rose tinted glasses

All characters are 18+. MDNI.

Tw: this is pure smut.

Part 01 Part 02 Part 03 Part 04 (here)

It's officially three months since your marriage.

Everything is running smoothly, the marriage, the transition from living alone to now having a husband, life.

Even your fingers tangling in his hairs.

You run your fingers through his hairs, subtly pulling him closer by the nape of his neck, standing on your toes to reach his lips, swaying lightly in the kitchen, breakfast abandoned on the table.

"You sure?" He pulled away, humming against your cheek, hands still cradling your face, "we don't have to do anything you don't want to." He whispered, pressing a kiss against the lobe of your ear.

You nodded your head, melting into his arms, cheeks warming at his consideration, slightly hiding your face into the crook of his neck, as you admitted your arousal, "I want this," you mumbled, "I want you." You declared.

Bakugou groaned, hands sliding from your neck to your waist, hauling you into his arms, chuckling at the surprised squeak the escaped past your lips.

He effortlessly carried you to the shared bedroom, the mattress dipping under your combined weight as he gently laid you down, hands tugging at the hem of your shirt, easily taking it off, leaving in just your underwear.

You shy away, feeling too bare in front of him, "Take off your shirt too." You muttered, one arm splayed over your chest, attempting to cover yourself a little, the other reaching to tug at the hem of his shirt.

Bakugou obliged, easily tugging it over his head, tossing it somewhere on the ground, he'll need it later anyways.

He shimmies out of his sweatpants and underwear while he's at it, basking in the way you eyed his cock bobbing between his legs.

He grinned, "like what you see?" Teasing, he crawled between your legs, head dipping down to trail kisses from your thighs up to the column of your throat, savouring each moment his lips grazed your skin.

He leaned up, pressing his lips against yours, you moaned against his mouth, lips parting to allow his tongue inside, rubbing your thighs together as he traced along your palate, leaving a ticklish sensation behind.

His hand sneaked between your thighs, tracing shapes against the growing wet patch along your crotch, thumb occasionally pressing against your tender bud.

Pulling back he tugged at your underwear, leaving you completely bare beneath him, your glistening folds easily visible for his eyes to feast upon.

He leaned down again, firmly pressing his body against yours, your bare breasts squishing against his chest, licking along the column of your throat, lips suckling against your pulse point.

"Always this obedient?" He hummed, peppering kisses down your neck, breath fanning against your sternum, as warmth bloomed on your skin, nipples pebbling as his lips hovered over them.

You whined, arching your back, silently begging him to take the bud in his mouth.

"Uh uh, I asked you a question," He mumbled, pulling away slightly, his weight balanced on his arms, fingers tracing shapes along the skin of your waist, "answer to your husband, Sweetheart."

You moaned lowly at the mention of his title, shame tossed out of the window as you reached for him, "need your mouth on me—"

"Where?"

"—everywhere," You sighed breathlessly, skin tingling as he leaned down and took your hardening bud into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he suckled softly.

You whined loud and desperate, arching your back to push further into his mouth, "—suki, please." You mewl, fingers brushing again the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

Rutting you hips upwards, grinding your core against his cock, slick smearing all over his length.

His fingers danced along your hip, eyes seeking yours as he pulled away, "Ready?" He asked, nudging his nose against yours.

You nodded your head, parting your legs slightly.

"Words doll, need you to say it out loud."

You huffed, cheeks rosy under his gaze, "I am ready, Katsuki." You muttered, hiding away in the crook of his neck.

He wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss against your forehead, free hand reaching below to line his cock along your slick folds, rubbing the head against your entrance.

He slid inside, way eased by your slick and his precum, walls spasming around the length of his cock, his thumb rubbing shapes on your clit, distracting you from the stretch.

"That's it, almost there.." He muttered against your cheek, panting as he willed himself to not cum, savouring the snug warmth of your cunt, he slid his thumb lower gathering more slick to rub on your swollen clit.

"Katsuki—it's so mmph.." You whined, feeling the fat head of his cock press against your walls, delicious drag of his length rendering you speechless.

He shifted slightly, spreading your legs wider, weight balanced on one arm as the other tortured your clit, pushing the hood back so the pad of thumb pressed directly on the throbbing bud.

You huffed, eyes watering as warmth spread in your belly, sweet release lingering than you anticipated, thighs quivering as they tightened around his waist, hips rutting up without any rhythm.

With relentless flicks of his thumb and his cock pressing against your sweet spot, Bakugou pushed you over the edge, enamoured with the way your pussylips gushed around his cock, slick dripping down your ass on to the mattress.

He bucked weakly against you, hips stuttering as he stilled inside you, tip of his cock pressed snug against your cervix, painting your walls with thick gooey cum.

Breathing shakily against your neck, he barely held on his weight thick, warm, sweaty body collapsing over yours, cock head pushing further against your quivering walls.

He stays on top of you for few moments, softening cock cozy in your creampied hole, before gently pulling out, eyes locked on the mess between your legs.

Soft and swollen pussylips, covered with white creamy cum, spasming hole weeping out more of his cum, a sight he'd want to see forever.

"You good?" Your voice brings him out of the trance, looking up to meet your sleep laced eyes, hairs splayed over the pillow.

He nodded his head, crawling of the bed to grab the bottle from the nightstand, pressing the bottle neck against your lips, eyeing the way your throat bobbed.

"You sure, you are okay?" You asked again, hand rubbing circles along his thigh, brows furrowed in concern, "You haven't said anything yet."

He chuckled breathlessly, cheeks turning red, "My brain wants round two, dick needs a minute." His chuckle turned into a full blown laughter as you hide your face into the pillows.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑶𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

⚘ Pairing: Bakugou x reader

⚘ Summary: Bakugou tries to figure out why you work so hard while you try to live a quiet life.

Usually people don't plan their own birthday parties, but this really wasn't just your birthday, Shindo had finally entered the hero rankings, and to you that was a big achievement.

