Author's Notes: I'm not gonna lie, but the first thought I had when getting the prompts "Bodyguard AU" + "I didn't mean to turn you on", it was going to be Bakugou as the bodyguard, but then I accidentally thought of the Ryan Reynolds and Samuel L Jackson movie, "The Bodyguard," and well... The rest is history. I had fun with this one. It couldn't just stay at one chapter. Luckily, I had a prompt that worked out for a second.

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Bakugou let out a groan for what sounded like the thousandth time and it was beginning to make Uraraka twitch. He couldn't just be a regular person under witsec. No, he had to be difficult. He had to make things harder than necessary. He had to push all of her buttons. If he could just keep his head down and not go out of his way to actively cause trouble, then this would be fine, but no, she was stuck...babysitting a temperamental, arrogant asshat.

Who just so happened to own a lot of guns, almost all of them illegal-grade.

"I don't understand why you're here," Bakugou complained, leaning back in his chair on two legs. It looked dangerous, but instead of warning him, Uraraka absentmindedly wished that it would slip out from underneath him and he'd fall and hit his head. So much for protecting him. It wasn't her fault if he hurt himself by being an idiot in his own home. "I can protect myself just fine."

"At this point, I'm not even here to keep a potential threat out," Uraraka told him, returning to the book in her hands. For a paid assassin, he owned a surprising amount of them, different genres too, both fiction and non-fiction. She wouldn't have guessed him for a reader, but then, she supposed that there was a lot of downtime in between figuring out kills. "I'm here to keep you in and make sure you don't cause more damage."

Bakugou pointed a chopstick at her. "Hey, I'm not just gonna let them come and try to take me out like some sitting duck. It's best to just take them out first."

"You went directly to one of their safehouses to blow it up," Uraraka pointed out without looking back up at him.

"It's called initiative."

"It's called stupidity and it won't be tolerated." Uraraka turned the page. She had learned to read and have a conversation back at the Academy when guys in her class would try to bother her since she was one of the few women in it. "We're trying to arrest these guys with your testimony, not kill them before we can even put them on the stand. You came to us for a reason."

He huffed. "Yeah, but I didn't think I'd get sacked with an agent with a stick up her ass."

Uraraka scowled at him over the top of the book. "Very funny."

"I bet you've never even used your gun," Bakugou taunted. He leaned forward, the other two legs of his chair slamming on the ground. "Do you even know how hand-to-hand combat?" Uraraka refused to deem him with an answer, which he took as a no and caused him to let out a noise of disapproval. So what if he assumed wrong? That was his fault for thinking poorly of her. She didn't have anything to prove to him. "They just stuck you here with me because you're the best at nagging while all the boys have the fun."

"Maybe so."

She sure would've preferred to being in the field than in here. He wasn't just stuck with her; she was stuck with him. He was so cocky. The first few days had been spent avoiding him and keeping him in the house, which had turned into a tense game where he would do whatever he could to throw her off and she'd get in his way. His latest tactic had been to insult her and wear her thick skin down, but the truth was that, despite being a ghost for most of his career, she knew more about him than he knew about her. All he had were assumptions based on her professional behavior and dress.

Bakugou leaned forward, propping his forearms on his knees. "Seriously, you must've done something to piss your superiors off to get stuck with babysitting duties." Uraraka tried not to react, but bristled anyways, which caused a knowing grin to appear on his face. "Oh, what did you do? File the wrong paperwork?"

"It's none of your concern."

(She might have ignored an order and jumped into the crossfire to pull a kid out of harm's way. It wouldn't have been so bad had she not got stuck in a gunfight that ended with one of their perps getting taken down. Still, she hadn't been about to let an innocent kid get hurt just because their father was an up and coming drug lord and the asshole had thought it was appropriate to bring his kid to work.)

A sound from outside pulled her attention away from the book. She glanced at the window and then connected eyes with Bakugou, who had sat up straight. "Did you hear-?"

There was a loud crash as something was thrown the window. Before Uraraka could react, Bakugou threw himself at her, knocking her out of her chair and using his body as a shield over hers and the flashbang grenade went off. Covered by Bakugou, she wasn't hit by the direct light, but the bang still left her ears ringing. A second later, she heard the sound of the back door being kicked open and Bakugou practically jumped off of her, yelling, "Get to cover!" as he snatched a gun taped on the underside of his kitchen table and bolted out of the room.

