It’s complicated, Kacchan.” Deku insisted, nervously gesturing with his hands for Bakugo to lower
his voice, “I’ll tell you everything later.”

Bakugo growled in the back of his throat but before he could say another word, Uraraka began to
drag him away from Deku and Melissa. As they left, Melissa turned to Deku and asked, “Should I be
concerned?”

They were out of earshot to hear Deku’s reply but Uraraka grabbed Bakugo by the scruff of his
collar, “Have you gone absolutely mad?! Why did you lash out at Deku?! He’s my friend!”

“He’s a fucking seraphim! Why the fuck are you friends with him?!” Bakugo revealed with a harsh
tone and a low voice.

“A seraphim?” Uraraka gasped quietly.

“Yes! A seraphim! You know! The highest choir of angels?” Bakugo grunted, noticing Uraraka’s
bewildered face, “You do know what a fucking angel is, don’t you?!”

Uraraka blinked before she smiled, tapping Bakugo’s arm, “Oh!”

“What the Hell do you mean ‘Oh’? Why the Hell aren’t you surprised?” Bakugo demanded.

She shrugged and waved her hand, “Well he’s always been so sweet and just look at his face? I
mean… not to be redundant but he does kind of have the face of an angel.”

His facade broke for a moment, “You sound as if you actually like that loser.”

“I did,” she replied honestly, “I mean I do but not like I used to. I used to fancy him but he’s always
treated me more as a friend -- no-- a sister than anything else.”

Jealous flared throughout Bakugo, “What do you mean that you fucking ‘used to’ like him?!”

While she knew he was actually upset, Uraraka held back a laugh as she cupped Bakugo’s face in
her hands, kissing his frowning lips, “Now, now, don’t be jealous.”

“Who the fuck said I was jealous?” Bakugo mumbled, narrowing his gaze at her.

“Well, usually when someone doesn’t like the idea of someone liking someone else it’s because
they’re jealous.” Uraraka explained.

“I’m not fucking jealous,” Bakugo retorted, stealing a quick kiss from her lips, “I just can’t stand the
thought of you with anyone other than me.”

Uraraka giggled, leaning into him as she laced her fingers with his, “That’s called ‘jealousy’,
Katsuki.”

Bakugo continued to growl, causing Uraraka to laugh harder as she tugged at his arm, “Come with
me.”

“I’m in no mood for any of this.”

“Stop and come with me.” Uraraka took his arm in hers and led him over to the gazebo, away from
everyone else. She made a point to turn him to look outward so he could see the full view of their
home and the vision she had put together. Bakugo wouldn’t say it out loud, but he was unable to
hide that he was impressed by what she had designed. It did remind him of the Elysian Fields he
hadn’t seen in centuries with the colors of Uraraka’s garden contrasted against the whites of the
pillars and roses. Bakugo grabbed her hand and lead her away from the group, taking her to a private
corner of the garden behind one of the pillars where he pressed her against it. She smiled at him,
enjoying their moment together, as she looked up at the flower arrangement above their heads,
“Which do you think is the prettiest?”

Bakugo smirked, reaching up and pulling one of the rose heads from the bunch. He gently placed it
behind Uraraka’s ear as his hand glided down to clasp her cheek.

Uraraka grinned, blushing slightly, “Is it pretty?”

“The flower is,” Bakugo joked.

Uraraka pouted, causing him to chuckle as he pulled her close, kissing her tenderly as he enjoyed the
sensation of her body molding to his own.

Unbeknownst to them, Deku watched from afar.

“I know that look,” Melissa sighed, resting her head against his, “Why do you look worried?”

“It’s just a sudden change, that’s all.” Deku insisted, “It’s surprising to me since Uraraka never
rushes into anything. She always thinks things over for a long time. I just wasn’t expecting to hear
she was getting married so soon and to Kacchan of all people.”

Melissa tilted her head to the side, “You’ve never mentioned him before today.”