The cake although small, still had lots of embellishments made of chocolate, each one something he loved. You had been excited, bouncing around the tiny one bedroom apartment, having decorated the living room to the best of your abilities you waited for him to come home.

Shindo had been your best friend since kindergarden, always having looked after you, he was 4 years older than you, your parents being neighbours really added onto your friendship.

He had a quirk, you didn't, that didn't matter, at least not to you, he went to U.A. while you prepared for local colleges, it was difficult initially, he was working as a rookie, barely meeting ends, while you had just started college, when you suggested to move in together, you both got a apartment together just before your nineteenth birthday.

Maybe you were blinded by your feelings for him, but somewhere along the way you had failed to realise that maybe this really wasn't the Shindo you grew up with, he worked 4 days a week, his patrol hours merged into those 4 days, rest he spend at clubs, bars and other places where he could mask the smell of rotting soul with liquor.

One of your friends had suggested you work at one of the clubs you attended, said it was an easier way to earn money. Shindo knew about this offer, and he was the one to encourage you to get this job, especially considering you lacked a quirk, people like you, don't usually get chances like this after all.

Majority of people wanted to see the bartender or dancer with some or the other flashy quirks, if you were being honest, that department also preferred people that had quirks.

So, you get that job, work as a bartender first, then as an dancer, though you knew going further would increase you pay 10-folds, you still refused any other offers, the owner was kind enough to not push you too much, even keeping an eye out for you, making sure no creeps made you uncomfortable.

For one thing that Shindo was right, it was the pay, college became easier when you only had to spend 4 hours at one job instead several hours at 2 separate jobs, you could afford rent, afford your degree, afford groceries, maybe you hated yourself a little, maybe you hated not having a quirk but at least you could afford to live.

Shindo doesn't show up that day, the icing melting off the cake, dinner cooled to the core, all the decor you put up for him, seemed like a little pity party for yourself.

You make an excuse on his behalf, he must have gotten busy, he was a hero afterall, one of the top heroes now, he probably wanted to come but couldn't make it.

So, you rub your eyes, hoping to clear up your vision, and clean around the house, he'll come tomorrow to a clean house, you'll congratulate him then.

Unfortunately, he doesn't come home the next day or the day after, or even weeks later, all you end up getting is a text, saying that he is sorry, you only see him in billboards, on t.v. screens, no longer in person, he becomes a stranger.

You see him again, a month later, at the club, surrounded by his friends, celebrating another achievement you suppose. As much as you try to avoid him, you couldn't, not when you almost ran into him.

"Fancy running into you," he gloats, before continuing, "here." As if he wasn't aware of your predicament.

"I work here, Grand, have been for almost a year." You wish your voice did quiver, wish you could handle his presence with ease.

You knew he was an asshole, but he was your friend too, you shouldn't have been so disposable to him. Feeling your eyes gloss over, you turn to leave the counter, few minutes worth of break won't really put the club out of business.

"Hey!" Shindo follows you out, his bigger steps helping him easily crowd you into the hallway.

"What do you want, Shindo?" You sob out, back of your hand pressed tightly against your eye, only managing to smear your tears.

There was no good excuse to justify his behaviour, Shindo knows that much, cutting off all contacts with you abruptly just because he didn't see you fit in his new circle was a shitty thing to do.

Hero rankings is a twisted concept, although multiple informative outlets and news sources claim that these are based solely on work of hero on the field everyone knows it's all about popularity, who has more endorsement, who participated in more ad campaign, whose face is more often planted on the Billboard.

Maybe, seeing his face so often without yours really made me think he was better off without you.

"I wanted to explain myself." He doesn't believe his own words, deep down he knows he fucked up when he assumed that you'll always be around, even when he wasn't.

Your eyes narrowed, cheeks flushed red as big tears dribbled down, "I don't want it." There is defeat in your voice, maybe he beg his way back in your life. "I don't want anything," you breathe, philtrum glossy with tears and runny nose, "I don't want you, I don't want explanation, I want fucking distance between us." You shoved him, he staggers back, your words more of a force than your push.

"You are exhausting, Shindo." You wipe your cheeks, turning towards the back room.

"At least give me a fucking chance to explain."

"Explain what?! That I am some kind of a burner friend? Huh, you left without a word, without a fucking goodbye," You sucked kn a deep breath, alright feeling exhausted, "without any explanation back then, what's makes you think it'll be different now."

Shindo watches you walk away again, knowing that he really couldn't fix this mess.

----

The days only get more tiring, your shifts at the club exhausting you more than ever, you wonder if this might be a good time to apply else where.

Ever since you ran into Shindo there, you have been more tired than usual, you tried changing your working time, even took few days off but the prospect of running into him made it difficult.

You supposed that taking on a new job wouldn't be so difficult, afterall you only worked for 4 hours in the evening, you could afford to get a second job, it'll just add up to your savings as well as give you lesser time with your thoughts.

You applied to bunch of hero agencies, knowing that they have a tendency to hire quirkless individuals to help them financially. A peace offering probably, Oh! You don't have a quirk, here, have a desk job.

Out of all the agencies that you had applied to, only few smaller ones replied within few days, you did expect that, no bigger agency would pick you, considering your lack of experience and expertise.

However, one bigger agency did reach out to you immediately, suggesting an interview and immediately a job.

You didn't expect to be hired by Dynamight's agency within 3 days of applying, his agency was the fasted to respond, already planning to give you the employee badge when you mentioned living close by.

It's takes a 20 minute call and some questions before you were officially hired.

----

The building is a lot bigger than what you anticipated, especially considering your department in Dynamight's agency, biodata and informatics, something that requires perseverance more than the degree.

Your job required you to sit in front of the computer, 8 hours a day, typing away details of whatever crimes had been dealt with that day. From the complete background of the criminals to what the victims had to say, every action taken and what nots.

It used to be easy, at least in the beginning when you had to do reports for just Dynamight and Red Riot, eventually workload got more as more heroes realised that they could dump their paperwork and reports onto you.