Contrary to what Bakugou had told her and what he believed her capable of, Uraraka did no such thing. She was on her feet by the time the front door was broken into, service weapon in hand, and shot the first person that came through the door. Bullets were fired in her direction, forcing her to dive behind the couch. Instead of hiding though, she grabbed his lamp and chucked it over the couch. She heard it crash into whoever had shot at her and then she popped up to shoot them as well.

Somewhere in the back of the house, Bakugou was currently engaged in his own gunfight. Before she could take more than two steps to back him up, she was struck in the back, causing her to drop her gun, and a rope was thrown around her throat and she barely managed to put a hand in between the rope and her neck. It still caused her to choke, her knuckles digging into her trachea as she fought against it. Her back slammed into the firm chest of a man larger and stronger than her. When she stomped on his foot, he cringed, but didn't let go.

Quickly running out of air, Uraraka shoved back as hard as she could so that the man choking her slammed into the bookcase and he grunted in pain. A shower of books tumbled over them, hitting them both, but that wasn't what she was aiming for. With her free hand, she reached back to fumble on the bookcase until she grasped the snowglobe and threw it back to bash it into her attacker's face. It shattered against his nose, water, fake snow, and blood splashing on her head and he loosened his grip just enough for her to slip out from under the rope.

She had no idea where her gun had gone to, so instead of searching for it, she flipped over one of the couch cushions and picked up the large bowie knife that she'd found hidden a few days ago. He had weapons tucked away all over the place. His M.O. said that he preferred weapons that packed a punch, but he liked to diversify, in his own words. She held the knife up, prepared to defend herself with it.

"Sure you know how to use that, doll?" her attacker snarled viciously as he pulled out a much larger knife.

It did nothing to deter Uraraka from groaning, like she wasn't in the middle of a fight for her life. "Why must you assholes always insist on giving me a pet name?"

When he moved to attack her, she dodged him deftly. He might have been larger than her, but she was quicker. She hadn't always been fast, but her training at the Academy had taught her well and she'd honed her skills. He kept trying to attack her with jabs, but then she'd slice her knife, catching him on his outstretched arms and once across the gut. However, one time he feigned a jab and kicked her in the chest instead, sending her flying back against the wall. He started forward and she threw the knife at him, striking him right in the eye. He halted, as if shocked, and then collapsed to the ground.

"Holy shit."

Uraraka's eyes flickered up from the dead man to Bakugou, who had been standing behind him and had a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, ready to save her. There was blood spattered all over him. How many people had he shot back there? Shit, this was going to be one mess of a report. What she noticed the most though was the surprised look on his face, his eyebrows raised, his red eyes wide, and his mouth parted as he stared at her in disbelief.

Letting out a breath, Uraraka wiped her face, only to smear blood on it further. Well, this outfit was effectively ruined. Luckily she had about five spares in her closet.

"I was very wrong about you," Bakugou said.

Uraraka let out a very unlady-like snort. "I guess so."

"That was, quite possibly, the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Despite the situation and herself and the person saying it, Uraraka blushed. Truth be told, it had been a long time since any guy had said something even remotely close to that to her. Long gone were the days of silly crushes and light-hearted romances. There wasn't the time for that in her line of work and all the guys she worked with either thought of her as "one of the guys" or called her frigid because she was bossy and had turned down all of their advances.

Even worse, Bakugou wasn't even hiding how turned on he felt, staring at her with such open wanting that it left her feeling exposed. She'd just killed three men, for god's sake. She should not be acting like this!

"You wanna hit the shower before we call the clean-up crew?"

Uraraka folded her arms across her chest. "That's highly inappropriate."

"That's kind of the point," Bakugou replied, a grin appearing on his face. "I change my mind. I'm definitely glad you're here."

This was going to end badly for everyone involved, but for a brief moment, as a mirroring grin worked its way onto her face, Uraraka didn't care. Katsuki Bakugou was bad news. He had done a lot of bad things. He was, by every definition, a bad person and the fact that she had to protect someone with a litany of accusations behind him made her skin crawl.

Apparently not in an entirely unpleasant way either.

Oh, this was bad. This was very bad.