“Haven’t I?” Deku remarked, smiling at his beloved, “I suppose I still have some stories to tell you,
sweetheart.”

+++

As the party began to wind down for the evening, Bakugo noticed Deku beckoning him away from
the crowd. Bakugo let out an irritated huff as he gave Uraraka a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Are you going somewhere?” She asked, grasping his hand.

He gave it a reassuring squeeze, “I’m going to have a little chat with Deku.”

“Be nice.” Uraraka urged.

Bakugo rolled his eyes as he trekked across the gardens to the area where Deku stood. It overlooked
most of the property, including the house and the remaining guests but was far enough away that no
one could hear them. As Bakugo approached, Melissa kissed Deku and passed by him, waving with
a smile as she made her way to Uraraka, following her back to some of her friends.

“What the fuck do you want?” Bakugo growled.

“I was just as surprised to see you as you were to see me, Kacchan,” Deku began, “How have you
been?”

“Fuck the pleasantries, you damn nerd, why the Hell are you here? And why the fuck didn’t I sense
you earlier? I found no traces of divinity when I arrived in this God-forsaken town.”

Deku sighed, smiling softly at Bakugo, “I’m here because I live here. Uraraka has been my friend for
a little over a decade now and today was her wedding day. Naturally, I was invited and wanted to
wish her and her husband well. Though I have to admit, you’re the last person I would ever have
guessed her to marry.”

Bakugo narrowed his gaze as he folded his arms, “And why would that be?”
“Well, for starters, I know how much you hate mortals. Uraraka is special though so I can see why
you’d make an exception.” Deku observed, his eyes turning to watch Melissa and Uraraka giggling
and chatting with one another.

A dark aura started to form around Bakugo as his eyes began to glow red once more, “Don’t speak
so fondly about my wife, Deku, I’ll fucking kill you.”

“You could, you know.” Deku remarked with an airy voice, “It’s why you didn’t sense me earlier.”

“What the fuck do you mean?”

Deku looked back at Bakugo, putting his hands in his pockets as he shifted on the balls of his feet,
“I’m mortal, Kacchan.”

Bakugo’s aura immediately retracted as his jaw slacked open, his lips turning up in disgust, “You’re
what?! You’re a seraphim! One of the big guy’s favorites nonetheless… how the Hell are you a
mortal?!”

The emerald-eyed angel sighed with warm smile as he looked back at Melissa, “I wanted to know
what it was like to live a mortal life so I decided to be born. I have a mother and father, who love me
and I love very much. I thought about returning home until I met Melissa so I decided to cut off my
wings.”

Bakugo lost his nerve for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief “You-you did what?! Why the
fuck would you do such a thing?! You know you can’t go back to Heaven unless you’ve earned it
now and you die! You’re going to get old and fucking die because of a pretty flesh bag?!”

Deku glared at Bakugo, his eyes flashing a bright green before reverting to their normal color, “I fell
in love with her, Kacchan… Melissa is the most magnanimous creature I’ve ever encountered in all
the centuries I’ve been alive.”

“Yeah but… she’s not going to last forever, Deku. She’s temporary.” Bakugo pointed out.

“So is Uraraka,” Deku retorted, noticing Bakugo jerk at his reminder, “Maybe it’s because she’s not
eternal that I found her so beautiful. I’ve seen her mourn and I’ve seen her thrive, Kacchan, and I’ve
held her to me as my lover. She made this world so beautiful to me, Kacchan.”

Bakugo looked Deku up and down as he continued to shake his head, “I can’t believe you cut off
your fucking wings for her.”

“A life without Melissa is a life not worth living,” Deku replied simply, “Surely you must feel
something of the same sentiment to marry Uraraka. Though I didn’t realize you had been courting
her.”

“I didn’t court her,” Bakugo replied, looking back to Uraraka, “And I’m not in love with her.”

“Then why…?”

“Because I have my reasons. You know I don’t do a damn thing without a reason behind it, Deku.”
Bakugo quipped.