You adapted, working overtime, getting it all done, what more could you really do, they were heroes and you, well you were just you.

The first time you ran into Pro-Hero Dynamight, it was christmas eve, the office was completely empty, at least your department, majority of people had holiday, some took leave while others attended a half-day, you on the other hand were working overtime.

It was almost 10 in the evening, the sky completely black, the office was dim too, on the light in the lobby and your little cubicle illuminated, still having few reports left you got up to make yourself a cup of coffee.

It's complete silent when you enter the pantry, hands blindly reaching for expensive coffee beans stacked on the shelves, it's all mundane, a little break before you get back to typing, the machine rings, indicating your coffee is done, you grasp the handle of the mug, slowly bringing it to your lips, sipping at the hot beverage.

You turn around, only to be startled to find a hulking figure standing at the entrance. Letting out a shriek, you almost lose balance, his hand shoots out, steadying you by your wrist, before grabbing your cup and placing it on the counter.

"What are ye' still doin' here?" Bakugou grunts, eyes squinting as he takes in your form.

"Shouldn't I be asking that, jeez!" You blurted, the fact that it was Pro-Hero Dynamight and not some random co-worker registering after words had already left your mouth. You stare at him with wide eyes, a constipated grimace forming on your lips.

He quirks his eyebrow, watching as you inwardly cringe at your tone, "It's my agency, I can be here whenever I want." He moves forward, coming to stand mere inches away, "You, on the other hand, should be at home."

"I have work... Sir." You answer, heart still racing, as you looked at your boss, he continues to stare at you, before turning to leave.

"Should be at home on holidays, typewriter." And he is out the hallway. You don't think your first meeting was significant, don't even think he remembered you after few days.

Weeks pass on, and your work continues to grow, more heroes depositing there reports on your desk, with half-assed promises to give a word in your promotion.

Today was your fourth day in a row, working overtime, the days had only gotten longer, more files piling up than you'd like to admit.

You are alone in the office, or at least you were till few moments ago, your boss no longer sneak around you, maybe the initial jump scare allowed you to evolve a new mechanism to detect his presence.

You assume it's his usual round, he has made a habit of lingering in the department, more often than his did, more often than he should. He walks in, through the main entrance, looking around eyeing everyone thoroughly, before walking back out.

Today, or tonight considering it's almost 11 in the evening, he doesn't follow the routine, instead of walking back out, he walks towards your cubicle, you scramble slightly, suddenly hyper aware of his presence.

"You've made a habit of staying here past the office hours." He leans against the thin walls, arms crossed, muscles bulging through his sky blue shirt, you ogle his build for a minute before meeting his eyes.

"I am not really done yet and I don't want to leave reports for tomorrow." Your answer is the same, work made you stay here.

"How many reports did they hand ya?" He grunts, walking towards you, before crouching down slightly, one hand behind the headpiece of your chair, other typing in your work computer. Oh, dang, you can smell his post workout, musky sweaty, delici-, You straighten your back, hoping to pull yourself out of your sudden inappropriate thoughts.

You don't really know what he is doing, opening all the previous reports you had written. You watch as his expression shifts, brows furrowing as he clicks his tongue.

"Did ya' do all these reports?"

"I did(?)" You muttered sheepishly, wondering had you somehow fucked up every single report and now he is going to fire you.

"How long have ye' been doing other people's work?" He turns his head sharply, his nose almost touching yours, you back up a little, he looks furious.

"It's nothi-"

"That's not what I asked."

"Few weeks now, since Christmas I think."

He doesn't reply, instead he stands up straighter, hand coming up to rub his face, he lets out an exhausted sigh, looking over to your hunched form.

"Take few days off, I'll get these done."

"But-" He doesn't let you start, instead walking out the cubicle, the faint ding of the elevator indicative of his departure.

You are still shocked, hands moving absent-mindedly as you gathered your belongings wonder how long was your sudden holiday, what did the agency consider few days.

You returned to work in 2 days, the silence of your apartment gnawing at your skin, you brain overthinking and conjuring up images of you getting fired, so after 2 days off, you are back.

Everything seems normal, apart from the wariness of people around you, everyone seemed more cautious, not necessarily avoiding you but not out right being in your way either.

None of the heroes showed up at your desk either, you wonder for a moment, if you had perhaps been fired, maybe that's why no one gave you work, cause you had no work.

Alas, bliss didn't last long when you spied 2 rookies heroes glancing your way from the lobby, one of the narrowed his eyes at you before scoffing and walking away, what was up with him today?, not really paying much mind to it, you got to checking your emails, trying to gather all the work that might be pending.

You had forgotten what it's like to not be burdened by work, already having finished all of it by noon, you ventured into the cafeteria, in hopes of finding something to eat. Usually the chefs prepared fresh meals throughout the day, Dynamight forcing all his staff to eat better.

You hadn't really been to cafeteria before, always busy during lunch time and often on coffee breaks during dinner. The cafeteria is spacious, had tables ranging from large tables for groups to smaller individual booths. You greeted the staff, moving to grab a plate.

The food smelled divine, you grabbed the bowl of katsudon from the server's hand and went to one of the solo booths, the idea of sitting with others hand being too intimidating for you, baby steps it was.

You were enjoying your food, along with the view of the city, when a large figure slipped into the booth beside yours, instinctively you hunched forward, face nudging deeper into the space of the booth, intending to avoid interacting with anyone at all cost.

"Ye' normally have a shitty posture or is it just 'round me?" Your could recognise his gruff voice anywhere, his existence becoming more and more prominent into your daily routine.

"It's not that bad," You mumbled, laying chopsticks flat to make sure you don't take a bite when he is asking something, sitting up straighter turning towards him, your curiosity gets better of you and you queried "Did you scold the other heroes?"

He narrows his eyes at you, lips forming a scowl, "Did someone say anything to you?" Before he looks over your shoulder, narrowing his eyes at anyone that looked towards you both.

