for @monsieur-sangoire who wanted a fantasy AU Bakugou taking in an injured reader and growing closer to them and asking them to join him. (I hope this is somewhat well enough and kind of what you wanted)
Bakugou prowls through the camp he set up and some of the other bandits throw him half-salutes or nods in greeting. He barely pays attention to half of his underlings, only meets the eyes of his closest friends and trusted comrades, before he steps into his tent and towards the one resting inside.
The person he found on one of his patrols with some of his companions looks like they’re ready to leave soon. They warned him and his group of an impending attack and of a mole in their rows – both of their claims have turned out to be true once Bakugou checked it out.
That stranger warned them and risked an attack by the guards, has come as a bit of a surprise. The locals don’t really mind him and his group, since Bakugou has no interest in harassing them.
No, he’s here for the knights and the royal guards and all the blue-bloods that travel through the forest and mountain pass he claimed as his. It’s the fight with the warriors that he wants and the gold and other things they steal are just a nice bonus to him.
The bleeding wounds of the person who warned them have healed over nicely and by now, Bakugou has come to know them rather well. Their name, where they came from and what brought them here. If anything, Bakugou found himself breaking out into a laugh once or twice thanks to their company and while they take no shit from him, they also don’t look down on him or treat him without respect.
Settling down on his own furs, Bakugou turns to them. “So, looks like you’re finally fucking healthy enough to walk again.”
They nod, giving him a small smile. “Thank you, for saving me.”
He scoffs. “It’s fucking repay for your information. Besides, I don’t like people bleeding out in my forest, at least when I don’t have a hand in it.” He shrugs and feels the scowl on his face lighten, when they give him a lightly bigger and warmer smile.
Okay, damn, he fucking likes them. Somehow, between him grouching at them not to aggravate their wounds and them having more and more conversations with him, he grew used to their company. He likes to have them around, though he won’t say it out loud.
“Will I have to leave soon?” They ask, sobering up. Bakugou feels a light twinge at the thought in his chest and grits his teeth for a moment.
“Like I fucking care.” He says and shrugs. “You could join us.”
They give him a surprised look and he frowns. “What?”
“I could stay?” They ask, sounding like they didn’t expect him to invite them.
Bakugou exhales and drags a hand through his hair, grumbling under his breath for a moment before he looks them squarely in the eye.
“Of course you could fucking stay. I’m damn asking you to.” He straightens. “So? Your answer?”
They slowly break out into a grin and Bakugou finds himself mirroring it. “Yes, I’ll stay.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Fucking perfect. Now rest up, you’re still frigging injured.”