“Well, you certainly solved all of her problems,” Deku remarked, sighing as he did, “You should
love her though, Kacchan… Uraraka is a remarkable woman, a good friend, and a sweet person. She
has a heart of gold and would do anything for someone she cares about.”
“I know that!” Bakugo interrupted, gritting his teeth as he balled his fists, “I’m not fucking stupid and
I’ve been around her long enough to know that’s how she is.”

“How long have you been around her now?”

“... a little over a week.”

“That’s it? What are you up to, Kacchan?” Deku asked, stepping towards Bakugo with his hands
clenched, “Don’t you dare pull any of your tricks on Uraraka.”

“I have no intention of tricking her, you idiot. If I wanted a folly then I wouldn’t be going through all
of this!” Bakugo snapped, gesturing to the party and the manor, “I made a home for her and married
her, didn’t I? Do you really think this is something I’m doing because I’m fucking bored?!”

“Why then?”

Bakugo fumed as he struggled to form an answer. In his haste to make an excuse or reveal only part
of his plan, the forming truth spilled from his lips, “Because I wanted her for myself.”

The confession seemed to surprise both men.

“But you’ve never wanted anyone. You’ve always said relationships were a waste of time and--”

“I know what the fuck I’ve said in the past, Deku! This is what I’m saying now! I don’t even fucking
get it!” Bakugo confessed pulling at his hair as he started to pace about.

“Kacchan…”

“She’s everything you said and then some. Tell me, when you had Melissa the first time, did you
think you’d go mad when she touched you? Because Ochako just kissed me the other night and I
damn near took her on the floor of my office like I was some damn dying briggon from the desert
about to drink from a fucking oasis!” Bakugo ranted, palming his throat, “It was like drinking cold
water for first time and she was so goddamn sweet and soft…”

“Mortal bodies are more sensitive than divine ones,” Deku grinned, “It was a bit intense. Still is…
every kiss… every touch...”

“Spare me the details--! It’s just like… I have no control and it’s so damn hard to keep her away.”
Bakugo admitted, breathlessly as he turned back to look at his wife, “There’s this fucking ache that
only stops when she’s close and when she looks at me I can’t think straight.”

To Bakugo’s irritation, Deku held back a laugh as he put his hand over his mouth, “That’s a first.
The Devil is actually falling for someone.”

A rumble of a growl came from Bakugo’s chest, “I’m not falling for anything!”

“Love is a good thing, Kacchan,” Deku assured, sighing as he gazed at Melissa, “I have no regrets.
I’m looking forward to my life with my wife and any family we may have together. It’s bliss and it’s
all my choice.”

Bakugo fell silent as he stared at Deku. He felt a swell of confusion as he withheld the urge to agree
that he had similar sentiments about Uraraka. There was no point in thinking such things. After all,
she’d be dead in a month.

+++
It felt like an eternity to get everyone to leave.

Family, friends, and guests seemed to linger, even Mitsuki and Masaru took their time heading back
to Hell.

By the time they were ready to be escorted to the portal in his office, Bakugo had changed into a
black night attire, his gloves still on his hands as he grumbled down the hallway.

“Your wife is so lovely, Katsuki, I’m so pleased!” Mitsuki beamed.

“We’re very happy for you, son.” Masaru added, smiling as he did.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, gesturing to the gilded mirror, “Yes, well, it’s be a damn long day. Can you
please get the Hell home now? I’d like to go to bed.”

“Bed? Don’t you mean to give me grandchildren?” Mitsuki asked with a sly grin.

Bakugo flushed as he shoved them towards the portal, “For the love of--- Fuck! Good night! Go
home!”

Masaru sighed as Mitsuki cackled, their images fading into the darkness as they returned home.

Annoyed, Bakugo slumped into his office chair before taking a deep breath. He stood and made his
way down the hallway, passing by the bathroom door and noticing it was closed. He knocked softly
as he leaned inward, “Ochako, do you need help getting out of your dress?”