"No! I was just asking," You look down at your bow! of food, "The reports reduced by alot, so I was just wondering."

"That's 'cause now ye' are doin' what ye' are supposed to." He grumbled, "No longer picking up others slack."

"I didn't mind it," You mindlessly fiddle with your chopsticks, "They probably have better work to do, like save the world."

He turns to eye you, judgement clearly visible in his gaze, "Having other duties doesn't give 'em an excuse to dump their shit on others." He retorts, chugging water from the glass, "Next time some rookies tries to give ye' work, tell 'em to ask Dynamight first."

"I'll keep that in mind, Sir Dynamight."

"Tsk, it's just Bakugou to ya."

He watches you nod your head slightly, before going back to stabbing your chopsticks into katsudon, he observes as you pick out chilli from the meal and scrap if off the side of the bowl.

"You don't like chilli."

"I don't like spicy food." You shake your head slightly. You watch him nod at your words before he steps out of his chair, grabbing the empty plates and walking towards the kitchen.

You immediately notice the change in menu the next day and every day after, there were more savoury items listed.

----

In his own was Bakugou starts looking after you, making sure others don't bother you, leaving a little later than usual, so he could drive you home on some days.

"You are attending the Gala, aren't you?" Mitsuki queried, sharp eyes looking at him directly.

Bakugou avoids her gaze, suddenly more interested in the food she had brought, "It's a Valentine's event, Ma." He answers, leaning over the table to grab water, "Requires a plus one, you and I both know I don't have time for that." He chugs in half the bottle in one go.

"So, you don't have time to invest in a relationship." Bakugou nods his head, eyes meeting her's. "But, you have time to drive her home, every other day." Mitsuki watches delightfully as the colour drains off Bakugou's face, before it returns in a rosy shade of red, starting at his ears.

"It's not like that, Ma I am just helping her." He defends, huffing and crossing his arms, his tone is even though, he isn't mad just shy, he has grown, Mitsuki notes, perhaps had it been a decade ago, she would tease him back, but maybe she grew as well, she suppose.

"It's not necessary for you to attend that Gala," She begins, eyeing his again, "or tell me about your personal activities," Bakugou groans at her choice of words, feeling himself cringe as his mother pretends to be professional about the situation.

"Your dad will be here in a bit, I'll be out of your hair soon," She remarks, looking at clock, before she starts packing up the tupperware.

"How did you-" He stops mid-sentence, as if contemplating, before he begins again,"How did you figure it out?"

"I am your mother, kid, I know everything." Mitsuki snickers at the groan Bakugou lets out.

----

"-namight called us to his office yesterday, apparently the new bitch in data management department complained." One of the interns grunts, followed by curses.

Another intern quips, "Pretty sure he just have a soft spot for quirkless losers." He stops before continuing, "afterall desks jobs are the only thing they are good at." Both of them laugh, turning to walk out the changing rooms, only to be abruptly stopped by Kirishima's large frame, a wide, almost predatory grin spreading on his face.

"Now kids, that isn't really a good way to talk about people." He chimed, moving to pat both their backs roughly, "Why don't you do early morning patrols as well, for a week?" He assigns them work, before walking out, ignoring their groans of protest.

Kirishima enters Bakugou's office without knocking, years of knowing each other gave him the permission to barge into his personal space whenever.

"Heard you reprimanded few rookies this week?" Kirishima begins, eyeing Bakugou who was hunched over his gauntlets, tinkering away, "It's very unlikely for you to interact with interns, you don't even take interns?" He continues.

"Some of your interns don't know how to do their jobs," Bakugou grunts, not bothering to look at Kirishima, "had to set them straight while you weren't here."

"That's understandable, Bakubro." He grins, Bakugou can already feel the headache brewing, this fucker is up to no good, "What about the menu, why are there so many changes?" Kirishima leans in, making sure Bakugou can't avoid his eyes.

"'Cause some employees can't handle spice, that's why, Eijirou."

The use of his first name doesn't deter, Kirishima, infact it only adds fuel to the fire, so there is more to this.

"All these changes for one employee," He chimes, "Does Bakubro have a C-R-U-S-H, a crus-?" A pillow cuts off Kirishima's singing, he snorts before looking at Bakugou again.

Although Kirishima remains silent for the rest of his stay, his teasing grin is enough to make Bakugou groan.

----

You walk into the office to see him resting on the sofa with his head back and eyes closed. Placing the reports in his desk, eyes locking onto his face before your turn to look through the large windows. Watching the city comes to life, as people turn on the decorative lights once the evening sets in.

"You are still here." His voice is hoarse, yet it holds no emotion, just a simple statement.

"It's still 4 in the evening, I am not working overtime."

His lips quirk up, a grin almost plastering on his lips, "I meant you working on a yer birthday." He sits up straight, hands pressed together in his lap, he was wearing his suit pants with a t-shirt, an odd combination that he somehow pulled off.

Your eyebrows furrow when you register his words, after you finished oogling him, how did he know it's your birthday.

"Well I had nothing better to do."

"Don't ye' celebrate with family and friends." His head tilts slightly, genuine curiosity peaking through, he looks younger when he isn't frowning, a boyish charm that refuses to leave him.

"I don't," you mutter out, hoping that he doesn't expect you to complete your sentence. You don't know how you'll explain to him that you haven't celebrated your birthday in past 2 years, and the last time you did, you regretted spending saved up money for someone that didn't even want to be there.

Not that you celebrated before that, family was never really there, and your friends well they had better things to do.

You watch him contemplate, biting the inside of his cheek before gets up and grabs his car keys, "let's go," you standing puzzled. "Why aren't you coming?"

"Where?" You queried, looking at him perplexed. You followed him, feet picking up the pace to match his long strides.

"Somewhere, anywhere." He spoke, almost wishfully, like he was lost in a trance filled with plethora of places to be. "We are going to have a late lunch, or maybe an early dinner."

Your steps halted, "Don't you have work, plus my shift isn't over yet."