“We’ve got it covered, sir!” Ashido’s voice chimed with glee.

“Y-yes, I’ll be in shortly.” Uraraka stammered quietly.

Bakugo shrugged and made his way into their bedroom. He kicked off his house shoes as he threw
himself on the bed, groaning as he looked up into the darkness of the canopy. Restless, he got up and
made his way over to the red chase lounge in the corner, picking a random book form the shelf and
thumbing through it aimlessly.

The door creaked open, catching his attention as he looked up. From the shadows, Uraraka emerged
into the light, wrapped in a red satin robe, her hair was pulled back in her trademark messy bun with
a single white rose pinned in it by a lone ribbon, the strands that framed her face remained kinked
from being up all day. He noticed she was still wearing the drop earrings he had given her and a
layered necklace around her neck. His eyes trailed down to see she was wearing black stockings,
which caused him to raise an eyebrow.

“Why are you dressed like that?” he asked.

Uraraka pursed her lips together as she approached him, slowly untying the robe and letting it
cascade to the floor.

Bakugo sat ridgid as he beheld her. She wore a gold lined corset with large dark pink and white
stripes on it, holding up the black stockings with gold embroidery at the thighs was a black garter and
silk underwear that was almost too sheer to be decent. He shrank back into the chase as his eyes
couldn’t settle on one detail over the other.

Smiling with a flushed face, she twirled a strand of hair around her finger, “D-do you like it? Mina
said I should wear something special tonight so she got this for me.”
God bless Ashido.

“You look ridiculous.” He grumbled, turning back to his book with a feverous attention.

Uraraka took a deep breath as she moved to him.

When she was finally in front of him, his eyes made up their own path as they darted from the pages
up to her frame, surveying the details of her corset before trailing up to the swell of her breasts,
noticing them heaving as her own body was beginning to blush. He felt his heart begin to pound as
he watched her swallow, wetting her lips with her tongue before his eyes met hers. It was undeniable
now, the way she looked at him with want and desire.

Bakugo’s breath left his body as she reached over, gently pulling the book he held from his grasp
and setting it next to him. He sat up straight as she lightly pushed him backward, climbing onto his
lap as she straddle his hips. Uraraka bit her bottom lip as she wrapped her arms around his neck,
pulling herself against him as she leaned forward, touching her forehead to his. Her rich brown eyes
peered into his scarlet ones for a moment before she began to tenderly kiss along one side of his jaw,
then the other. “Please.”

“Please what?” he choked as he unconsciously shuddered beneath her.

Her silken lips traced over the outside of his earlobe as she rocked herself against him, causing him to
suck in a deep breath as she guided his hands to her thighs, “Please just let me try.”

A sound that resembled more of a purr than a sound of protest came from the back of Bakugo’s
throat as he let his hands begin to wander over her. His muscles began to relax as his hands glided
down the curves of her backside, giving a possessive squeeze as she sighed against his mouth. Her
hands traced over his arms up his shoulders, cupping his face with her hands as she tilted her head to
the side, her lips parting as her tongue danced against his, deepening their kiss as she slowly began to
roll her hips against his.

Bakugo could barely contain himself as he felt her round soft curves, savoring the taste of her deep
luscious kisses as he felt his body begin to respond to hers. He couldn’t find a basis of comparison to
her. The warmth of her breasts pressed into his stern frame, the light sighs as his hands explored her
back and bottom, tracing over the underside of her thighs as she ground against him.

He had countless lovers before her, but he couldn’t remember one as Uraraka’s body slowly rose and
fell against his.

Bakugo inhaled against her skin as she left his lips, leaving a haze of open mouthed kisses down the
side of his neck, slowly unbuttoning his nightshirt as she reached back at his hands. Freezing as she
did, Bakugo jolted his head back, staring at her with a pinched brow, “I don’t think that’s a good
idea, Ochako.”