"Why do ye keep forgettin' that I own this agency, a little break isn't going to get you fired, typewriter." He spoke, a soft smirk plastering on his lips as he watch you speed up, confusion still lingered on your face but you still followed him.

You had to jog a little, to keep up with his long strides, still having no idea what he was planning on doing, you were left to follow him.

The diner he chose for the was something hidden well into the city walls, small little shop tucked away from the busy streets, there were only 3 people working there, all of them seemed to treat Bakugou like their family.

Greeting him warmly as he entered, the old lady smiling sweetly as she pinched at his cheeks, berating him for not visiting often.

The lady immediately nudges him aside as you catch her eye, her soft wrinkled hands coming to cradle your forearms, her eyes twinkled as she looked at you, "She is really pretty Sparkles, you certainly have a good taste." Her words make you turn towards Bakugou immediately, eyes widened as you tired to understand what she meant.

"You got it all wrong, she isn't my- I don't-" He fumbles his words, despite the situation you find it endearing, watching him flustered.

"Oh, hush now! We all know how this one is going to end." She lets out a mischievous giggle as she winks at you, pulling you towards one of the booth, Bakugou follows behind, refusing to meet your eyes.

The space is cozy, decorated with warm light dangling overhead, she places a menu in front of you both, corners crinkled and torn with time, before she disappears into the kitchen.

"So..." You dragged out, eyes lingering on Bakugou's face, he narrows his eyes suspiciously, "do you have any recommendations, Sparkles." You bite your lip, trying to seem non-chalant, failing miserably as you duck you head to giggle.

When you lift your head back up, you are prepared to see him seething with rage, ready with threats to skin you alive, however, that isn't the case, he is looking at you, eyes soft and lips parted, only to lower his head instantly the moment he caught your eye.

Bakugou avoids your eyes as you continue looking at him expectedly, like you asked a question, which he realises you did, "Everything is good here!" It's abrupt and vague, he lowers his head again looking at the menu, "Curry rice is good, it's also least spicy thing on the menu." He remarks, hoping you didn't catch his loss of composure.

"Right, so I'll get a serving of curry rice."

It doesn't take the staff long, to prepare your dishes, placing your respective orders on the table within 20 minutes.

You immediately dig in, cheeks puffing up slightly as you take a big big of the delicious curry rice, you hear a chuckle in front of you, eyes immediately darting ahead to look at Bakugou, you furrow your brows slightly, questioning him.

"You look like a chipmunk that found treasure of peanuts." He snorts, watching as confusion along with amusement spread on your face.

You chew up the remaining food, swallowing with a sip of water. "What can I say, this is good."

You both continue eating, chatting in between, the sun sets slowly behind the horizon, gradually painting the sky in warm colours, by the time you were done, it was already 8 in the evening.

The old lady, bids you farewell, warm hands clutching yours as she turns her head to tell Bakugou to bring you here often.

Bakugou grumbles something under his breath, before slowly guiding you to the car.

----

The car comes to a hault, stopping in front of your apartment complex, you open the gate, stepping out the car, Bakugou steps out too, jogging around, coming to stand beside you.

"I had it." You mumbled, eyes darting towards your watch, you still had an hour before your shift at the club started.

"I know you did." He rasps, smooth fingers coming to gently take your work bag off your shoulders, he moves back a little, waiting for you to guide him to your apartment.

"Thank you for today, I suppose." You face him, eyes locking with him, "You really didn't have to take time out of your da-"

"I wanted to." He moves closer, hand coming to rest behind your head on the car door, "Everyone deserves a little treat on their birthday." He said with finality.

You nod your head, before turning slowly, feets aching slightly as you moved to the building, he can see you biting your lips, fingers fiddling with the lose strap of your wrist watch, you take a deep breath before turning towards him, "I wasn't expecting guests, the apartment is a bit of a mess." You utter, sheepishly shuffling into the elevator.

"Just walkin' ye back to yer house, typewriter," He looks skeptical, like he doesn't really believe you, "I've got other places to be."

You move out the elevator and head to your apartment, unlocking your door, hands coming to take your bag from him, he watches you walk into your apartment, closing the door behind you. You watch him, through the window, walking out the building into his car, before driving away.

----

"No, thank you, I had dinner a while ago." You politely decline one of the customer's offer for a dinner date, he insists again, before Martin slides beside you.

"Hey! Big man, is the dinner offer valid for me too." The guy instantly retreats at his cheery tone, sensing the unhinged energy radiating off your boss.

"You didn't have to harass him like that, Marty." You whip the glass countertop, drying your hands before handing him a shot, "You'll drive away customers."

He huffs in your direction, swiftly swiping away the glass, sassy motherfu-, "There is no need for such losers here." He downs the shot.

He watches you snort at his response before going back to making drinks, passing tabs to other employees for payments to be made.

"Why are you happy?" He blurts, you give him a nasty side eye instantly, "Sorry, sorry, wrong choice of words, I was wondering," He starts, correcting himself, "You have been happy these days, giddy even, like genuinely enjoying life, i haven't seen this look on you in forever."

You look at Martin, bewildered, "I don't know, I just haven't been having a hard time lately," You spoke, slowly your work so you could take to him, days have indeed been easier, somehow your sleep schedule was fixed despite working late nights.

"Is it because your new boss is hot." He queried, gaze scanning you up and down, "You aren't going to leave your dear Marty, for your new hot boss right?"

You giggle at his words, partly shy because yes, Bakugou was indeed hot. "No, Marty I am not going to leave you for him."

"So, he is hot, what else is good about him, other than his immense hotness?"

You look at Martin for a moment, "He is nice, I suppose." You mumbled, as your mindlessly fiddled with the glasses around you.

"Nice? Really, that's all you have to say about mister hot blonde?"

"Well, he is sweet and considerate too, he scolded the interns that were handing me extra work, he even changed the menu at the lunch area to include less spicy food," You quiet down, realising that you may have ranted a bit, "He is still my boss though, so no funny business."

"We'll see about that."