“It’s okay,” Uraraka replied, peeling the gloves from his hands one-at-a-time, “I want to feel you
touching me.”

“I could burn you,” Bakugo murmured.

Uraraka smiled reassuringly, bringing his left hand to her cheek as she passed her thumb over his
wedding ring, “I have faith in you. You’ll control it. I know you wouldn’t intentionally hurt me.”

Immediately, Bakugo felt his mouth go dry, his face twisting as the words got stuck in his mouth. It
was the first time he almost told her everything, even his dark plot for her. Before he could say
anything, her lips took his again, bringing his hands to her breast and molding them over the upper
curves exposed by her corset. Bakugo let out an exasperated groan against their kiss, his palms
kneading at her lovely mounds as he consumed her mouth, unbroken and possessive.

The feeling of her was indescribable to him but he couldn’t make sense of how he was feeling. She
was mortal, an earthly being. He had celestial and ethereal ones, but nothing he had experienced
before compared to the way she felt and tasted.

It wasn’t enough and her damn accessories were in the way. Bakugo felt like he was about to burst
out of his skin. Where her lips touched, his body came alive and with every kiss upon her mouth he
wanted it to go on longer. He captured her lips, kissing, sucking, and nibbling as his hands slid down
her sides and around to the ample flesh of her bottom, giving a swift smack, which caused Uraraka to
jump sending a shivery thrill up her spine.

As his mouth trailed down the side of her chin to the tender skin of her throat, Bakugo inhaled her
scent, which had seared itself into his sense. She smelled like nothing he had ever experienced before
in his life. The intimate intense mix of earth and roses drove him to the brink. Instincts began to take
ahold as he licked at the porcelain curve before biting down to the point Uraraka cried out, cradling
his head to her.

Suddenly, Bakugo grabbed Uraraka and threw her onto the chase off of him, standing and putting
some distance between them as his breath wracked the room. Uraraka looked up at him, her face
flustered as her eyes began to well, “I-I’m sorry… I just wanted…” She stammered, her breathing
erratic as she sought to bring herself back down to earth, “I-If you wanted me to stop then all you
needed to do was say so.”

Bakugo said nothing, but reached for his belt, undoing the clasp and yanking it from his waist,
watching as Uraraka’s eyes widened in surprise. Her breath caught in her throat as he moved to her
again, his direct scarlet gaze unsettling her before he clenched his hand in her hair, his lips taking
hers once more. This kiss was at full burn, a firestorm of passion that took her by surprise. “Turn
around, Ochako, on your knees.”

Without thinking, Uraraka obeyed, her hands bracing on the back of the chase as Bakugo kissed up
the back of her neck, snugged up against her as he unlaced her corset with rough hands and
deliberate desire. Uraraka gasped as she felt the hard length of his manhood push against the cleave
of her buttocks, pulling her back into him as he pulled off her corset, his hands caressing over the red
lines imprinted in her skin with a tender stroke.

Unconsciously, she let her head fall back onto his shoulder, his warm touch feeling up the curve of
her stomach to the fullness of her breasts. She whimpered as his mouth latched onto her neck once
more, sucking at the sensitive skin to the point she could barely keep her voice down. Bakugo
moaned as he ground his hips into the roundness of her lovely mounds, her breasts ripe handfuls for
his hungry hands.

“Katsuki--!” she cried out, her breasts felt swollen as the place between her legs became damp. One
hand remained clasping at her breast while the other ventured down her stomach, slipping under the
silken fabric to caress over the budding pearl above her womanhood. Uraraka bucked, twisting in his
arms as her hand reached back, gripping his head as he continued to lick and bite at her neck and
shoulder.

It had been so long since she had been touched by another person and Bakugo’s hands were
awakening a side of her she had fought to suppress for the last several lonely years. Her body began
to want in a way she had never felt before, almost as if it burned where he touched and ached where
he didn’t, “Lower--ah--! Lower please!”
A sinister chuckle rumbled in her ear as Bakugo nipped at Uraraka’s earlobe, “Patience, Ochako…
how long has it been for you?”