----

It's past midnight when you are returning from the club, you changed already but the body glitter still clings to your skin, you let out a breath, thinking about how you'll have to scrub it all off.

Spotting the convenience store on the way, you decide to get something to eat. It's cold when you enter, the drop in temperature biting at your skin, you grab a premade bento, something with curry and rice, before grabbing a bottle of beer.

Walking up to the register, you watch as the racks advertised Pro-Heroes on snacks, a hot sauce bottle with Bakugou's face caught your eye, without thinking much you grabbed it too.

He seemed to be everywhere these days, even when he wasn't really around.

----

Grand used to be a local here, before he got big. before his little fanclub turned into a cult, you wish that didn't happen, wished that he would remain a friend so you could joke about it when you meet him, an inside joke that only you and him understood.

"Thought you took a more..." He pursed his lips, forehead wrinkling as he pretended to think hard, "...decent job." He drags his words, hoping to entice any emotion from you.

You snort, hands coming to grab his empty glass, filling it up with a concoction of cheap liquor and fruit syrup, "You haven't really changed," there is a spite in your tone, that had replaced the usual disdain you showed.

His brows knitted, eyes darting across your face, as he tried to decipher your emotions.

You made it easier for him, "I did, Dynamight has been treating me good." There is half truth in your words, he does treat you alright, but what matters more is that he doesn't treat you like shit, you don't phrase it like that though.

"Not good enough, if you still have to be pawed at here." His expression hardened, fingers gripping his glass tighter, he leans forward, waiting for your response.

You look at him, like he is an inconvenience, like he is another customer demanding more than what he can afford, "This is retirement plan, and we both no there is no 'pawing' happening here." You tutted, eyes scanning the crowd as you looked for other customers wanting to order, "If you are done here, I have work, see ya 'round, Grand."

You turned to leave, shoulders feeling lighter as his presence no longer suffocated you, you assume he doesn't owe you anything, not explanation, not time, you have made peace with how thinks ended.

Similarly, you suppose, you don't owe him anything either, that friendship was done and dusted, it doesn't matter how shitty the situation was or how poor it ended, you are glad that you moved on from it, from him.

He is still stunned, wondering what exactly did Bakugou do to make your life better despite this hellhole. Well there was only one way to find out.

----

Bakugou had a certain dislike towards Shindo, hero work aside, he just didn't like Shindo's personality, maybe it was the interaction during the licensing exarn but his mention always lett a bitter taste in Bakugou's mouth.

They didn't interact much, both heroes working in separate locations, the patrols never overlapped, the only time Bakugou sa him was during events and that wasn't enough to justify Shindo lounging in his office today.

So far, Shindo had figured out that Bakugou did infact have a soft spot and a nickname for you, talking with the employees, working his charm, he got his answers. Though you'd argue they answered because they wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

"What are ye doin' here?" Bakugou queried, suspiciously eyeing him before rounding about the desk to sit on his chair.

"Nothing can't I just come over to see my friend?" Shindo chimed, head coming to rest on his palms.

"You and I aren't close enough for hangouts, what Is it, Grand?"

Shindo raised his eyebrow, disgruntled by the lack of interest in the conversation Bakugou showed. "You've been enjoying company of an ex-friend of mine," He leans back, eyes scanning through the one-way window, trying to get a look at the staff. "I just thought to come over and warn you, I suppose."

"The fuck are you yapping about, Grand? Is this your new found way to bother others?"

"Bother you? Huh... You are the one bothering me." Shindo's tone was no longer calm, instead venom dripped from his words, Bakugou realised this wasn't really a casual conversation after all.

"Just wanted to tell ya, the bitch catches a bone for any man." Shindo hissed, his patience thinning each second he sat infront of Bakugou.

Bakugou's brows knitted, confusion painted clearly on his face, he didn't really understand what Shindo was blabbering about. For a moment he wondered if Shindo had hit himself in the head and was actively hallucinating in his office.

"Your precious little typewriter isn't all that good-" Shindo barely even finished his sentence, when Bakugou's fist connected with his jaw, he laid there, on the tiled floor, as he stared at Bakugou walking towards him, he sure did connect dots fast, damn.

"You don't walk into my office and talk shit about my fucking employees, especially her," Bakugou rasps, barely even touching Shindo, his stance and his tone enough to the message into his skull. "Clean up yourself 'fore you crawl out of here."

Shindo gets up, letting out a bittersweet laugh, you really did find someone worthy of you.

He doesn't bother fixing his clothes, aware that wouldn't bring him his dignity or you back. Just as he leaves the elevator, his eyes catch yours, a large pile of paper in your hands.

Your eyes widened, eyebrows raising, realising who was in the building, before the scrunched together, in confusion, when you noticed his bruising face. Shindo didn't bother stopping when you called after him, your lover would eventually tell you what happened.

You hadn't expected to run into Shindo during your shift, the initial dread of seeing him here quickly changed into concern when you spotted his bleeding nose. You call out for him, but he doesn't bother stopping, continues to walk out, your calls falling on deaf ears.

You almost chase after him, but a hand wraps around your wrist, you look back to see Bakugou, his expression somber, as he pulled you towards the elevator.

"Is he okay?" You still tried to look through the clear glass of the lobby, "He was bleedi-"

"I hit him."

You turn to look at him, brows furrowing in confusion, mind racing as you tried to decipher what could have went down between them, whilst subtly looking for any sign of injuries on him.

"He couldn't land a hit on me if he wanted." Bakugou sounds smug, slight smirk graces his lips as he catches your eyes scanning him for injuries.

"That still doesn't explain why he was hurt.'

"Spewed bullshit in my office, knocked some sense into him."

You scrunch your brows, confused as to why Shindo would come to Bakugou's office, as far as you know, neither are they friends nor do they work on missions together. "What was he here for anyways?"

"Aren't ya' curious, typewriter?" Although a teasing smirk painted his lips, his tone was far from playful, you could hear the anger laced in it. "What exactly is he to you?"

You don't answer him, not really sure what happened to bring up that question, although you have a fleeting idea. The elevator dings upon it's arrival, letting you escape briefly.

You get into the enclosed space, suddenly aware of his looming presence, he hand reaches out suddenly, pressing the stop button. "We aren't leaving, till you answer my question?"

You feel nauseous, sickening feeling in your stomach, as your brain conjured all the things Shindo may have possibly mentioned, "He used to be a friend."

"A friend?" He huffed in disbelief, "You sure did attract pathetic company." He presses against another button, the elevator comes back to life with a loud creak.

Silence fills the space between you both, lots of questions unanswered, "What did he say to you?" Your curiosity wouldn't let you sleep till you find out what happened.

"He strutted into my office called you a bitch and indirectly a whore." He was cold, icy even, when he repeated Shindo's words.

You felt ill, you didn't know if it was due to Shindo's words or Bakugou's reaction. Before you could shuffle out of the elevator he spoke again. "I don't know whatever is going on between you both," He spoke, following your steps out, "but if I hear shit about you, from him or anyone else, I am going to knock their teeths out"

He brisks past you, wide steps carrying him to his office, you continue to stare in his direction, face heating up at his words.

----

Bakugou knew something was wrong, when you didn't show up to work the next day, rationally he knew that you could very well be taking a break but his brain was in overdrive, coming up with crused scenarios, maybe Shindo had found you again, just to get back at him?

Nevertheless, it didn't matter, especially when Bakugou got his car out and sped to your house, running through empty red lights, traffic rules be damned.

He is outside your door, haphazardly knocking, hoping everything is alright. You open the gate, after few minutes, looking slightly disheveled as if you had just rolled out of bed.

"Everything okay? What are you doing here?" You mumbled, slightly concerned at why your boss is outside your front door, 9 in the morning, on your day off.

"Ye' didn't come to work today, thought I'd make sure everything is alright."

You blinked at him slowly, trying to recollect if you had slept through workday or it was actually your day off, "It's Saturday, right?" You asked, he nods in return, "I thought I had today off."

Gear turned in Bakugou's head, as he remembered your schedule, before face palming himself, he cursed under his breath, "I forgot, that's on me, sorry for distributing yer sleep." He walked backwards almost down the hallway way, before stopping when you called for him.

"Wait! Bakugou."

He turned his head around, face warming in embarrassment, as he stopped abruptly, eyes meeting yours.

"Why don't you come inside?" You step out the threshold of your apartment, clad in loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts, stance a little uncomfortable but inviting nonetheless.

He turned to face you fully, walking closer till he was right in front of you, moving slightly you have him passage to walk inside.

Your apartment is cozy, small couch in the middle of your living room, with few pillows, he looks slightly comical, his large frame next your smaller furniture.

"Would you like something to drink?" You are already moving towards the kitchen, pulling out a fancy tray from the cabinets, opening a packet of snacks and settling them into smaller plates, "I have water, coffee and...," You squint your eyes slightly, trying to read label of the bottle in the conner of the counter, "...wine which you don't drink so water and coffee and snacks."

You try hard not to think about your rather informal attire, you turn back around, choosing to focus on the coffee, right now you need a cup as well, hands grab the kettle preparing hot water for it. "Why did you come looking for me though?" You ask over your shoulder, still curious as to why he was so worked up.

"Thought Shindo killed ya or something, had to make sure you were alright."

You let out a snort, he finds amusement in the situation too, a shy grin stretching on his lips as he studied you in the comfort of your home. "He wouldn't have killed me," You defended, before pausing and looking over your shoulder at him, "hopefully."

This time he let out a snort, strutting over to stand beside you, he didn't say anything, only observing your mismatched flower patterned cups, variety of small plates, with snacks arranged on them.

"Would you tell me, what really happened for him to act like that?" He questioned, voice soft as he waited for you to speak. He watches you contemplate, fingers fidgeting with the handles of the tray, "You don't have to answer me, if you don't want."

You took a deep breath, before you started to speak, "We were friends, since kindergarten, he always looked after me," You turn towards the kettle, partly to avoid how eyes, partly to pour coffe out in the cups.

"It was all good, uptill few years ago, we shared an apartment, I moved in with him immediately after high school, it was easy on my wallet to split the rent," you speak while pouring the hot drink into cups, mentally chastising yourself, when you accidentally spill on the counter, he stays silent, waiting for you to continue.

"It was fine for a while, then he got in top 20, I prepared whole dinner that day but he didn't show up, infact he didn't come home at that, the rent was paid almost a year in advance and his name was off the lease,"

"I moved out few months later, ever since we run into each other, occasionally, that's all I guess." You conclude, hoping you didn't come across as too pathetic. You turn to look at him, only to end up meeting his eyes, as much as you wanted to shy away, you held the eye contact.

"So, now he goes running around being a little shit." He rasped, hands looking comically large holding onto your tiny cup.

"I texted him, yesterday, to not involve other people into this, hopefully this wouldn't be repeated." You stated, as professionally as you could, but from Bakugou's perspective it wasn't really that, your hairs tousled, miss matched pajamas that you adorned, standing awkwardly in your own kitchen.

"I don't think, he would have pulled any stunt after getting his senses knocked him." You watch as he flexes subtly, toned muscles visible through the thick jacket. "Yet you thought he would have come after me." You teased.

"Oi! I had to make sure." He grunts, voice holding no anger, "I'll get going now, you can go back to bed." He moves out of your kitchen, long steps quickly taking him to the door. "I'll see you on Monday, 'kay." He spoke, turning around, he watches you nod your head, "Words, typewriter."

"See you on Monday, Bakugou."

"Good."

----

You slip out of your work attire, before donning yourself in a red and black lingerie set, something that only looked pretty otherwise it digged into your skin at odd places, overall uncomfortable. Tonight was going to be a long one.

The club was slower than usual, older customers lounging by the counter, chatting up with the bartenders and dancers, as old friends or as something more, you didn't mind this kind of vibe.