“Hnnn--!! Ah--!! A--awhile…” She mewled, squirming under his touch as she pressed back into the
hard length of his cock, her insides pulsing as she knew what she ultimately wanted.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, Ochako,” Bakugo promised, grinding against her slowly so she was
reminded of the length and girth of him, pinching the bud of her nipple between his thumb and index
finger, “After tonight, you’re going to forget any other shitty excuse for a man ever touched you.”

Uraraka lulled her head forward as her one hand clasped his on her breast while the other grasped at
the wrist of the hand that pleasured her. She felt his touch become warmer, unlike anything she had
ever experienced before, sending her sensitive parts into overdrive as her arouse body heightened
further. Her cries were like music to his ears, the scent of her sweet skin and heated loins made him
feel lightheaded, almost drunk on her within his senses. Her smell, her touch, her taste, her sounds -
all of it was intoxicating and he wanted more.

There didn’t seem to be enough of her and yet he found her perfect.

Abruptly, he withdrew from her, roughly handling her to cause her to lay on her back on the chase,
one arm instinctively coming up to cover her breasts as she whimpered. Bakugo shook his head with
a salacious grin, pulling her arm away, “Don’t hide from me, Ochako, it just makes me want to see
you more.”

Uraraka nodded as she looked away, her face flushed with embarrassment as Bakugo reached for her
black garter. She caught a whiff of the smell of burning fabric, realizing he had shinged off the two
remaining articles of clothing that shielded her and pulled her stockings from her feet. Out of her
peripheral, she saw him discard his black shirt and step out of his black pants before returning to her.
Flustered, she was unable to bring herself to look at him though she knew he was as naked as she
was.

“What’s the matter, Ochako? Don’t you want to look at me?” Bakugo teased, his hands sliding up
her inner thigh, causing her to shudder.

She shut her eyes tight as she murmured under him, “I-I can’t.”

Bakugo chuckled grabbing her hand as he knelt over her, bringing her hands up to his abdomen,
“Then touch me… or are you too shy to do that too?”

Uraraka gasped as she felt the ripple of his muscles contract beneath her fingertips. His hands rested
upon her stomach, mirroring hers as she explored downward to the sculpted-V above his groin.
Bakugo was reeling in the sensations, the softness of her touch and the sound of her labored
breathing as he watched her breasts rise and fall. As her hands trailed lower, timidly exploring the
upper area of his thighs, Uraraka sighed feeling the warmth of his hands exploring the comparable
area on her body.

Where her hands stopped just before exploring down to his manhood, Bakugo’s hands continued to
venture, one thumb circling over the pearl of her while the other’s fingers traced outside the folds of
her nether lips. Uraraka’s hips jerked involuntarily as she tried to pull her knees together just to have
Bakugo pry them apart. Her eyes fluttered open, daring to look down at him just to be met with his
wicked glowing eyes as he left a haze of hungry open-mouthed kisses up her body.

Uraraka could barely control her breathing, her body felt hot and wanting as his mouth and hands
ignited her desire further, “W-what are you doing?”
“Exploring.” He replied honestly, as his tongue flicked the sensitive tips of her nipples.

She inhaled in a lust-filled breath as she felt the blissful pressure of two fingers protrude into her
body, crying out as she shifted under him, her head falling to the side as her body flushed before him.
Bakugo was listening to her intently, evaluating the changes in pitch and tone as his fingers flexed
within her and he mouth suckled upon the dusky pebble tips of her breasts. Uraraka’s hands reached
up, entangling into the unruly ash-blonde locks of his hair as she arched up to his touch. As she
moved with him, a choir of angels would’ve sounded like tone-deaf noise compared to the song of
Uraraka’s cries to him.

She heard a rumble of laughter from his chest as he began to move lower, “W-what are you doing
now?”