You were leaning against the counter, eyeing fellow customer, waiting for them to signal you for drinks, out of the corner of your eye, you catch a large figure hunched over the counter on the other side, you could recognise those blonde spikes anywhere, you wonder what brought him here.

Mari shimmies beside him slightly, the fringes of her cover up getting stuck in his wrist watch as she dances over him, you watch as she tries her luck, leaning over to him, only to be rejected, Mr. Bakugou wasn't here for that it seems.

Bakugou doesn't usually come to places like this, he isn't image conscious, that much is obvious considering the tabloids, it's just lack of time and to be honest, lack of interest.

He doesn't care enough about clubs, strippers and parties and the jazz, he attended his fair share of these when he was younger, fresh-faced rookie hero, now though he isn't into this.

What or rather who he is into is here though, something he recently found out, he doesn't hate you for working here, the idea is only bothersome he knows you don't really like working here, maybe he'll change that tonight.

He looks around carefully, eyes scanning the crowd, when suddenly he feels someone slide onto the seat beside him, he half expects it to be another dancer only to be surprised by your voice instead.

"What are you doing in a place like this?" There is certain charm in the way you handle yourself, because for the first time he sees a different sight of you, sheer cover up barely concealing your lingerie, he watches mesmerized as you pour in drinks, with slight show of skill of course.

"The fuck are you doing here?" He makes a show of it, doesn't let you figure out he was here to see you, that he knew you worked here.

"Working."

He almost gives himself away, snort bubbling in his throat as he wondered if that's your default answer, but nonetheless he has a facade to maintain, little white lies seldom hurt anyone. "Why are ya' working in this sketchy strip club?"

"Pays well." He watch you cringe inwardly, valid reason he concludes.

"What do ya' mean? Don't we pay you enough?" He query is genuine, he does feel a little shitty because he doesn't know what the department does pay you. "Enough to live by Bakugou, not enough to afford me early retirement."

Bakugou can tell that isn't the complete truth, maybe somethings are still kept from him, but he'll figure those out in due time, he suppose. He doesn't get to respond, before you speak again.

"Where you planning on getting lucky tonight?" You snort lightly, eyeing him teasingly.

His face heats up, he was is planning on taking someone home tonight, not for the reason you are assuming though, "None of ya' business, typewriter."

He watches you let out a fit of giggles, before straightening up, reminiscent smile lingering on your face, "Well, I have get back to work now." You stand up, pushing the stool slightly, you don't get a chance to move away though, Bakugou reaches out for you, his hand clasped around your wrist.

"Wait! When do you get off?" He asked, a little breathless, a little desperate, he watches you look around, eyes landing on a wall clock nearby.

"Few hours." You replied, moving slightly as Bakugou shifts to stand in front of you, his frame towering over yours.

"Can ya' not leave early?"

"Where are you gonna take me?"

"There is a hole-in-the-wall diner a block away." You know exactly where he is referring to, it's the same diner he took you to, for your birthday.

"Let me grab my stuff." He watches you strut away, before deciding he'll just follow you. As decent as he is, he still couldn't keep his eyes off you, the black and red lingerie was something he just got to admire, maybe down the lane he'll ask you to wear it again, for now he'll focus on taking you out.

He follows you into the dressing rooms, averting his eyes when you slip out of your cover up. He watches a figure approaching the room through the clear door, stepping out, he prevents him from going in.

"Need help?" His voice is sharp, territorial even, eyes squinted as he glares at the intruder.

"Woah! Calm down man," The guy lifts his hands up in defence, "Was just making sure she was alright, she doesn't go home with customers." Martin, your boss stated, tone even as he challenged Bakugou slightly, he already recognised Bakugou, the blonde hottie of your dreams, still he had to check up on you.

For once, Bakugou approves your choice of friends, he is glad someone, even if this guy, looked after you while you worked in here.

"Good for ya', I am taking her out for dinner," He glances back into the room, watching you pack up, "if she decides to go home with me afterwards, I'll let ya' know."

Martin grins at him, nodding his head before walking back out. You'll be fine. Bakugou watches as you walk towards the door, before he opens it for your.

"You could have waited outside ya' know." You chimed, smile plastered on your cheeks, as you almost skipped towards him. Bakugou reaches over, grabbing the strap of your glittery bag, tugging it over his shoulder.

"Had a word or two with your boss." He looks over your shoulder for a bit before clasping a hand around yours, fingers crossing with yours as you both walked out.

"Hopefully you won't get me fired."

----

"Wait!" You pat his shoulder gently, putting your drink down, "What exactly were you doing in the club." You reach for a fry, eyeing him curiously, both of you perched on the hood of his car, eating burgers and fries.

"Do I have to answer it?" He picks up your drink, lips wrapping around the straw, stained with your lipgloss, "Why do you even get this sugar water?"

"I just wanted to know, I guess." You mumbled, fiddling with the wrapped of your burger, "Heroes have better...establishments in the name of clubs."

"I came looking for you." He looks at you, hand moving closer to your face, as he wipes away the sauce from your lips.

Your eyes widen, "You knew?" Hands falling in your lap, as you tried to think if you ever mentioned it.

"Someone told me about it, someone completely irrelevant by the way," He watches as you connect the dots in your head, lips quirking up in a smile, as you get back to your food.

He could definitely get used to this.

This fic took so long to be done, I ended up adding Shindo at some point, random plot deviation happened, at one point I accidentally deleted the first draft of this, almost set my phone on fire when that happened.

Just realised I didn't even make them kiss, I'll probably continue this later on tbh, apart from that HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY BAKUGOU KATSUKI 🎂🎂🎈🎁🎉🎊.

I have few more fics and ideas drafted poorly I'll get to them in mid May mostly, cause I have exams, that I have not prepared for at all, apart from that hope you all enjoy the fic. I'll also continue this fic in small drabbles, there are still bits and pieces that are missing. Gonna make them kiss in future.

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