“I’m going to taste you.” He chuckled, dragging his cheek down the roundness of her stomach as he
left a series of nips down her body.

“W-what do you mean ‘taste me’? You can’t honestly mean that you’re going to --! N-no! You
can’t!”

Bakugo dropped his head, biting the side of her inner thigh with a mischievous grin, “Your previous
lover must have been a fucking boring bastard in bed.”

“H-he certainly wasn’t as-- as vigorous as you are.” Uraraka admitted, “He had the things he
preferred and--and-- aah--!”

Her mind went blank as Bakugo buried his face within her womanhood, his tongue immediately
dipping into the petals of her wet wanting cove, lapping up her feminine juices as his fingers
continued to pleasure her. Uraraka clamped his head between her thighs, gripping at his hair as her
hand traced down around the back of his neck, arching upward as she threw her head back, her
breath hissing in half-pain, half-pleasure as he feasted upon her, “Kat-Katsuki--!!!”

She tasted like a sweet summer wine to him, with a tangy flavor that he lapped up with a greed and
satisfaction, knowing this was his to enjoy as long as he wanted. He wasn’t satisfied though. He had
to have more of her. He delighted in her wanting cries and uncontrollable jerks, unable to control her
own body as he pleasured her with his mouth and fingers. There was a twisted sense of satisfaction
in knowing Bakugo had brought her to the point where she wasn’t stifling her voice and was
shamelessly calling his name.

Uraraka felt a pressure building, her feet shifting against the slick fabric of the chase as she clamped
Bakugo’s head tighter, his tongue holding a steady rhythm while his fingers quickened their pace.
She cried out as the orgasm took her, her body clenching up before releasing as she felt a rush of hot
liquid from within that Bakugo greedily drank.

As she came down, her limbs trembled and tingled, fingers and toes releasing their tension as
Bakugo turned her on her stomach and brought her onto her knees. Immediately, she blushed at the
embarrassing position, looking back over her shoulder at Bakugo, who was licking his lips of her
with a wicked grin, “W-what now?”

Bakugo pulled her legs apart as he moved against her, kissing her cheek as his hand coasted up her
back to her neck. Slowly, he positioned himself at her entrance, pushing past the soaking folds as he
gently thrust into her. His mind went rheeling at the sensation of her. The slickness of her inner core,
the heat of her pulsing walls pulling him into her, coupled by the impassioned cry as he filled and
stretched her. Uraraka collapsed onto her elbows, holding her backside up to him as he pushed
deeper.
Bakugo was torturously slow as he savored his own sensations, thrusting shallow before plunging
deep. One shallow, one deep,two shallow, one deep, three shallow, two deep -- an erratic and
unpredictable pattern that Uraraka couldn’t anticipate but revelled in as she muffled her cries into the
cushion of the chase.

He gave her a swift smack on her backside, causing her to blush and push back onto him, wanting
more as he hit her most pleasure-filled spot within her with his cock.

Despite the indescribable pleasure Bakugo felt, it didn’t sate him. He wanted more of her.

Determined to explore the sensations further, Bakugo moved from Uraraka, grabbing her by the
waist to stand before scooping her up in his arms. Uraraka’s passion-drunk expression left her
disoriented as he brought her to their bed. He laid her down and entered her again, bringing her legs
up high around his waist as he sought to feel her further.

Uraraka reached up, her nails dragging down his back as she arched against him, matching his
thrusts as he plunged into her. She gasped at each thrust, his hot breath against her throat as he
nipped at the curve further. He felt a jolt of electricity rock through him as her inner sanctum drew
him in further, clenching around his member with her saturated walls.

“Ochako--” Bakugo moaned against her neck, another shock rocking through his body as he felt his
own climax building. Feeling his temperature spike, his hands singed the sheets before the reigned
back in the control.

Uraraka felt it as well, creating a surge of heat between her legs that she never experienced before.
She moaned as she clenched her legs tighter around his waist, holding him to her as he lightly tugged
her earlobe with her teeth. Uraraka dragged her nails down his back, causing Bakugo to buck harder
into her as he grabbed the headboard, burning the wood.

He was completely enveloped in pleasure as he drove into Uraraka, whose toes curled as her fingers
dug into his back. Their bodies flushed as their heart rates peaked in unison. Uraraka pressed her
body upwards, hanging onto him as her head fell back onto the pillow, her insides spasming as her
orgasm ripped through her every nerve.

Bakugo grunted, unable to control himself further as his body contracted, two of his wings sprouting
from his back, knocking one of the posts of the canopy bed over, while the other pulled down a side
of the bedding curtain. As his passion spilled into his wife, Bakugo’s breath caught in his throat as he
collapsed on top of her, his limbs tingling from the base of his feet to the tips of his wings. Uraraka
giggled softly as he nibbled on her earlobe, teasingly licking it as he purred in her ear. “Holy shit…
that was intense.”

Uraraka brushed his hair away from his sweat-drenched brow, “Well, that’s something I’ve never
experienced before.”

“That’s never fucking happened before,” Bakugo groaned, surveying the damage to the sheets,
headboard, and the frame of the bed. Noticing her amusement, Bakugo did a quick examination of
her, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” She cooed, tracing her finger over the curve of his jaw, “Are you alright?”

Bakugo’s head was still buzzing with pleasure, “It was… a new experience.”

“Really now? Well that makes two of us.” Uraraka remarked, smiling warmly as she did, “I can’t say
I’ve ever caused a lover to sprout wings when their pleasure took them.”
“Ha. Ha. Very fucking funny.” Bakugo grumbled, nuzzling at her face as he bit her cheek softly,
“That was involuntary on my end… I’ll need to figure out what the fuck happened. I can’t break the
bed every time we fuck.”

Uraraka frowned in disappointment, “Do you have to be so vulgar about it? It didn’t feel like… like
just.. That.”

Bakugo grunted as he pulled out of her, sitting up as he lightly rubbed her thighs, noticing the bite
marks on her he had left, “I already told you that I don’t do the romantic shit.”

She propped herself up on her elbows as her head tilted to her shoulder, “Then why were you so
concerned with measuring up to my previous lover, eh?”

The Devil folded his arms as he held his head up, “I’m the first and the fucking best or nothing at
all.”

Despite what he was trying to present, the truth seemed to be sneaking out, causing Uraraka to purse
her lips to hold back a laugh as she settled back onto the bed, “Okay, Katsuki… don’t worry, you’re
the best.”

“Are you mocking me?” Bakugo hissed, his wings twitching as he spoke.

Uraraka shook her head, reaching up and caressing some of the feathers, “No, not at all, my
husband.”

“Hmph.” Bakugo straighten up his posture before he noticed Uraraka pouting, “What is it now?”

“Are you going to make them go away?” Uraraka asked, her fingertips grasping the edges of his
wings.

Bakugo quirked an eyebrow as he smirked at her in amusement, “... why? Do you want me to keep
them out?”

Uraraka bit back a smile as she nodded. Bakugo sighed gesturing for her to get up for a moment. He
laid down on his back and opened his wings and arms, signaling her to return to him, which she did
gleefully. She curled up in his chest as she settled against him before she kissed him affectionately,
“Your skin is still pink.”

Rolling his eyes, Bakugo grinned as he tapped her nose with his fingertip, “Would you rather four
wings or are you happy with just the two?”

“The two is fine. Besides, it’s kind of nice to have a human to lay with my first night married, but I
still am reminded I get to sleep in angel wings.”

“Now you’re just trying to piss me off…” Bakugo huffed, grabbing her and pulling her on top of
him with a irritated scowl.

Uraraka kissed his frowning lips as she settled in the curve of his shoulder and chest, “At least I’m
not boring to you.”

“No, Ochako,” Bakugo admitted with a yawn, as his wings curled around them “You are far from
that.”

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